I'm in the hard holding space. The painful, restless, unknowing place of trying to hold more than a human heart is capable of holding without knowing how anything is going to turn out. The in between space, waiting for each next breath, each next step, having faith that healing can happen, that peace is possible. … Continue reading The in between place: Sometimes things are just shitty.
The only true thing.
A couple months ago I got this message from the Universe (yup, one of those). The message was that I needed to get start getting up earlier. Now, let me tell you what the big deal is about getting up early. I have this kid, you see. This sweet, wily, hilarious and over-the-top crazy little human who controls my … Continue reading The only true thing.
What She had to tell me in the end.
There is something about Fall. Something about the change of light, the movement of air, the fragrance of earth and bark and foliage that makes my heart feel a fullness it hasn't felt all year. Something about this season reminds me of the passage of time more than any of the others; the simultaneous coming … Continue reading What She had to tell me in the end.
This very moment
When I come to sit, I always find what I need to find. I see what I need to see. So often we seek to rise above, to access a different plane of experience. I want to be filled with heavenly light and waves of unconditional love, of understanding and otherwordly-peace. Instead, I see my irritation … Continue reading This very moment
The power of befriending the mind (and occasionally, of chocolate.)
It was just one of those mornings when nothing could fix it. Whiny and tearful over every little thing, little Acorn Scout had been moping and pouting since he woke up. It became clear that no matter how much I tried to help, whatever process was taking place in his two and a half year … Continue reading The power of befriending the mind (and occasionally, of chocolate.)
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Yoga has changed my life. More accurately, I feel like it gave me my life because it gave (and continues to give) me myself. Through the shifting sands of motherhood, it has remained a faithful anchor. Since attending my first yoga class in 2001, yoga offered me something my that both my body and spirit craved. … Continue reading 1- 2- 3
The Siren Song.
I have been trying to formulate a post for awhile now about what it feels to be in the throes of early parenthood, where any and all free time seems to go to maintenance of the body, mind, general household or inadvertently catching up on sleep (ie; every time I pick up one of the eight … Continue reading The Siren Song.
You Are Your Own Oracle.
On the side of Mt. Parnassus in Greece lie the ruins of the ancient Temple of Apollo at Delphi. From 1400 BC -381 AD the temple was visited by leaders and kings and people from far away seeking wisdom and divine guidance from the Oracle of Delphi. Animal sacrifices, divination and rituals were performed by priests who … Continue reading You Are Your Own Oracle.
The Myth of Enough
I've had enough Of this made up concept, this ever-changing barometer Of what it takes - what you are, what I am and what we are each not quite, not at all, just below or too much. Isn't it time we called an armistice? How much, will it do, is it best and - My … Continue reading The Myth of Enough
My son woke extra early this morning. So we went out for a walk and watched the sun lighten the sky. "Wherever we walk, we can practice meditation. This means that we know that we are walking. We walk just for walking. We walk with freedom and solidity, no longer in a hurry. We are … Continue reading Walking Meditation