True Colours

I thought I might have an excuse not to write tonight. I’m in Madoc, Ontario, at the beautiful country home of a friend. My laptop is very slow for some reason and, while I sat and waited for the “beach ball of death” to disappear, I noticed that I was kind of hoping it would prevent me from writing. But, as it happens, the beach ball stopped turning and here …

2016: Happily Ever After, featuring “The Self-Love Owner’s ManualTM” or “The Definitive Guide to the “Caring & Feeding” of Tracy B Richards”

Prologue As this is my last post of 2015, a lot has been coming up for me in terms of what to write about. For those of you who know me, or who are regular readers, you know that I’ve been feeling my way through a whole bunch of things lately. It feels as if the past two months have been a real challenge, in that regard, even though everything …

AWE-some Days

The timing of this week’s post happens to fall during the 10 days between Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish New Year) and Yom Kippur (the Jewish day of atonement) which are referred to as The Days of Awe. I did not actually know that this period was called that until one of my friends shared it at our Rosh Hashanah dinner on Monday night. I wanted to know more, so I …

The Only Voice Worth Listening To

I’m seriously considering “copping out” and just posting a few links to podcasts and videos that I’ve been listening to and watching this past two weeks. I’m not sure how to describe how I’m feeling, exactly, but it kind of feels like a dense energy is around me. It’s heavy and sluggish and still. It makes me want to stay in bed and just watch TV. If I’m less coherent …

The Definition of a Miracle

Sitting in the Village in Manhattan on a tiny patio at the Malt House Pub. Outside, the sirens blare. I’m drinking a pint of locally brewed Blueprint Toasted Lager backed with a  shot of Jamieson Black Barrel (I think)… or is it the other way around? Which backs which? I used to hate this city when I was in my early 20’s… Just like I hated Vancouver. But since then, …

Somewhere in the Catskill Mountains

Here we are, in the first week of September and there are many changes taking place. The energy has been pretty intense for the past little while. Do you feel it?  I have always thought of September as a time for new beginnings. As the summer comes to an end, we have to start thinking about getting back into our regular routines. Vacation time is over, kids to go back …

BeComing StudioBe

Well, I’ve made the decision to officially move my practice over from Leaside Therapy Centre to StudioBe. I had thought that I would make the move slowly, over time, and go back and forth for a while but I realize that I have to get off the fence and just do it. The truth is that I’m sad to leave LTC and all the great people I work with there …

Everything Is Changing

Today, my youngest son came home from camp. I was so happy to see him and I realized that, for the first hour after I picked him up at the bus, I had been smiling so broadly that my cheeks began to hurt. Since my eldest son (who is now 24) was 7 or 8 years old I have sent at least one of my kids to camp every year. …

Seven Years Later…Part Three

Wow, I think I’ve been really nervous about writing the next part of this story. Not only has it been bringing up a lot of emotion for me but I’m also quite concerned about how to share it in the safest way possible. When I mentioned my trepidation to a friend, she asked if maybe it’s because what I’m writing about is too personal. “Yes”, I replied, “but that’s kind …