Author name: Dee Montie

During a Spirit Call this week (an online gathering I do weekly for women), I used a prompt to help us connect with what wanted to happen. The prompt was called “Create your own closure” with a picture of an open door, from the book The Answers Are Within You, by Amber Rae. After some […]

My friend Kim wrote a piece inspired by this pic I showed her, and how I told her I didn’t want to smile at the camera guy on the race course. I was so focussed on finishing the 80km of uphill. And then I shared with her that shortly after this pic was taken, I

The day before Wanaka passed away, I told Brian I wanted to keep up our morning and evening ‘poop walk’ routine (except without the poop) after Wanaka left us. He was game. I knew it would be good for us emotionally during this rough time, but I truly want to keep it up for as

This was her last day. We played with her ball, gently, in the yard. Smelled the scents in the gentle breeze. The sun was gentle too. It was her last morning. The vet joined us in the yard, and began her process. I held her soft face in my hands, her body sleepy, her eyes

I remember about a month ago, walking with Wanaka near the beach and putting it out there to the Universe, setting the intention, that she has a swift passing, whenever it is to be. It was a sincere hope and request that she doesn’t suffer. It didn’t seem like a clear omen of what was

It’s so weird to mourn something before it’s gone. Or is it? My dog’s left shoulder looks like there’s a plus size golf ball growing from the inside of her joint. She’s been having a lot of trouble walking. Probably a tumour, the vet says. You will likely need to make the difficult choice to

I noticed spider webs building up in my front yard the last week. Not your normal, two-dimensional, easy-to-wipe-away webs. Thick webs. Sticky webs. I should know. I tried to remove two of them the other day. They looked like thick hammocks spun with web. If normal webs are like a thin bedsheet, these ones were

When my clients send me love like this, especially in the shape of a poem, the corners of my eyes glisten with tears.  It gets me right in the deepest places of gratitude.  I can’t help but smile, and glow from within.  I am so honoured to be able to do this work.  I am

I’m sitting at my desk in my home office, a new-to-me space since we’re now living in a new home in a different town. I gaze out the large window behind my laptop screen, the morning light soft and neutral.  Soft and neutral is a good way to describe all the things this morning, including

Entering the New Year with Intention As 2022 draws to a close, I took some time this morning to reflect, as many do. I was drawn to my word for next year, which seemed to come to me, rather than me searching for it. At the start of each yoga practice I’ve done in the past month,