On This Miraculous Planet, On Real Food, On Union with all that is
Sitting in the waiting room of our local mechanic, I turned to the apple-cheeked, soft white curled woman sitting next to me.
Let’s see what the Universe wants to tell me about this feeling.
“Can I share something with you?”
“Of course, my dear.”
“My daughter is turning 10 today.” Tears flooded my eyes. “It makes me happy sad.”
Read MoreI think I want to write a poem about this plant and how wonderful it was to find it.
“I love this plant right now,” I shared with the Bean.
Before I could finish my thought aloud, the Bean jumped in, “Well, I guess you should marry it then!”
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
Parenthood can be quite humbling.*
One of the most confronting parts of being a parent is realizing you are passing down your neuroses/limitations/Cranky Monster baggage to your children.
Many teachers over many years have all taught me the same thing. We are energetic beings in physical bodies. Our energy body/aura surrounds us like a glowing multidimensional egg of vibrational me-ness.
In that aura there can be blockages. Blockages made of past habits, memories, things that trigger us, woundings, fears, etc etc. Rob Wergin likes to call them mud pies. Mucky, dark, heavy glurpy goo that sticks within our aura and blocks energy flow. Meme told me when I was 12 that 4th dimensional creatures live in our auras - called in as helpers when we are afraid or in pain but then they never leave and become a handicap.* Perhaps those two are the same thing.
I spend a great deal of energy and attention cleaning up my personal mudpies - but sometimes I think I splash mud onto you two when I am not thinking.
Read More“Four” Dragon stated.
“Yea, I keep stopping, I don’t know why.” Bean retorted.
“You jumped, but it got caught on the back of your leg… Wait, would you stop? I want to go and grab mine.” Dragon moved towards the stairs.
“Yours is the green one.” Bean called out. “It is like neon green, Dragon.”
“Dragon, I just did five… I almost did six!”
“Hold on Bean, wait till I come back up!”
We purchased the jump ropes in March of 2020.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
I switch hats throughout the day from Adulting Corinna to Parenting Corinna and vis-a-versa. Adulting Corinna pays attention and gives time to MY wants, desires, thoughts, responsibilities, and curiosities.
Parenting Corinna pays attention and gives time to YOUR wants, desires, thoughts, responsibilities, and curiosities.
I have found during my almost 10 years as a hat switcher, that life goes more smoothly when I wear only one hat when I am with you two - because, as you may have noticed, your mother only has one head.
Read MoreOne of the things I adore about meditation retreats are the blunt conversations one has with strangers. For a stint of a weekend/five days/two weeks a group of strangers are thrown together without any historical baggage or expectations of future interactions. It lends itself to very honest conversations.
Like the one I had at the end of our stint in India for the 10,000 Course for World Peace. We were checking in to the hotel in anticipation for our 4 am departure the next morning back our own beds.
“Are you insane? Why did you bring your kids?” Identical badges hung around our necks.
Read MoreIt has been many many moons since I posted a recipe.* However, times change.
The juggle of the school bus, after school activities, and my inner push to not feed by children denatured oatmeal in the form of cereal for breakfast or cheesy bread/pasta every night means that I have had to focus time and energy on weekend feasts that turn into leftovers (frozen or otherwise) during the week.**
One of my favorite breakfasts, snacks, and or desserts is banana bread. It took me a while to land on a recipe that is both sugar free and gluten free - but this one really works.
Read MoreOne of the fun things about being an adult - I am “allowed” to write on my bedroom walls. Wall decor is entirely my choice. And any costs associated with repair, repainting, etc are for me to bear.
Last fall I was repeating to myself over and over certain prayers from Rob Wergin. So much so, I decided to record then on my bedroom walls.
The aim was to have a constant drip of attention/awareness on those thoughts.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
Recently Dragon and I were driving along some country road and admiring a surfeit of round hay bales. Many acres of fields were shorn yet all of the bales were concentrated on one field.
“Momma! Look how close those hay bales are! If they were closer I could jump between them.”
“Yes, you certainly could, that is very true. Would you take a running leap or try to bounce like a bunny?”
“Bounce like a bunny.”
Read MoreIn my experience of yoga retreats, meditation retreats, whoo whoo doings (as my mother would say) - they are great on experiences and terrible when it comes to starting on time, ending on time, sticking to a schedule.
I felt myself very confronted by this fact recently and I spent some time sitting with it.
Then I realized - of course meditators are terrible at time - time only exists in the world of the ego.
Read MoreDearest Dragon, you and I are now fully ensconced in the first grade curricula. And, just like your sister, we are having conversations like this.
“This is too hard!”
“I know my love, but they only way to get better at this is to practice, just four more words then we can run around the house for five minutes before math.”
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
I recently ran across an interview with Dr. Tony Nader and Daniel Pink about motivations and rewards. Your Momma was cringing as I listened to their discussion because it dawned on me that all day long I am offering you contingent rewards. As Pink calls them, an “if then” reward.
“If you don’t eat your breakfast we can’t go to camp.”
“If you don’t set the table, I will dock you one strike. As you know, after three strikes you won’t get your allowance.”
“If you don’t do you math lesson, we can’t read stories.”
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My life vision is to love, be curious, identify my Cranky Monster, and be brave enough to speak from and for The Good.
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