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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 MoreWhen I was in college my father started throwing into conversations, “Anything else you want to talk about?” “Something else on your mind you want to discuss?” This opening made me feel heard and valued and I loved that he did that.
I started doing this myself with real conversations a few years ago … to create a softness for another subject, another wrinkle in the conversation.
Read MoreThe best advice I received (in addition to “take more pictures than you think is sane” and “get as much help as you can afford”) when we became new parents was about The Vault. The Vault is the place where all thoughts, words, and deeds that happen when you are insane with fatigue - that is where they live.
The door of The Vault is sealed with your faith. Faith in the choices you made when you were still a human capable of decision making and empathy towards yourself and your fellow man. All thoughts or discussions of a snarky, less than helpful nature go into The Vault. The “why didn’t you buy more diapers before the store closed and now we are all covered in poop you idiot,” or the “I don’t know if she is crying because I ate chocolate, we all ate the damn chocolate,” or the cranky 3 am snipe fest “fine, you show me how to swaddle this baby so she doesn’t stab herself in the eye with her talon nails,” all of that and more goes into The Vault. And it all stays there. Never to be thought or dragged up again the next morning/day/week. The strength of The Vault is trusting, nay knowing, that a part of you, the sane part, the part that once slept and didn’t cry at commercials, really wanted this baby/marriage/life circumstance.
Read MoreDearest beloveds, what a glorious time to be alive. I am going to continue to talk to you about today about what I have been talking about all week.
On our wall we have framed pieces of lace from Great-Grandmother’s many boxes of linen bequeathed to me over the years. Nearly every holiday gathering Baba’s family would do a distribution.
Read MoreThis morning we were on our walk and I was sharing an article I read to W. The article is about the American scientists who have graduated from the CDC Epidemic Intelligent Service and the role these experts have played (or not) in our recent societal adventure. For weeks we have been discussing where the leaders are on what has been happening, what the plan is, how crazy this all is (here is my favorite take on that particular rabbit hole). Then I dip into some theories about the Gates Foundation, the WHO, microchipping, and mandatory vaccines. The frenzy in my head gets louder and louder - then I read my ACIM for today.
Read MoreToday is day 48 of our staying at home. Holy Bajooley children.
Not surprisingly after 48 days, we have found our routine - and honestly I think you two have never been happier. Partly due to the home projects that have been plentiful this Spring, mostly due to the abundance of parental time and attention that has been showered onto you both.
Read MoreI have been writing for 30+ years and never thought about how I hold a pencil, until now. I hold my pencil like I am about to punch the paper. Like I am about to pull back a shower curtain and stab Janet Leigh. Somehow I managed to be an English Major in college and write a very long dissertation in grad school - all while strangling my pen - thumb tucked under my pointer finger.
According to the handwriting books I am reading in preparation to teach my almost 6 year old, I hold my pencil incorrectly.*
Read MoreAtaraxia is defined as equanimity, tranquility, “unperturbedness”. During my Amrit Vela Dr. Joe Dispenza meditation time I received a very obvious and yet transformational insight as to how to maintain and hold on to ataraxia. Here it is.
Your future is now.
I am sure I have heard that a million times somewhere … but it is my turn to unpack this nugget.
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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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