Keep coming back to the heart. Noticing life as I live it.
I can’t even read about reading Love You Forever without crying. I read this article, by Yasmine Abbasakoor, sitting on my couch in Halifax, and feel like driving home to see my mom and dad. I mean, why not? Right? I could get in the car and be home by, well, it’d be like this... Continue Reading →
Photos taken by Adam Fearnall, in Cashel, Tipperary, Ireland (2018) I gather the first moments of the day through an uncovered bedroom window. The field sits in the foreground, full of plants that I never thought I'd understand, and a stand of trees paints upwards along the horizon. A blue pickup turns towards the road,... Continue Reading →
Riche's article reminds me of the importance of visioning, a practice known elsewhere and otherwise as imagining or dreaming. Riche does these things in this article and I'm going to bet that he can do it, in part, because he practices storytelling and creating.
On Boxing Day in Newfoundland. I start without ceremony or expectation, all wet sticks, newspaper bits, and saw cuts. I am lethargy and intention, watching broad swaths of sun coat the backs of mountains. I sit roughly, collapsed against black metal, smoking furtively, beckoning commitment not yet mustered. Around me, anxious possibilities swirl, whispering sweater... Continue Reading →
TLDR — The really nice guy at MEC fixed my running vest for free and called me over the intercom when it was ready. It was nice. I went to MEC today to get my running vest fixed. The most wonderful technician fixed it, for free. The technician came to the front of the store,... Continue Reading →
I run back and forth to work most days. I wake up, eat breakfast, listen to a podcast, have a cup of tea, and jog into work. In the evenings, at the end of the day, my routine is less defined. When I'm ready to run home I set aside my emails, find my running... Continue Reading →
I started my morning at work, alone in the office, listening to my Spotify Discover Weekly playlist. The Spotify app on my desktop always takes a few minutes to start, so I began my listening on my iPhone. There's something liberating about playing music out loud in the office, without headphones, before anyone else arrives.... Continue Reading →
I always look out for the word "our" when I'm listening to institutions speak. I pay particular attention when institutions are speaking about young people. The word "our" comes up a lot in the world of children, youth, and student work. I regularly notice it when myself and others say things like, "our young people,... Continue Reading →
BEFORE “His face, like, blew up!” That’s what I hear at the intersection of the restaurant and the staircase that leads to the bathroom. I pause for a minute, to consider how it would feel to have a face that “like, blew up.” I’m caught in my contemplation, “You alright?” says a vaguely concerned looking... Continue Reading →
BEFORE There’s just enough time to meet Sinead, before the show starts. Sinead and Nina are in the Film Society together. I’m not taking any notes. I’ll take the chance. I’m breaking my own rule, not anyone else’s. I'll let it slide. I wonder if I’ll remember any of this conversation when I write? (I... Continue Reading →
Adam Fearnall 