I’d like to think that the truck full of young males headed to a landscaping job, sitting idle next to me at a stoplight, were cracking up at my dance moves because they were wowed by them and impressed by this forty-something’s swagger. But I’m pretty sure they thought I looked like Elaine from Seinfeld.… Continue reading She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)
This past week I was finding myself teetering between shutting down ("I'm going to ignore Facebook right now") and also automatically writing the story's ending. ("This is Nazi, Germany. This escalates from here. Next comes the [insert parade of horrors]"). But then I realized that when my mind creates that ending, that is the ending we get. So I decided to choose a different ending. This story will end with love of millions raising voices and declaring, we demand ferocious, expansive love that protects, lifts, reunites and heals.
Wanted: people willing to shine light into darkness.
It turns out a happy, creative parent is a better parent. (Especially when puffy paint is involved.)
.[T]he universe is looking for collaborators because creation's not finished. It's not something that happened in seven days and ended. It's an ongoing story that we're part of.
The goal is not to repress what the heart is stirred to express (hopes, losses, despairs, longings) but rather to hold it all in love....and then release.
Permission for you, and for you, and for you! Let's play!
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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