We don’t even trick-or-treat on this road because there aren’t enough neighbours. Instead, we drive 20 minutes into town and go in someone else’s neighbourhood, where the houses are close enough together that we can walk. We have to leave this house to feel joy.
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The lesson I had cemented, that I hope to carry with me always, is that I’m here on Earth for a reason, that I have gifts that are necessary to explore and make space for, but that it’s also okay to do things that are just for me. I’m the collection of my lessons and experiences, and my desires are worth honouring. I also know that our ability to thrive on this planet is limited by our greed, ignorance, false sense of helplessness, and the corruption of those in power – and that we have a responsibility to this absurdly beautiful and deeply precious place we call home. I learned gratitude for the gifts of the Earth, the help of strangers, the love of my sister, my own capacity and strength, and the sense of community that kept us company when we were far from home.
I felt the talk went really well. I had cut two pieces from the body of it only the night before because my read-through had been 37 minutes and was meant to be 30. I did this so that I could fit in two new anecdotes that I felt gave weight to my subject. I talk about the experiences I had with child sexual abuse and sexual assault, and interweave this telling with my resiliency, which for me was writing.
I know a lot about disappointment. I also know a lot about reframing, bright sides, and the universal tendency toward good things. This post is about that. Sort of. There was a not insignificant amount of build up to the Simcoe Country Violence Against Women Coordinating Committee talk. I was approached at the Muskoka DomesticContinue reading “Blog: Thanks, Universe, For Fucking Shit Up”
I woke up early to the pink streaks of sunrise over the snow-covered lake. I took a moment to rest in gratitude for this experience and then I got up. I ran through the portion of my talk that includes improvisation, and got ready for the day.
BIO Kathleen May is a writer, speaker, and activist. Having begun as a volunteer, she is a crisis counsellor at a women’s shelter. Kathleen’s keynote address on Survivor Resiliency has been well received by agencies and those with lived experience alike, and she regularly speaks for smaller groups about self-care for activists, empowerment self-defence, findingContinue reading “Bio & Keynote Address”
In previous years, the Film Festival had been located in one large theatre, but this year it had been divided and we took up two theatres that were near each other. Since this was my first year, I couldn’t compare, but personally I didn’t mind it too much as I was overwhelmed enough without having that many people in one place. But I heard others were disappointed at the arrangement, which I understand.