I think many white people -- myself included --we have thought, what's the point of speaking up? Me pointing out my uncle's racist view will do nothing to change his mind. But that logic can no longer stand.
So many people are passing through hard times. Pretty much everyone in my life actually. And lots of people who I don't know, too. I want to hug each and everyone of you (whether I know you or not - I am originally from the Midwest after all. We hug everyone!)
I spent a lot of time in therapy, women studies courses and chat sessions about how we can dismantle the patriarchy to discover I wasn't fully getting it. Finally exploring these questions as part of my spiritual work made me see it in a whole knew way.
The creation of the art might be a spiritual act, but if you keep it to yourself you have only done half of the work. In sharing it with the outside world you make it sacred. That final step can feel scary and vulnerable but it's also so freaking POWERFUL. It becomes a full circle moment. Not just receiving but giving it back to source in a new way.
The other night I read my daughter a book that mentioned how lobsters hide under rocks while molting a new shell. First of all: lobsters molt?! I I’m am showing my ignorance of the crustacean family here but I had no idea. Also, gross. Maine-ly I wanted an excuse to use this adorable Lobstah gif … Continue reading I’m coming out of my shell! (And it’s a little scary)
I've been hiding in my shell but it is finally time to come out! (HI)
I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.
Four is learning to whistle along with Peppa Pig.
Four is puppet shows and pirouettes.
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
I've had a huge amount of crap healing work surface this past week. The kind of stuff that a year from now I will look back on and muse, that was so powerful and worth every painful moment. But when you are living it? Total and utter bologna. In fact, I have decided 2016 has … Continue reading The Final Push (This Might Hurt)