This was a fun and liberating creative writing exercise: I went back through my journals dating from the start of the coronavirus closures and read through my scribbles. I pulled out words and phrases that jumped out at me. Once I pieced them together I had created a poem that described the twisted and ragged weeks of quarantine and reopening. Continue reading Pandemic Journaling
There are so many divided camps of belief and opinion these days.people are being very loud and very FIRM in their stance, often to the extreme of attacking or shunning those whose views differ from their own.
What if, instead of reacting with my ego, I tuned into my spiritual self? Continue reading Connect. Listen. Love.
The thing about kids is that you don’t need a license or certification or even good intentions in order to have one. You just do this (rather animalistic) act and then -BOOM- less than a year later you are the proud owner of a fragile, flailing, extremely loud, real, live human…innately designed to scream the moment you close your eyes or sit down with a hot cup of coffee. Sure, there’s care and feeding instructions out there, but the disclaimer on every one is that if you get it wrong you will mess them up for life. Continue reading Now What? (parenting without the manual)
All this shit has got me riddled with anxiety. I feel this constant simmering inside as I try to navigate my family through this changing world each day. Am I doing the right thing? Will my children be safe? …too sheltered? …too exposed? Continue reading I’m tired of being afraid
I have been sinking. I am physically embodying the effects of this time of isolation and the resulting depression. I have zits; I am gaining weight; I feel tired and irritated all the time.After my meditation this morning, I asked my unicorn cards for some guidance (as I occasionally do when I feel stuck or lost). I shuffled and shrugged as I cut the deck one final time to reveal my card: ANGER Continue reading Anger
Today I sat in the grass next to the bike path while my 6-year-old son repeatedly roared like a dinosaur at his 4-year-old sister, making her cry. Continue reading Today I sat in the grass
I’ll be honest: I have been having a hard time. The weather is turning springtime: the sun is shining, the leaves are fluttering green and fresh, grass is being mowed, birds are wooing and cooing, but I am stuck in my head – in a place of negativity, anxiety, and doubt. Continue reading Love Note From Nature
as the churning cacophony
each anxious human face
tucks neatly in its house Continue reading Cocoon the People
The juxtaposition of being a fragile human and a strong parent has never been more intense than this moment, during these times of global anxiety and local restraint. My children are young enough that they deserve to reside in the soft web of innocence a little longer. As parents, we are the weavers of this ethereal web, our sleight of hand holding the chaos at bay. These fibers become more tenuous each year, as our children’s arms and legs grow longer and their eyes begin to see farther into the truths of the world. Continue reading On wearing the Mom Suit
I hoped this mysterious mountain hike would offer my son some respite from the monotony of home and the pressures of eLearning. What it ultimately gave him was much more powerful than that. Continue reading Up and Down the Mountain