Monday, April 6, 2026 — Easter Long Weekend Reflection This year, I followed a quiet instinct. I decided to head East—back to Nova Scotia—not with announcements or expectations, but with intention. I hadn’t seen my family in months, and something in me knew it was time. Still, I kept the journey to myself. A 1400 km trek, held gently in silence. No pressure. No promises. Just movement guided by feeling. There’s a certain medicine in traveling toward the ocean in early spring. The land is...

There is a different quality to Sundays. Not the initiation of Saturday. Not the movement of midweek. But something softer. Wider. More spacious. Sunday arrives like a quiet field you can finally step into—where everything you’ve moved through has room to settle. It is both an ending and a beginning. A closing of the week—and a threshold into what comes next. And the way we meet this day matters. The Meaning of Sunday: A Day of the Sun Sunday comes from “Sun’s Day,”  rooted in Old English...

Some days don’t just happen—they initiate you. Saturday was one of those days. I spent the day welcoming in the Spring Equinox—immersed in ritual, held by the land, and woven into community. We gathered in shared intention, exchanging food, energy, ancient knowledge, and fellowship with both familiar faces and new connections that already felt aligned. I brought Lilly with me to experience her first Druid ritual—to step into the living current of a Pagan High Holiday. From the very...