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Dearest ones,
I cannot tell you with what joy I am contemplating the end of February this year. The second month has always been a bit of a drag for me - but this year it has been incredibly so.
Read MoreOver winter break Bean you made a calendar. Twelve (which we learned recently comes from the fact people used to say, “one, twoo, three”) different pages were filled in by you with the correct number of days (from our month of the year song), starting on the right day of the week (from our days of the week song), and decorated with seasonal doings (or birthday cakes if that was appropriate). As such, every morning we cross off the day before and you tell me the day, date, month, and year. I find it really fun and so far it seems, so do you.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
Before I dive into the list of what makes this time so different than any other time on our planet… I want to relive the morning with you.
First, it is an odd day (as in today is the 11th), so the Dragon gets to open the door of the advent calendar. After finding a snowplow to attach to one of the Matchbox cards (thank you Mimi!), you both wanted to put on your Colombian dancing outfits from last year’s talent show.
Read MoreThis is a shoutout for the Good Work Institute… and the opportunity to write this piece for their Illumination blog.
For those of you not acquainted with the Good Work Institute, they are thoroughly awesome and a beacon of light in these times of kerfuffle.
Read MoreDearest 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 MoreI 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 MoreI 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 MoreOh 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 MoreRight 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 MoreI 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 MoreLearning 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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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.
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My life vision is to love, be curious, identify my Cranky Monster, and be brave enough to speak from and for The Good.
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