When I started writing this blog I had no idea the blog's name -- mourning dove motherhood--would take on so many varied meanings. I originally named the blog in honor of all the mourning doves that visited me shortly after my mom died. I had no idea that I'd go on to grieve more motherhood related… Continue reading I just don’t like your uterus
Can we talk about how hard April has been? Really hard. You would think I'd be prepared, knowing it's the cruellest month and all. But nope. There has been an endless onslaught of bad news for people I care about. Tragedy, loss, injustice. One after another. (I need to close my FB feed for real.)… Continue reading Where the rubber meets the road
Certainly I've been thinking about my late mom (Diane), and the grandmother I never met (Elizabeth), and her cousins (names unknown) on the genetic chart, called a pedigree. I've been thinking about other women too. Debby and Angela, two women I knew and admired, both not much older than myself, who died recently of breast cancer. Circles blackened and crossed out.
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.
I thought I had writer's block. For three months (almost) I despaired that the writing gods had gone away and it was officially over. No more. All hope was lost. What I did not see (or more accurately, did not want to see) was that I was avoiding my truth.
Speaking your truth is the most powerful tool you have.
IT SEEMS SO SIMPLE, RIGHT? And yet, there I was again, yelling like a shrew at my family this past weekend. All sleep-deprived and self-righteous. (I always become the self-righteous martyr when I'm parenting from an empty cup...look at me, sacrificing for ALL OF YOU, NONE of you whom seem to appreciate my greatness! LOL. NOT A GOOD LOOK FOR YOU, SARAH.)
Pass the coffee.
Do I want to write about how grateful I am for safe drinking water, cool air and hot food? (Very.) Do I want to write about but there for the grace of God go I?