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Happy Four Year Blogaversary To Shalavee

I knew my blogaversary was coming. This 4 year mark of writing, nay masterminding, this blog feels a little heavy. I just read that many blogs don’t make it past their 8th month. I remember that moment of doubt wondering if I wrote a blog in the woods, was anyone reading it? And I remember my drive to improve my writing overcame that doubt. And I would go on to improve my photography as well as my writing. Practice.

There’s definitely so much I’ve wished I could have made happen on my blog before now. Hard to watch all those who began blogging at the same time gaining such momentum while I feel like I’m at a stand still.

dollhouse entry on Shalavee.com

Yet it would be unfair for me to compare my blog to theirs. My work has not been just about blogging but about my self-discovery and self-esteem building. Rediscovering what it is that makes me me and figuring out how I want to purposefully share my mad creative and mentoring skills with the larger world. Thanks to the blog, I had something to spur that progress on.

Because I can tell you that I never would have come as far as I have with my esteem work if I hadn’t been actively blogging. This blog has given me the excuse and the opportunity to reach out and ask questions. To make myself accountable to challenges I may not have been motivated to take on. And all of this, plus the incredible connections to real people all over the world, has made me into a better happier less neurotic human being. As well as a better parent and creative dynamo.Fiona thru the window on Shalavee.com

So here’s to listening to your inner voice and staying true to it. Here’s to being patient with the fact that stuff takes as long as it bloody well takes. And here’s to accountability and telling the truth. And to Kindness always, to yourself and others.

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 orPinterest 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.

Summer’s Conclusion

As Summer is finally coming to an end, I offer up a few thoughts, memory bits, and photos of us squeezing the last drops of fun we could have.

First, a poem sent to me with a lovely card and feather from a new not too far away friend. The connections continue.

Card from a friend on Shalavee.com

Summerfest last weekend was the perfect celebration to an August we truly enjoyed.

Summerfest on Shalavee.com

belly dancers at Summerfest on Shalavee.com

volunteering for Summerfest on Shalavee.com

Eamon was a volunteer for the festival and got to play with legos while hanging out with the marvelous Judge Karen.

Afraid to go in on Shalavee.com

Fiona was terrified and would not go into the bouncy thing on this day, Friday. But the next day, I had a heck of a time trying to get her out.

Overcame the fear the next day on Shalavee.com

peach pie on Shalavee.com

Oh did I mention I made a sumptuous peach pie which we scarfed down before the fireworks?

Fireworks at Summerfest on Shalavee.com

The fireworks at the end are always such a treat. Fiona’s hands were glued to her ears but she didn’t cry.

Destroying the sandsculpture on Shalavee.com

And then there’s the annual destruction of the sand sculpture. What fun to start your day this way.

In the pool with Barbie on Shalavee.com

And then one last dip in the Hello Kitty pool which has developed three fissures in its sides all plugged with plastic wrap globs.

The slip and slide on Shalavee.com

And then we pulled out the slip and slide I’ve had in the garage for like three years and had some more fun-e-fun.

laying in the sun on Shalavee.com

And then there was this. Laying in the Sun felt so necessary on this day.

Eamon kept saying we weren’t allowed to mention his going back to school because it was officially still Summer. And then we grilled hamburgers just to make sure we got the full Summer feeling in place.

Despite the rocky start my Summer had, I felt the ease I hoped for finally happened and we had a graceful bubble to occupy these last couple weeks before school started. I never felt sad or regretful because we did it the best way we knew how. And that id all you can do.

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 orPinterest 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.


Two Ahas and a Bridge

I recently watched an interview/chat between Oprah and Brene Brown on how joy is the most terrifying and difficult emotion. I watched it sitting Hello Kitty poolside and I was blown away by what I saw. Simply, those who live joyful lives are those who practice being grateful and present in their lives. Joy comes from gratitude. A belief that Now is Enough.Daddy in Eamon's bed with Fiona on Shalavee.com

The same lovely woman who sent me this link, my marvelous therapist Kathleen, is also the one who gifted me with the knowledge that I am a seeker of the daily bad. Like rosary beads of anguish and anxiety, I seek out what’s bad in my day or my life or the moment and I hold onto it, rub it, collect it, and wallow in the misery and inevitable unhappiness that this sort of practice brings.

