community, gratitude

Look for the helpers. (They are in the yellow shirts!)

Palm tree, meet Baptist.  Baptist, meet fallen palm tree. 

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Birds, gratitude, Mind of Sarah

How to survive a hurricane 

I want to keep my hands busy and create something, anything. I want them to work like a spider creates a web and cast a net of protection across everyone I love.  I'm safe and yet I can't help but think of my neighbors, my friends, and even the strangers who sought water along with… Continue reading How to survive a hurricane 

#100daysofhope, featured

The heart of democracy

"We are being called, like our mothers and fathers, to be the moral defibrillators of our time," [Barber] said, as the crowd rose with him for the umpteenth time.  "We will shock this nation and fight for justice for all. . . .We will not give up on the heart of our democracy, not now,… Continue reading The heart of democracy

motherhood, trauma

Stitching it back together with love

I am sitting here in my favorite oversized sweater that smells a little bit like beagles, but maybe that makes me love it more. I wore this sweater while studying for exams in law school. I wore this sweater in the drafty farm house in Iowa as my belly grew larger and larger when pregnant… Continue reading Stitching it back together with love

inner-work, motherhood

Frog-Swimming 

I have written a few times about how it feels like things are moving at glacial speed in my life. That the universe is testing my ability to be patient. To trust. And also, I think, to simply experience joy in the meantime. It seems I am frog-swimming through life. That is what I realized yesterday as I dipped into the swimming pool and effortless starting moving with frog kicks. I was doing the breast-stroke I suppose, but slower. And did I mention effortlessly! I did this nearly the entire half-hour until the last five minutes of my workout when I suddenly decided I wanted to be on my back. So I flipped over and began doing the backstroke. As I flipped from facing down to being outstretched on my back, gazing into clouds, it reminded me of yoga. Where you have poses that curl you up, surrendering...and then standing with shoulders back....heart open to receive. Surrender. Receive. Repeat. read more:

miscarriage

And Then…Growth.

A few months ago my friend gave me a plumeria cutting. Even if you have never heard of Plumeria I guarantee you have seen their blossoms: they produce the beautiful flowers that are used in making Hawaiian leis. When my friend offered me a Plumeria tree cutting I jumped at the chance to grow one. Until… Continue reading And Then…Growth.

motherhood

Pausing to enjoy the view

Today I officially became a member of my community's Unitarian Universalist church.  It is the first time I can say wholeheartedly that I feel spiritually at home with a people, a congregation, a larger community.  It is wonderful.  The road to this day was both immensely painful and at the same time full of more… Continue reading Pausing to enjoy the view