On Honouring the Process
The other day, a deer crossed my path. Startled we both stopped and stared, for a split second, before sprinting into different directions. A simple explanation...
The other day, a deer crossed my path. Startled we both stopped and stared, for a split second, before sprinting into different directions. A simple explanation...
Itโs spring, a season of expectations and the morning smells fresh. Light conquers as the cold, dark and long Nordic winter finally relents. Even though the sur...
As I write this piece, I think of courage and determination. I think of stories I heard as a child about courageous women, who challenged the status quo, despit...