Photo by Laura Vinck What Dance, Coaching, and Grief Taught Me About Love At the end of 2019, I walked away from everything that had defined me. After a heartbreak that left me feeling I had no choice, I stepped out of years of mastery, commitment, and devotion to dance and interdisciplinary performance — not because I was finished, but because I could no longer stay. Without the grants, the collaborators, the structures, the spaces — without the ecosystem that had shaped my

Over the past few months, I’ve had the opportunity to share some of my work and reflections in BRAINZ Magazine — including two recent articles and an in-depth interview that explores embodiment, creativity, movement, healing, and the deeper value of artistic and relational work. At the heart of all three pieces is a question that has guided much of my life: What happens when human beings remember their inherent value? Is it possible to transform the pursuit of productivity, s

By Delia Brett About five years ago, I did what, to me at the time, was unthinkable: I let go. When I surrendered to that radical free fall, I learned to stand in the grief and joy of the unravelling, in the discomfort of not knowing, and to feel a greater current of trust, faith, and intuition move through my life. Over the years—through teachers, practices, and 3½ years of coaching work—I’ve come to see myself not through the lens of a 20-year-old’s longing, but as a soul o

Photo by Leon Macapagal | Design by Delia Brett I can still see myself there — a small girl, maybe five or six — sitting stubbornly at the end of the driveway. I had a little red rucksack, tied to a stick like the hobo in a storybook. I’d filled it with a few treasures, made my grand declaration, and walked out the front door. “I’m leaving!” I announced, full of conviction and outrage. I remember the tree, the ditch, the road, the school across the street. I remember the fee

From Scarcity to Sufficiency: A Story of Remembering Some of you may remember how I wrote back in April that I was leaving for a two-month sojourn to Greece — and how it brought to light some false interpretations or unconscious beliefs I was still holding around scarcity and my worthiness to enjoy the goodness of life without first working really hard and stressing out a lot. Ha! Well, after floating in the azure Aegean nearly every day and climbing the breathtaking mountai

Tonight is the darkest night of the year in the northern hemisphere. So, with the new wave of restrictions here in BC, meant to control...

Trust that comes from understanding your own response-ability as a co-creative agent in the flow of life.

instead of the spacecraft launch metaphor I was gearing to become, I became more like a corkscrew spiralling into the stopper of my heart.

I realize that I prefer concepts when they do not allow me - when I reach for them with my mind - to fully grasp them.

When I stand in the instability of this moment I find myself asking, again and again, "What are you going to do Delia? Sink? Or go through?