2016 was like ripping off a giant, stinking bandage and exposing the raw, festering wound that lie underneath. Both personally, politically and globally. Now we are all just gathered around, aghast, mouths gaping, wondering what the fuck to do and how could this be. When the air hits it burns. When the nasty, ugly and shocking … Continue reading The year of Light.
I am tired of people treating feminine rage like some sort of radical phase in the post-adolescent female, burning off as she matures and softens into society. Feminine anger, the most unattractive of traits, is a buzz-kill. It’s sophomoric and worn-out. It’s a bit too touchy. The post-1970’s white feminist may have poured over the … Continue reading The Feminine Mystique: An Addendum
Karen Maezen Miller is a Zen priest and author of Momma Zen: Walking the Crooked Path of Motherhood, Hand Wash Cold and Paradise in Plain Sight. I have written before about her profound book, Momma Zen, and how it inspired me more than any other parenting text I have ever come across. And this interview by … Continue reading The education of a lifetime: Karen Maezen Miller on Motherhood, Meditation and Anger
"Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire." ~ Jorge Luis Borges The modern Gregorian calendar recognizes … Continue reading Ritual for New Beginnings
December fell over me like a heavy blanket. All at once it seemed, I felt the energy drain out of me. I worried I was slipping into depression, as I have in the past struggled against that gravitational pull, down into darkness, silence, deep introspection, isolation. I spent most of my adulthood watching for the … Continue reading Honoring the Dark.
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.
Ok, Daniel the Tiger, I get it. This show was really written for parents. Sure, the cute animation is for the kids, the age-appropriate dialogue, the borderline annoying songs - but more than once the content has been explicitly aimed at …well, me. And I know it's on purpose. I am on to you, PBS. There are … Continue reading What I don’t want to admit I learned from Daniel the Tiger
It is getting harder and harder to practice in the morning with my now two-year old... because well, he's TWO and its pretty much hard to do anything you want to do for more than 5 consecutive minutes or risk potentially hazardous situation. I mean, could just open the back door and set him free in the … Continue reading Mama needs space – or else!
Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly … Continue reading Today
I found this list from a year ago, when my son turned one: Things I Learned in the First Year, Feb. 5, 2014 No matter how many gazillions of mothers have come before me, our story is as unique as me and my son. No matter how many books I read, research I’ve done or advice I … Continue reading Happy Birthday to us.