It seems there is an ongoing conversation in our culture about dog people versus cat people, but there is a much more covert group that lives on the fringes of either.
Category: Motherhood
"Embrace the incarnation."
It was shortly after this I realized that maybe I should just let myself be 36. Maybe I should let myself embrace the incarnation.
It's JANUARY!
On Christmas Day in the evening, I was driving R and our new puppy home from a friend’s house. R said, “I really want to stop at the store and get a new car.” “No, we have sooooo many new toys at home! Let’s just go home and play with all of our new … Continue reading It's JANUARY!
The Crocs Miracle: Living with Intention at Disneyland
We did it! Connection and joy. It’s possible, even at Disneyland!
Our willingness to NEED each other
The thing that spurred our relationship was our willingness to NEED each other. We really needed each other. For the first time in years, it felt safe to need someone and this opened me up.
Wandering Thoughts on Mother’s Day
We beat ourselves against the role and we bleed our pain. And while we do this, Heavenly Mother watches and waits. She whispers to us the truth that seems to only become visible through the pain, You are your own mother.
Write the recipe for bliss
Identify those ingredients that make it bliss and put them together in your current circumstance. Put your butt in the sand. Fry bacon on the beach miles away civilization. Stare into the starry sky. Give your soul what it craves.
The Journey of the Warrior
It's Tuesday morning. I wake up early, probably 20 minutes before little one starts chant-singing, Mommy-Mommy-Mommy. I lay in bed watching the gray dawn through my bedroom curtains. I'm thinking about my journal session the night before. There are many days when I write and it doesn't amount to much. But sometimes, when I'm really … Continue reading The Journey of the Warrior
You can make anything!
Sometimes creativity feels like a crushing chore, but when I think about Ruby it feels more an attitude. An irrepressible impulse that played out in the bread she baked, the cows she milked, the clothing she sewed, the baskets she constructed, the beets she hoed, and the rocks she laid. Her mosaics matter enormously and not at all, in the same way that each life matters enormously and not at all.
Waking up
I’m just waking up this morning. I heard River get up out of bed and walk through the house. Then he climbed back into bed, ate a little dry cereal from the bowl he requested last night and he’s been quiet for a while now. I have been mulling over this question of how to … Continue reading Waking up
