Are you asking yourself this question?
According to my meditation app, in 2017 I meditated an average of 16 minutes a day with a total of 37 hours of meditation! That doesn't include my walking meditations, which I try to take every day. 2017 was the first year where meditation became a habit. I noticed if I didn't meditate. (Or to … Continue reading How about them (meditation) apples!
That seems to be my lesson this week. FINISH THE DARN PROJECTS YOU STARTED THREE MONTHS AGO.
Such joy and freedom in saying NO. For calling bullshit on the inner dialog that said "this is how it is, I work full-time and have a child and blah blah blah here are all my excuses for why I should be permanently frazzled and fatigued." Facing the truth--that my time is precious indeed, so how can I use it to fuel joy?--was LIBERATING and EMPOWERING.
Let's just say expectations don't always match reality.
In not-at-all-surprising news, I got sick with a bad cold. (My last post was literally about how I need to practice more self-care.) Sigh. I’m working on more rest, less doing in my daily life, so I figured practicing this while sick would be a good place to start. In fact, what better way to … Continue reading The man-cold experiment
Imagine a parental stress continuum. At one end is the mythical and totally unatainable smiling happy family lounging on a white couch. At the other end: stress-eating peanut butter out of the jar at midnight.
"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
Four is learning to whistle along with Peppa Pig. Four is puppet shows and pirouettes.
Friends, solstice is upon us. Tomorrow. That is right, the days of winter darkness shift toward the light. I don't want to speak for y'all but damn, it is time for the dark days of 2016 to exit the building. The church I attend had a lovely solstice celebration this past Sunday. We toasted "wasail" (apple juice) … Continue reading Gratitude (kind of) for the darkness