Before there were synced calendars and day planners and even before there were trapper keepers, there was a little girl who sat in trees. She sat in the trees for what felt like hours, though it might have been mere minutes. She dreamed, journal-ed and sketched. She transported to a place of joy and bliss, cradled in the crooks of maples and oaks, conversing with imaginary beings.
To accept vitality as your birthright means to accept that these states of being matter in the first place. That joy matters. That how you are is as important as what you do. Like most people I didn't arrive to these lessons through sitting in the light.
1. Stay up late ranking the names of Kim Kardashian's children, from least awful to most awful. (In case you are curious: North (but go by Nori, obv), Saint, and poor lil' Chicago is last.) 2. Sleep in late and eat kettle corn and coffee for breakfast. (Doubles as a colon cleanse?! Lol) 3. Chuckle… Continue reading Rules for a sisters-only getaway
"Sometimes the bee stings, and sometimes it makes honey." Z, age 4, tiny Buddha (and recently stung by a bee for the first time.) Watercolor pencil, pen and water
In not-at-all-surprising news, I got sick with a bad cold. (My last post was literally about how I need to practice more self-care.) Sigh. I’m working on more rest, less doing in my daily life, so I figured practicing this while sick would be a good place to start. In fact, what better way to… Continue reading The man-cold experiment
Imagine a parental stress continuum. At one end is the mythical and totally unatainable smiling happy family lounging on a white couch. At the other end: stress-eating peanut butter out of the jar at midnight.
Pass the coffee.
The four year old's favorite planets, in order of preference: "Earf" Saturn Neptune Moon Something tells me earf is in good hands with these kids. They can't do worse than we have that's for sure.
Take heart. I bet you have it together more than you think. For goodness sake, it's not like you still have Christmas decor lying around in your shrubs in July!
I'm currently sitting by myself reading a Sunday NYT and drinking iced coffee. There is free wi-fi and all the children here belong to other people. It's air-conditioned and there is an endless supply of twizzlers and US Weekly mags. What is this heaven I speak of? Why, I'm at my regional airport, about to… Continue reading (People seriously hate this place?)