Letters to my children - Pretzel Season
/Dearest beloveds,
The morning after the 2016 election, I woke up feeling upended. Then the two year old Bean woke up hungry. Oh right, life does go on. Oatmeal here we come.
Read MoreNew word from the Bean - Forgetory
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I learned a new word yesterday - forgetory.
There is the memory “that lives in the front of your head, right here Momma, near your nose” (she is pointing next to her nose) and the “forgetory - that lives in the back of your head.”
Read MoreHappy Birthday month to me!
/I love November. I love that my Father’s birthday is at the beginning of the month, that my birthday is nestled around Thanksgiving, that the advent of crisp weather is new and invigorating.
Read MoreFear of Death
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Oh wow. Where to begin.
At the beginning there was the One. In order for the One to play and know itself it separated into Two. The two are the everything of life. Hot Cold. Dark Light. Fear Love. Despair Exultation. Water Fire. Air Earth. Rape Hugs. Torture Kindness. (so perhaps there are gradations of the Two, which is the One, my brain is grokking something that I felt with my soul.)
Read MoreAnd then there were two... or four of us (rather)
/Right so yes, it has almost been a year (say what?!). I would love to say that my time unplugged was due to more than passed out napping and devouring bags of avocado oil potato chips, but that would be a lie. Pregnancy was amazing and primal and awesome.
Read MoreAmmaji = Immersed in a bath of chocolate warmth
/I have never taken a bath in melted chocolate, but I imagine that it is similar sensory experience to being in Ammaji’s presence. A warm soft bath of delicious love, saturating every pore of one’s being. Warm chocolate oozing between ones toes, warm against ones knees, I would dip my head down and take a lick of my arm. The smell! Could you imagine the smell of being enveloped in warm chocolate!!
Read MoreSound Blows my Mind
/Learning about sound during my Kundalini Yoga training blew my mind.
Therefore, without any further ado.
String theory tells us the Universe is comprised of vibrating filaments that make up the blocks that make up atoms (as far as I grok the scene). The building blocks of our entire existence/Universe/World is sound. In the beginning was the Word...
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Conscious Discipline rocks my world
/Parenthood: the last bastion of amateurism. Thank you Grandfather for the pithy and succinct nugget.
Not one that I totally understood until I crossed the threshold into parenthood myself.
Read MoreArrogance of Intelligence: Goodbye Rousseau
/Intellectual. Smart. Quick. Well-Read. Astute. Sharp. Intellectual acumen creates arrogance. Egoism. Separation from the other person. Impatience. Cruelty. And ... generally is not a very nice internal monologue.
This leads me why I am so thrilled to have cleared out the books ~ donated today to the local library.
Read MoreTeacher Toddler Bean
/Lessons from the life and doings of the Bean.
Watching another human grok language is beyond crazy cool. "Momma here!" "Chasing!" "Bus song." Every day she learns a new word (as every day I forget one... "Could you pass me the water, no juice, argh! Wine!")
Teacher Bean
/I have been meaning for MONTHS to have a list of learnings based on the age of the Bean. Procrastinating has just meant that I need to come up with more learnings. So here goes.
Read MoreLiving in the Question
/Recently the Universe/my belly told me loudly I am to take at least a year off to mourn and rebuild. No outside responsibilities, no extra agendas other than family and land doings. Time to nurture and nest.
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