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May 23, 2015
“Until one is committed there is always hesitancy,
the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness,
concerning all acts of initiative and creation,
there is one elementary truth,
the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans.
The moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help that would never otherwise have occurred.
A whole stream of events issues from the decision,
raising to one’s favor all manner of unforeseen accidents and meetings
and material assistance which no man could have dreamed
would come his way.
Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.”
Goethe

Wild Geese

(I’ve shared this before, it is too wonderful to only share once.)

by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver 

© Mary Oliver

Tell Me
 
There are many people who spend their nights
on the subway trains. Often one encounters
them on the morning commute, settled in corners,
coats over their heads, ragged possessions heaped
around themselves, trying to remain in their own night.
 
This man was already up, bracing himself against
the motion of the train as he folded his blanket
the way my mother taught me, and donned his antique blazer,
his elderly, sleep-soft eyes checking for the total effect.
 
Whoever you are-tell me what unforgiving series
of moments has added up to this one: a man
making himself presentable to the world in front
of the world, as if life has revealed to him the secret
that all our secrets from one another are imaginary.
 by Anne Pierson Wiese, from Floating City

Older, Younger, Both

BY JOYCE SUTPHEN

I feel older, younger, both
at once. Every time I win,
I lose. Every time I count,
I forget and must begin again.
I must begin again, and again I
must begin. Every time I lose,
I win and must begin again.
Everything I plan must wait, and
having to wait has made me old, and
the older I get, the more I wait, and everything
I’m waiting for has already been planned.
I feel sadder, wiser, neither
together. Everything is almost
true, and almost true is everywhere.
I feel sadder, wiser, neither at once.
I end in beginning, in ending I find
that beginning is the first thing to do.
I stop when I start, but my heart keeps on beating,
so I must go on starting in spite of the stopping.
I must stop my stopping and start to start—
I can end at the beginning or begin at the end.
I feel older, younger, both at once.

“Older, Younger, Both” from Coming Back to the Body by Joyce Sutphen. © 2000 by Joyce Sutphen. Used by permission of Joyce Sutphen and the publisher, Holy Cow! Press.

Source: Coming Back to the Body (Holy Cow! Press, 2000)

To Be Held

LINDA HOGAN

To be held
by the light
was what I wanted,
to be a tree drinking the rain,
no longer parched in this hot land.
To be roots in a tunnel growing
but also to be sheltering the inborn leaves
and the green slide of mineral
down the immense distances
into infinite comfort
and the land here, only clay,
still contains and consumes
the thirsty need
the way a tree always shelters the unborn life
waiting for the healing
after the storm
which has been our life.

Linda Hogan, “To Be Held” from DarkSweet. Copyright © 2014 by Linda Hogan.  Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press.

Oh Zoey!

May 13, 2015

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Adventures in Sourdough

May 8, 2015

imageI received a sour dough starter approximately 6 weeks ago from an ECFE classmate. I was SUPER excited since my past attempts at sourdough bread making were a complete failure. Well I actually never got to the bread part last time, I couldn’t get my culture to start. It was gross, and I skipped out of it. This time, oh this time it is so different. Armed with an established and proven starter, I was ready to bake baby! And bake I did. Read more…

Field Trip to Heartfelt (Back in February.)

May 8, 2015

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Amelia had the day off from school today for teacher conference prep, so we had “Girl Time.” After dropping Maxman off at preschool, Amelia, Zoey, and I headed over to Heartfelt in Linden Hills. If you are in the Twin Cities area, you should definitely make a visit to this adorable craft/ Waldorf/ toy store.

They have monthly anytime crafts you may drop in and create without a reservation . Today Amelia created a peg doll necklace for herself and her grandma for her birthday. She delighted in designing the dolls to look like her grandma and herself.

We worked up an appetite from all that crafting and walked over to Tillia  for a small snack of cookies, coffee, and juice.

 

Play Doh and Play Dates

May 7, 2015

Being a stay at home mom definitely has its perks. One of which is hosting playdates! Max is a very VERY social boy. While I LOVE to play with him, and I do often, my ability play as intensely and frequently as he would prefer is limited. (Gotta take care of the baby, tidy the house, make dinner, fold laundry, etc… and usually he doesn’t like to join me on these tasks. Trust me I’ve tried.) Play dates are the answer! Max and his friend L play wonderfully together without much need for parental interjection or direction. They both love LEGOS and pirates and sports and mud. Today while L was over it rained. They asked if they could work with the play doh, I surprised myself by saying yes.

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Miss Zoey was really getting into it. This is the first time I’ve seen her really use the tools to manipulate the dough. Max and L made me a feast of ice cream and cookies. YUM!

Updates!

May 6, 2015

The leaves have burst from their buds, as have my children!

With each breath Max is becoming more and more mature and creative. He amazes me daily! His imagination is quirky, sweet, and a place I love to travel to with him often, when he invites me in. He greets me throughout the day with, “Good morning/afternoon/evening mama.” Tonight he presented me with a card, on which was a heart. He told me the heart was for all the parents in the world, for all the loving. (Umm…could he melt my heart anymore?)

Amelia turned 7 years old. She is brilliant. The logic she possesses impresses me daily. (she must get this from her father!) Her intellectual prowess is so humble and non-condescending to others which reflects upon her strong character. She loves to draw and create and manipulate her world with her hands and mind. A tree trunk with a notch becomes an entrance to another realm of fairies and mythical creatures. A rock is not just a rock, but a gem to be coveted and collected. Oh so many rocks are stowed away in her room :-) She is adamant she will not have children and wants to be a scientist. To that I say, “You go girl!”

Zoey is 20 months old and is such a sweet and vibrant soul. Every person she meets is an opportunity for connection. She waves, says “Hi!” to nearly every person she encounters. Her continuous gibberish is now replaced with some comprehendible words. Her newest phrases are, “I see puppy?” “See my baby?” I like Cheese” “See yaya” “See you Guys” ” “keys” “Cheese’ “Shoes” mama daddy mommy no “See Owie?” and many more I am forgetting. She is obsessed with her baby doll, and carries her EVERYWHERE. Zoey feeds her, puts her “Nite nite”, brings her in the car, sleeps with her… they are inseparable. This is so foreign to me, since neither Max or Amelia were overly attached to an object. I am soaking up these last drops of babyhood as she grows into full fledged toddler-hood. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, she is potty training. (I had NOTHING to do with this.) One day after taking her diaper off she ran to the bathroom and pointed to the toilet, so I put her on. SUCCESS! so now with EVERYSINGLE diaper change she must sit on a potty. Which is simultaneously awesome and a total PITA. Today she did a poo on the toilet. Not arguing here, Ill be damned if Ill be changing a 4 year old in a diaper. (Nothing against it if your kid is in diapers and is 4, but all my kids were self poop trained by 2.5 years old.) My philosophy, watch the cues. No one wants to sit in their waste, you can either train your child to go into a diaper or in a toilet…either way you are training them. (once they are cognizant of their bowel function.)

enough poo talk!

over and out!

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