Katie Leggitt

I was most surprised by the foot-long piece of computer I found on the beach that morning. Not the pieces of plastic, not the rope, but this modern day technological junk.  Once state of the art, now, shipwrecked on the beach in New Brunswick.  The ocean spat it out. After a heavy storm, you're more likely to find unique pieces of ocean excess along the beach, aren't you?  That's the hope at least, thinking about the heavy winds and the big waves and what lies within its vastness.  What sort of treasures might wash ashore today? I've been flirting with the ocean in my meditations this week.  I've always felt a great deal of peace by the water, especially the ocean, and not only is my appreciation for it represented in two of my tattoos, but the coast is in my DNA. I see the debris before me.  Sometimes I have trouble identifying what it is or where it came from, but I know that somehow it found its way into me and has now surfaced due to some sort of inner sto

Dear infinite, There are things that exist in me that I wish didn't.  This longing for thin air, the air I breathe in fact, something I can't see but need to survive.  Constantly needing a new breath, holding onto it as long as I can before I must exhale.  I try to relax my belly to allow the air to fill me with kindness and calm, but most of the time I walk around with my gut sucked in out of blind habit. If I stop breathing, I'm dead.  My organs will shut down and eventually the rest of me will too. So I must.  I must breathe in order to live, to love, in this life. But sometimes the air tastes dirty, thick with city smog and sometimes smoke.  I do this on purpose, knowing I am harming my lungs, but again, it's out of blind habit. If I could filter you, I would.  I so would.  I would pick and choose the air I breathe so that I may find a place inside of myself that is constantly in a state of calm.  A state of peace. I could travel into the woods, to the mou

I started a blog earlier this evening but had to put it aside due to a killer headache. Something tells me it wasn't meant to be posted, so I'll try again instead. I'm super into spiritual-motivational speaker Gabrielle Bernstein these days.  Her words really resonate with me and I find myself relating more and more. The message I took away today was be more of yourself.  Be more real.  Be more you. I fight that a lot, mostly in my writing, especially since it goes public.  But also at work.  Today I realized I say "oh boy" in front of colleagues instead of my usual "oh man," or "maaaaan..." when I'm impressed or surprised by something.  I accidentally called a rather conservative female colleague dude once and was so embarrassed I had to apologize twice.  Normally I'm good at making the switch to adult-talk but I guess the real me comes out when I feel comfortable. I'm labelled as a professional, technically, but I can

It's been a deep day.  Like sitting in my office with a shawl wrapped around my head meditating and getting to the bottom of things... deep. I'd say this has been the best summer of my adulthood so far.  Had tonnes of fun working for Just For Laughs, visiting New Brunswick and of course, making a movie in the woods.  There's been ample time for self-reflection but I'm happy to say that I was too busy having fun to really catch on to a missing link.  But now that I'm back to work and have to get back into Spiritual Animator mode, I was struggling with what I could bring to the table this year, feeling like I've exhausted most of my creativity with the little ones. I stumbled upon a few key names while browsing, the starting point coming from my cousin Kate, who recommended The Daily Love.  Then came Joseph Campbell, Gabrielle Bernstein, the 5 Sutras, A Course in Miracles, and Marianne Williamson.  You're probably most familiar with the latter, but may hav