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Still Practicing the Art and Mystery of Housewifery

Ask me the dreaded cliched “what do I do”question and I may pause. Do you mean, how do I earn and living? Or where do I find my life’s purpose in a seemingly dull life of parenting? I’ll answer that I’m a writer because that is definitely an answer I can proudly own. But truly, more of me is that homebody and that mother and I derive tremendous pride and pleasure from that. But you might not understand that answer. Because it all sounds so trite and swell and female.Still Practicing the Art and Mystery of Housewifery on Shalavee.com

I am very proud of the homebody I am. I have tremendous housepride as I have created a home that’s fun and comfortable and very me. I am “practicing the art and mystery of housewifery” as it was termed hundreds of years ago. This was a job young women apprenticed in because everything that made up the life inside the house was the wife’s jurisdiction and required knowledge, leadership, cooking skills, and organization. Add good parenting to that list and modern women’s lives don’t look much different. Except some of them work outside the home as well.

In order to make it look easy, there’s a lot that goes into all the work of maintaining a house and a family. From scheduling hair cuts, doctor’s appointments, and extra curricular activities, to maintaining pets and keeping a clean household as well as being responsible for 24 meals a week, it’s a Herculean task. I don’t think even we the homekeepers are giving ourselves the proper amount of credit.Still Practicing the Art and Mystery of Housewifery on Shalavee.com

I feel for the successful businesswoman who finds herself at home with her baby feeling worthless because she is no longer doing the job that made her feel powerful. Cleaning diapers and baby bottles doesn’t seem to hold the same glamour. We are not all raised and trained to value this immense and stressful job of being stay at home mothers. Finding the beauty in the moment of a toddler tantrum isn’t highly publicized.

I can say for myself, the more present and mindful I am, the more beautiful my life has become. I adore having the creative design outlet the house gives me. I love cooking most of the time and I adore making family time together. And I love being able to sit down and take my own time to write about how I feel about all of this. Because I am a homebody, mother, and writer. And I’m proud of these definitions of me.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Mid-February Catch-Up, 2020

During the holidays, I stepped back two steps and waited and watched my life and my choices to decide what I truly wanted to do and why. I posted less and have been skipping posts because I am still in this discerning what is important and me and what isn’t. I began talking about this several weeks ago in this post.

What I doing in the meantime is working on a visually and functionally updated blog. This is a very tough process. But with the help of kind designers and my therapist, I am making progress toward an outcome that feels exciting and not oppressive. A place where I can just be myself instead of a person I think people want me to be.

I am currently excited to be working on a blog post based on the Women’s Day theme which will be published elsewhere. And this is allowing me to write something I had already begun to be excited to write and enables me to consider what kind of presence I want to have on my blog too.Mid-February Catch-Up, 2020 on Shalavee.com

We lose sight of ourselves sometimes. Forget who we are. Search for ourselves in others’ words or in our surroundings. And I can say I am more quickly finding myself in places. I find myself in the kind and enthusiastic voices of my online friends. I saw myself in the chestnut that sits next to a photo of my 20 something hair which was that color.

There’s no one out there giving us permission to be us. We are our own gatekeepers in that game. And I also know that life is not meant to be painful and sad. I am aiming for fun and connection in this year and I know that this address at Shalavee.com holding some of those opportunities and answers.

So if you are a regular reader, I hope this gives you something to hang in there for. And if you are a new reader, welcome and I look forward to having you here when things get interesting.

Much Love,

Shalagh

Living the Life I Saw I Wanted

After I was immersed in online communities for a long enough time, I began to see there were different ways of being and seeing. I wanted to understand what it meant to be mindful, compassionate, free from anxiety, and looking forward to my future as an artist. I wanted to see my life and my existence in these new ways because, up until then, I had not experienced or ever thought of these ideas.

I have always been a learner and a searcher. And I was discovering entire communities that believed and were living these concepts. These ways of living brought them joy, ease, and hope. And I wanted to be a card carrying member.Living the Life I Saw I Wanted on Shalavee.com

So I hung out and watched, took risks, learned, and got burned. I shared what I was trying, seeing, feeling, and failing at. And year after year, I became part of an immense community of like-minded people. With much trepidation, I led projects that focused on creativity and soul work. I struggled and moved slowly. I spoke my truths and felt heard.

When I finally conceded that all the cognitive work hadn’t kept me from falling into a pit of anxiety, I asked for anti-anxiety meds. This was the pivotal point when I laid down the foundation for all that work to finally stick. My fear was so strong and the pathways so well-trod that none of my work would allow my brain to open those final doors.Living the Life I Saw I Wanted on Shalavee.com

In the months that followed, I started to notice that the quieting of the persistent whispers of fear left space for me to truly comprehend and apply all the learning I had collected. I began to administer compassion to me and my loved ones. I began to be extremely aware of my every moment with my children. Mindfulness was making a whole lot of sense to me. And with all of this, I was building my self trust. The primary component for a sense of ease and hope I have longed for all of my life.

I still have the beautiful intelligent powerful community that I grew with all this time. And I am able to share these thoughts and epiphanies with them and gain new connections with people who are moving in the same directions as me. I believe that I not only belong with these people and they make me a better me, I belong to my easy-going compassionate hopeful self as well.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional In-touchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

A Winter Weekend Picture Album

These weekends in January seem sublimely slow and filled with joy and family, candlelight and music. I scored an inexpensive replacement on Ebay for our 5 CD changer so that we can play our CDs again. And I cleaned out our games finding some spelling and math games to play with Fiona. And finally mopped the kitchen floor. And somehow we are busy with community gathering. So yummy !

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Returning Inward After the Holidays

( Written days after Christmas ’19, it would seem this piece got away from me.. Yet I still feel the honor of the holiday purpose only a month gone. And I am in the process of picking up where I left off last year)

This year, the holidays were filled with more gratitude and family appreciation than they’ve been prior. We spent time together being us, laughing, eating, and loving. I wove this holiday with as much intention and family time spending forethought as I could handle. I threw my alone and writing time to the side so that all this could happen. And I do not regret one minute of it. And now I feel the shift to retutning inward.

And now as we wind down from the rush and worry of holiday tasks fulfilled, I feel the inevitable need to turn to the familiar work of my life. A need to return to myself and my creative work. A need to do some aerobic exercise and a few sit-ups. A need to re-channel my efforts inward instead of outward. And that feels scary.Returning Inward After the Holidays on Shalavee.com

It’s so easy to devote myself to my loved ones. My back might ache from standing in the kitchen for hours on end to cook meal after meal. I got dishpan hands from all the dishes washed. I wrote very few pages in my journal for wanting to be present while my sister visited. And I never felt resentful for any of it.

Now I must turn back in. To the voice that asks what’s the next lesson I need to learn. What calls me to be curious and what drives me to want to make changes to my life and the world. What’s squeaking that needs to be oiled. And I’ve got to do it like I mean it. Because as much as I find purpose in taking care of my family, I also need the balance of entertaining my own thoughts. Respecting that is tougher than it seems but it is where I need to head.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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