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There are numerous happenings occurring in my world now. My 5th grader is finishing up public “grade school” and will be attending a new private school next year. We are doing all the year ending ceremonies plus there are many Mommy to-dos with this academic move. We need new school costumes, a new computer, and…
It wouldn’t be shocking to say that shame is one of the most damaging emotions we can feel. Feeling badly about ourselves shuts us off from the world. We are isolated and silent and of no threat or use to our world. The moments that I remember shame the most are when someone has said…
It is truly hard to claim yourself. What do you like and who do you believe yourself to be are two of an intricate network of questions for which the answers represent you. Except we are so inundated with facts on who we are supposed to be a that by the time we are old…
When is a runner no longer a runner? When they no longer run. 30 years later… I am not a runner. My body has declared war on itself and I’m held captive on my ship, waves of doubt crashing against the side, storms of serious uncertainty, and I’m huddled inside my body wondering “Am I…
Like a permanent pause, the winter break has extended out with snowy weather. We are all at home again today doing what work or play needs to be done. I am trying stay patient, understanding that this too shall pass and we’ll be busy busy busy again soon enough. It’s an odd place to be….
I thought today about following my heart. I’ve listened more to myself when I have a day where there’s multiple choices which challenge me to listen honestly to my needs. For a long time, I have been led by what I think I should do and not what I really wanted to do. I suppose…
The problem with coming out of such an active month (October…crazy posting every day) is that I think I should want to not do anything for November. But my creative brain wants no part of a forced hiatus. So what I got is a dust cloud in my brain. Moments of clarity are followed by…
For the twenty-sixth time this year, I admitted I was in need of routines. The baby care is an ever adapting one. But the cooking/meal planning and blog posting have begged for a routine upgrade. As in anything other than flying by the seat of my pants. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches have taught us…
