Bathed in moonlight

“The night comes and we give ourselves permission to dissolve into the rest of darkness. We let go of all the valleys and rivers we wish to cross and our dreams for some distant future.” -Sarah Blondin, Live Awake. Tonight I stretched out on the living room couch in the dark, earbuds in my ears…

Peering into the closet

Sometimes we need to dig into the closet. What is in there that scares us? I’ve read that the Chinese New Year’s FIRE ROOSTER brings with it the energy of tidying up, letting go, and being fastidious.  Recently I fully embraced the rooster energy and decided to spontaneously empty and organize our walk-in closet. To the…

Welcome to Humans Anonymous!

I have a confession. It turns out i am a human. Who is flawed. And (gulp) imperfect. There’s something about the holidays that just leaves me feeling raw and vulnerable. I am sure I am alone in this. I am sure no other flawed, imperfect human struggles this time of year! Let me tell you…

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approximately how many popsicles my sick girl ate yesterday. approximately how many times we watched Curious George: A Halloween Boo Fest. approximately how many games of hide and seek we played. approximately how many times my heart soared in the midst of it all.

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.

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Whirling Dervishes

At last. At long last. Sitting in front of my computer with a coffee (and my beloved skunk ape mug to boot!) and well-rested and content and ahhhhhhhh…. This week has been like a topsy-turvey, off-balance, whirling dervish act. While blind-folded. And sleep-deprived. This week has been like taking a big bit of mac n…