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A couple days before I sat in circle with a group of Mama’s discussing the chapter on “the explorer” in Bill Plotkins book Nature and the Human Soul. That chapter is all about how to help children in that stage of life fully immerse themselves in wonder and imagination.
Read MoreI love the way the universe works. This morning as I sat with my steaming coffee, sipping it— as the light rises above my neighbors home. I picked up Gregory Orr’s book River Inside the River to this poem. This speaks to me——
Read MoreI haven’t figured out how to know happiness without having an innate and real sense of sadness. And I often feel both at the same time.
Read MoreI highly recommend it! If you are a Mom. If you are a social justice minded person. If you want to understand more about our culture. If you aren’t a black mother and want to step into their shoes and imagine what they live with.
Read MoreSoul isn’t your role, isn’t your identity, it’s not your ego, or your beating heart, it's not your grey matter, or your microbe wise gut.
Read MoreAnd also because the rebellious one in me says "we become what the common culture tells us to be"-- dang it.
Read MoreSelf-care can be ongoing, simple, and doable. Even in the busiest of lives. You can reset and reboot in moments all day long. This isn’t about eating or exercise. This is about deep self-care. About giving your body some love all day long.
Read MoreAn autoimmune disease that is.
Hashimoto’s thyroiditis.
Did you know one in five Americans have an autoimmune disease?
And that approximately 75% of those are women.
Read MoreFor most of my life I did not think of myself as creative.
I know now, deep in my bones.
We all are.
If you think you are not it’s most likely been taught, or criticized, out of you.
Read MoreRelationships can be so wonderful, and on the flip side so freaking challenging right! Even the relationship we have with our own “hamster wheel” minds.
Read MoreWriting this post brings a smile ear to ear. This is the CPR of life. The moments I am present with another living being.
Read MoreHave you ever been at a meeting, a dinner table, or an event where one or two people do all the talking and the rest of the group sits in silence?
Right. Does it drive you crazy too?
Lately I feel like I am coming out of my skin when it happens. So I decided I needed to write about it because maybe it bugs someone else too!
I grew up on a Maple Tree lined street.
Walking home from school one Autumn day
I arrived at the end of my street and
looked up
into the majesty of dappled, colorful light that was raining down.
I have a bit of an obsession with listening. Or I could call it a innate curiosity.
Listening is a deep practice. It also has a quality of sacredness. I believe it could take us miles along the journey to a world that works for all. If we really, really deeply listen.
Here are 23 tips, or things to consider, play with, ponder, wonder about, and explore:
I am a voracious reader. Books are my other best friend.
One of the most vivid memories of childhood is when my little sister and I would drag our red wagon across the street and up the block to our neighborhood library. You could take out 10 books every two weeks during the summer. Sweet...
When my children were young, and they asked what I wanted for a gift I would say; “world peace, or a homemade gift." I really meant that. All of it. I wanted my children to believe that was possible. Peace and homemade gifts.
Read MorePutting a book out into the world is exciting and scary. It reminds me of sending my children to kindergarten. I felt excited, worried, and nervous. I wanted them to be liked, even to be loved. I wanted them to be seen for their uniqueness, to be respected by others, to be welcome.
When I was a child we often rode three to a bike. One on the handlebars, one pedaling, and one on the seat.
The handlebar riding was both exhilarating and terrifying, a sense of freedom, and holding on for dear life. Being the pedaler was for the one with the most stamina, and being on the seat I had to trust the people in front of me.
The coolest part was we were riding together.
Read MoreYup. I did.
When I was a child, swimming underwater- was for me- the bee’s knees.
I was lucky enough to have cousins who had a camp on Lake Ontario and spent hours of time submerged.
Immersed I navigated the underworld of seaweed, sand, the pull of the tide, and the watery quiet, the unique coloration's. I let the tide move me and sometimes had to fight the current.
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