Eamon and Fiona in August 15 on Shalavee.com

These are two Ahas at either side of a bridge I’ve never seen until now. Happiness is being here, proactive,present, and accountable. Unhappiness is wanting anything other than now all the time and hoarding those feelings. And the ticket to moving back and forth over this previously unseen bridge is choice and possibly a little faith. As I’m turning around slowly to see, there are two women, nationally renowned for their spiritual and self-discovery work, telling me there’s a place on the other side of this previously unseen bridge to stand. A place of presence and Faith and I only need to know and believe it exists to strive for it.

Fiona on the edge from Shalavee.com

My journey mirrors theirs. I must brave my away across and leave stones behind for the unseeing to see that they might find their way too.

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 orPinterest 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.

The Tragedy of Mothering

Seems almost criminal that some women like myself, when we become mothers, suddenly become self-doubting imploding Mommys. I mean women who were successful in the corporate realm, women who brought home paychecks and held job titles, when they are faced with the relentlessness and chaos of parenting, feel like incompetent losers. Happens to a lot of women.

There we are, the most important people to the future people of the world, and self-doubts and feelings of overwhelming incompetency crumple us. And we are rendered incapable of doing our best mothering as we attempt to recover from the incredible self-doubt that this overwhelming job has caused.Playground giddy on Shalavee.com

I’ve spoken to two other women this week who also suffered from post-postpartum depression after their babies were born. Alone, isolated, without a good support group, no matter if you’re young or old, rich of poor, it can and will happen to you. Bad things can happen but in our cases, we each got through and eventually became aware. Should I have had more people to help? Absolutely. Should I have been on medication? You betcha. Did I recognize this very common condition in myself? Not at all.It's better when we get together on Shalavee.com

I’m out of the woods, sprinting across the meadow of my second child and now my purpose has bloomed and I understand the power of just saying “Ouch”. Of being OK with not being OK. The strength it takes to admit your own “weakness”. And then to go about doing everything and anything to gain a hand hold on Hope. I want to feel good about the job I’m doing as a mother. And I want our children to not think it’s their fault because Mommy’s not feeling like being a Mommy today. I want us to have fulfillable expectations of our abilities and our capacities. And I want my kids to know that I’m human and doing the best that I can.

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 orPinterest 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.

Imagine

Driving southward to Peace Camp this July and John Lennon’s Imagine comes on the radio. It plays through to the first chorus and I ask Eamon if he knows what the song is about. And he is spot on when he answers, “he doesn’t want there to be any war”. And I say, yes and all those things that he’s imagining away are just reasons for people to dislike and ultimately kill each other over.

Land, Damnation, Redemption, and Ethnicity.

crops on Shalavee.com

At Peace Camp we had a brief assembly and talked about what it means to be a peacekeeper. Among a few points well made by the organizer, that we live our lives with honesty and integrity and be present for others. That we mend instead of sever and respect instead of denigrate. We accept others’ choices for their right to choose, we value our mutual right to be heard and respected, and we are helpful when and wherever we can.

I attempt to do this sort of soul living every day. I do not watch the news just so that I don’t get a brain cloud. But I can not judge you if you choose to do so. I am an all-inclusive spiritual kinda gal and carry a faith in a larger Spirit but it may not be your God I worship. Our right is to do our reverence in private. And what I put in my body and how I raise my children are the best I know how and may be different from what you may choose but they are but a few of the many choices I must make daily. Because they are mine to make.clouds on the farm on Shalavee.com

I say these last things in a way of offering a stop sign to those who need to get their righteous identity from anything they believe in which automatically makes me wrong for not believing. Siloism is a concept where you and everyone who believes with you is secluded and is offended at those that are different. People in silos don’t include and communicate with others and so there’s stagnation. There’s nothing getting into or out of the silo to affect growth of an organization, company, or community, or family.

It’s this particular mindset that I find most scary in the world in whatever form it takes and I offer the idea that if one is unwilling to respect others’ choices, that is still a choice. Proselytizing alienates. Us and them never works out well in the end. Agreeing to disagree and respecting our differing choices does.empty bench on Shalavee.com

Peacekeepers must be willing to not be right to keep the peace and be willing to admit when their choice may be only theirs and not great for everyone else. And then they find somewhere in the middle to still stand in the same room together. It is respect for our differences that will keep us alive and happy. And that is where I stand as I teach my son and daughter how to be peacekeepers.

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 orPinterest 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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