inner-work

“Trust the process”

The process is not linear. The process will not be understood by your monkey mind (which undoubtedly will want to dictate the process and will fail miserably).  

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inner-work

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… Continue reading Bathed in moonlight

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:

motherhood

The (Birth)day Lessons

Today my daughter turns three!  I have to admit, I've been a bit nostalgic. Yesterday I wrote about how pregnancy taught me skills that have served me as a parent. Today I thought I'd write the same about my daughter's birth. Not the BIRTH STORY story. That would take a novel. My daughter's birth was the equivalent of baptism… Continue reading The (Birth)day Lessons