Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose.
My name is Christine and I am a “joy-o-holic.” I am grateful for joy and I really try to choose joy every single day. I love joy so much that I actually have named my business The Joy Guru, and Joy Guru is on my licence plate.
GRADE FIVE/ 10 YEARS OLD: When I was in Grade 5, I auditioned/tried-out for Band. Mr. Rogel was the band teacher. I tried the trumpet — thought I would burst my eardrums.
My house was built in 1910 and an archway of lilacs covers the front entryway. Every spring, the lilacs bloom and create a beautiful canopy over my front entrance and step. It is one of the things that attracted me to my home.
Have you ever heard the expression, that “to get things done you have to do it yourself?”
Prologue: For 14 days this summer I left Saskatchewan, closed The KIVA Studio, cancelled all my Joy Guru Sessions, and headed by car to British Columbia with my mom.
A true story. For the past seven days my mother and I have been travelling from Swift Current to British Columbia and soon heading back again.
This is a true story. It is a Monday, I am sitting on my front step in the sun greeting the morning rays.
My laptop is on my lap. I am writing my article for the Prairie Post.
For the past week I have followed through with my tasks and to-do lists. I have facilitated my fitness classes and private sessions. I have followed up with my emails and connected with my clients. At the same time the deep engine that drives my life was not being nourished.
I have worn many hats in my lifetime thus far, from zumba instructor, to counselor and dramatherapist, to United Church of Canada minister, and health and wellness leader to name a few and there are some common themes I see in the people that I meet.