Wendy Crumpler

All articles by Wendy Crumpler

 

A Watched Pot…

…does actually boil. I know because I watched mine this morning. The old adage is not about temperature or water or pots, but you knew that already. The old adage is about patience, how standing over something, willing it to grow or boil or take flight, doesn’t help the process go any faster. If you’re
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A Little Bit Lost

Traveling with my friend this summer brought up an interesting question—how do I feel about being lost? I get anxious when I’m with another person. Especially if I’m with another anxious person who’s driving the car while I’m navigating from shitty Google Maps’ printed directions. When I’m by myself, I actually like when I’m a bit
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Beyond Fear

Just beyond my fear is where the magic happens.
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Meditation II

Get into a comfortable position. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slower. Deeper. Softer. Be gentle with yourself. Breathe into the spaces that are tight, controlled, holding. Breathe in to your belly, to your lower back, your pelvic muscles, your jaw. Breathe into your feet and hands, all the way to your fingers and toes. Breathe in,
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It’s Like the Cribbage Board

People are different from each other. This is both obvious and simple while at the same time complex and difficult. We process information and experiences differently based on a whole host of scientific and esoteric reasons. It’s good for the species, it gives us variety, adaptability, a human for every situation. However, when two or
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Meditation

NOTE: This was written for a women’s gathering. Feel free to adapt it for mixed groups or men only. Get in a comfortable position with both feet on the floor or sitting cross-legged with your spine erect. Close your eyes, then allow your head to float up and away from your shoulders. Lengthen and open
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Travel and Trust

There are probably as many reasons to travel as there are people who travel. I have a whole list of things I love about it. Art and architecture, culture and color, people, places, food and fashion. Most of all, I travel for the experience. I’m with my best friend, Diane, and this is a long
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Life Changing

How much do you think you could change your life in one year? If you really wanted it? If you faced your fears and lived fully? What would it mean to you to do that? For me, it meant learning to be happy. Not through the accumulation of stuff or even being able to pay
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Does This Make Me Look Fat?

Day one of extended writing and all I can think of is whether my ass shows through my leggings too much. I’m wearing one of those impulse buys—a rayon shirt cut on the bias with long tails hanging on either side. It’s a deep olive green, one of my favorite colors, and looked amazing on
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Vision Quest

In October 2008, I went on a vision quest. I spent four days in a local provincial park fasting and meditating. I was completely alone and kept silent for three of the four days. On the fourth day, I was hungry, cold and tired. I asked to use a cell phone and seriously considered conning
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Poem Shot

This morning I awoke to my husband’s honking iPhone alarm. Barry continued to sleep as I jumped up to check whether our son was texting for an early morning ride home from last night’s sleepover. Sliding the lock to the right, I saw it was a reminder, not a text, that read: Max flu and poem
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Hide-n-Seek

Families, especially large families, tend to have legends, lore and stories about their histories. This is one of those stories. Until I was four, I lived in a very small house on a very large lot, both constantly filled with children. In our 3-bedroom, 1-bath home there were two adults and five kids. One bedroom
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Clothes Make the (Wo)Man

An article in the New York Times today seems to have finally settled a debate in our house—whether clothes are important to how we feel and behave. If you see my son Max, you’ll know on which side of the question he stands; the same is true of my husband Barry. It may not be
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Pulling Bottles

In the late 1950s, I loved going with my older brother Warren to the barbershop. It was an old-fashioned place, large, dark, and manly, three hydraulic chairs in front of a long bank of mirrors with exotic bottles lined up along the shelf below. The unvarnished wooden floor was black with years of footprints and
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Getting Naked

Last spring I did something I’d wanted to do for a long time; I modeled for a life drawing class. Why, you might ask, would anyone want to do such a thing? Anyone other than a total exhibitionist, which I am not… really, I’m not. I was intrigued with the notion of sitting still for
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A Wish for Fish

At Davis Bay on a beautiful end-of-summer morning, I sit watching fishermen in waders. Up to their waists in water, they cast their lines into the Strait of Georgia angling for Pinks. They’re out there. From time to time a fish jumps, breaking the surface, a tease, a promise. There is a delicacy to the
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A Walk in the Woods

My friend, Jude the Puppy Nanny, told me about Hidden Grove in Sechelt and I’ve taken my dog, Millie there a couple of times. I really haven’t hiked that much since I came  the the Sunshine Coast, but lately it’s been very soothing to be among the big trees. They have so much stable energy;
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We Have It All

Yesterday, Barry and I heard Grant Lawrence at the Sunshine Coast Festival of the Written Arts. My third time at the festival, Barry’s first. Lawrence was hilarious, a born story-teller. From there we bustled back down to Gibsons to see a fabulous accordian duo, TOEAC, at Music in the Landing. We only caught the last half
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Nia and Energy

Nia is always fun but some days it’s so much more. Today we did an older routine, Chains, but gave it new life. We’ve been working with the concept of conscious movement, and one way to move consciously is to recognize and engage the flow of energy through the body. I illustrated the difference by
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