On This Miraculous Planet, On Real Food, On Union with all that is
Adieu my dearest bone marrow. Go with God. My beautiful marrow that made my blood all of these 45 years. Carrying oxygen, carrying back CO2, finding cuts and providing scabs, regulating my temperature, bringing blood sugar so I can see again when I am blind with hunger, all of it - I am so grateful for all you have done for me. Thank you - you can rest now.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
I want to share these anecdotes with you for two reasons. Primarily when I write them down I get to relive my joy. Additionally I savor the stories of my childhood that I have been told. Despite the potential for teasing as they are shared in the years to come - I think they are wonderful, uplifting, amazing. These personality nuggets make up you as you - glorious, unique, and inimitable you. They are treasures because you are treasures.
About a week before Christmas both of you became concerned that you wanted to give gifts.
Read MoreMy dearest Beloveds,
First let me say this. It makes your Momma very happy when the fingers pointing the moon are pointing to the same moon. Moreover, the fingers are in agreement as to the best path to the moon. What do I mean by that?
I mean that the same lessons your Momma learned in Conscious Discipline match what I am learning meditating with Joe Dispenza, practicing Kundalini, listening to Rob Wergin’s latest Divine Transmission Calls, and reading Megghan Watterson’s Mary Magdalene Revealed. All of these threads in your Momma’s life are teaching me the same thing with differing nuances and details - as though each of them is coloring the same picture blindly and yet the masterpiece emerges - all colors and edges intact without a muddy mess anywhere.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
The latest addition to our Homesteading Homeschooling life arrived yesterday. (I think I am am going to combine those into Schoolsteading - like Femivore.) The barn. The barn to house the stuff/equipment that seems to have multiplied in the not even 8 years that we have lived here. It is a glorious empty space and soon will have a gardening niche, beekeeping corner, handtool alley, heavy saw plaza, Tentrr station, and riding equipment boulevard - can’t wait.
Read MoreWell, really, how do I prepare for a Bone Marrow Transplant (BMT for those of us steeped in this world.)
First, I made a list.
Hold it, back up, first I had to make the decision.
Read MoreI am thrilled to report that Knock Knock jokes have entered the house. Thrilled because your Momma truly grokked a few weeks ago the true scope and heft involved in being culturally aware. It is nice to know that there are some parts of our culture that are endemic and appear easily without any work.
What do I mean by that?
Read MoreI imagine when most people read that sentence they will think of Ayuhuasca in the jungle - which is not too far off base if by jungle you mean your own cabin, running water, and three meals a day. I spent 18 days in “The Space that Heals”, or Hamphichicuy, right outside of Tarapoto, Peru. For the first time in years I was able to truly rest - right before the many plants I was taking chewed me up, churned me inside out, and gently placed me back on my feet.
Read MoreRead MoreThere was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.
Dearest Beloveds,
I was recently on the phone with a social worker who told me there are a lot of resources available to have you two talk to someone about my health doings – therapists trained to talk to children about death and dying and sickness.
My current thinking on this is that until the sky falls, the sky isn’t falling.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
In some respects these two subjects are related - distractions and street signs. Both of you are right now gazing beyond on a level that you hadn’t before. Watching you emerge into sentient curious aware humans with your own interactions with the wider world is honestly one of the many joys of parenthood. Thank you.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
I wanted to take a moment and say thank you for our amazing life. Thank you both for being bright eyed and bushy tailed (thank you Baba), for being curious, for being my hearts - jumping and running and balancing through this amazing life. Thank you both for looking out at the world this month and immediately exclaiming to your sibling, “Let’s go catch leaves!”
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
This story has echoes of "when I was your age we walked to school uphill both ways in the snow," but that can't be helped. I want to share this story with you because maybe it will make you feel that sense of time and change that I felt with Aunt Louisa told me that when she was a child there was an actual cow, named Betsy, who lived in the CowBarn.
A cow slept in the building where your father and I spent our honeymoon.
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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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