Writing has been woven into my life for a long time.
As a child, I built a little town out of cardboard from cereal boxes which my TY Beanie Babies then occupied. Instead of acting out stories for them or inviting friends to play with them, I went to my desk and wrote out a newspaper for their town.
I think a lot about Christianity, and about the many problems and solutions it has for our world.
I process the difficulties I have faced while dealing with some chronic illnesses.
I contemplate my experiences of working on the Downtown Eastside of Vancouver, and wonder at the societal structures and norms that have brought so many people here into addiction, homelessness, poverty, and pain.
I wonder what culture is, and why it exists, and how God intends me to navigate the building knowledge he’s giving me of the world’s complexities.
If you find any joy in it, any lessons learned through it, any interest in what I say, I’m very glad! I’ll take that as God’s work. He has that nifty ability to work through the small things of the world.
Also, to honour the land where I live and write this blog on, I include some brief acknowledgements:
I grew up on traditional Kwikwetlem lands, and am very grateful for what the people of that land do to maintain it's well-being to this day. I also wish that I'd been able to have gratitude and acknowledgement of their experiences when I still lived there.
I now live on the overlapping, traditional, unceded territories of the following nations:
Qayqayt, Skwxwú7mesh Úxwumixw, Tsleil-Waututh (səl̓ilwətaɁɬ), xʷməθkʷəy̓əm and Hul’q’umi’num’ / Halq'eméylem / hən̓q̓əmin̓əm̓
I'm incredibly sad that these lands have been stolen, and that colonialization has been and continues to be cruel and unfair to Indigenous people. With the knowledge I have been given, I will do my best to ally with Indigenous people in whatever ways I can within my lifetime.
Find out more about the traditional Indigenous lands you're living on here.