The teen years.
Did anyone make their way through unscathed?
Do you even remember?
I do.
It was harrowing.
Painful.
Uncertain.
I was sure I was larger than life and knew it ALL.
I was out.
On my own.
Pushing back and against any and all adults in my life.
Its hard to know now, with a teen, how to be.
How to hold space and just show up.
For the brainstorm of irrational thinking and behaviors.
Yet today we know so much more than we ever did.
The natural individuation that must happen to establish an independent self.
The importance to hold steady, and be present.
Even as the words and sometimes dishes go flying.
As a mama it is humbling.
Challenging.
And I recognize the opportunity that as I show up for my daughter(s) I am also showing up for my younger self.
That needed to express.
Explode.
And know someone would be there no matter what.
To all the mamas out there parenting teens (and in my case mirror reflections of my younger self) I send love and prayers.
Its not easy but the love we hold,
the endless patience and persistence we show up with,
will indeed change lives.
That of our childrens as well as ourselves as we reparent our wounded parts.
Happy fucking Friday.
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Just as we were settling into spring giving way to summer we are hit with…
SNOW.
As beautiful as it is to sit tucked in and watching the snow fly,
those of us that believe climate change is real,
are sobered by the drop in temperature from yesterday 82 degree weather to this.
Always praying for my fellow humans and this precious planet we inhabit.
Alas, it is Friday.
Honoring each precious moment and grateful for some spaciousness and quiet through this weekend.
This picture, shot by @ellenvonunwerth , brought a smile to my day.
Found in my archives, another time, another place, another laugh.
Heres to some joy in all of our lives.
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Feeling deeply these spicy times.
Being stretched beyond what I thought was possible.
Leaning in.
Shying away.
Learning what true self care means
and acknowledging that sometimes it needs to be quite radical.
Asking for help while in challenge challenge and hardship has not come naturally to me.
Yet I believe there comes a time in everyones life when to not ask for support might be self sabotaging.
Long ago we lived together. In family units, tribes, with aunts and uncles and grandmothers in a village.
We raised our children together.
Broke bread together.
Carried water side by side.
Today there is energy that goes into that outreach,
and its well worth it.
To see who shows up, when and in what ways in heartening.
Humbling.
Thank you my tribe.
I am being carried on the wings of many angels.
Both seen and unseen.
Happy Friday.
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A shout out to all the mamas out there.
That work so hard.
Love so big.
Risk it all.
Unseen.
Full time 24/7.
Stand up again and again.
Tired.
Messy.
Sloppy.
Sometimes wearing two shoes that don’t match.
Snot on a collar (mostly not ours).
Wiping noses.
Cleaning up grubby feet.
Kissing boo boos.
Packing lunches.
Holding space.
It can often be a thankless job.
Until later so I hear.
Keep it up.
We are the rockstars.
Every being on this planet has come from one of our wombs.
We should be celebrated and cherished.
EVERY DAY.
Happy Friday.
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The lost pictures…
I recently have been going through boxes of archivals that I have been lugging around for a lifetime.
Its a lot of baggage.
I have a keen sense to lighten my load now.
Its time to free up space and inhabit more of my life.
We all have identities wrapped up in this sense of self.
Often stories.
That no longer identify us.
No longer serve us.
I have been many ideations of myself.
And as I am stripped raw to the core,
now at 53,
I realize I am ONLY just coming into my true, authentic nature.
Through sacrifice,
hardship,
suffering,
experience,
only now am I able to give myself permission to take up space.
Flawed.
Older.
Loved.
A lover of life.
I can recognize that the destruction of programs and concepts and programming
leads way to birth and creation.
Staying humbled.
Honoring the flaws.
Embodying all of it.
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Self care can be seemingly impossible to access at times.
It seems like a privilege.
A luxury.
Admittedly over the past months, throughout a personal crisis,
it has seemed nearly impossible.
Far away.
My needs, in the face of it all, have been on the back burner as I have tended to many small fires I have needed to address and quiet.
As a full time mom,
putting me first has seemed selfish.
And I have also even noticed an aversion to self care because of so much that has been ingrained in me as a woman.
However, months down the line, I am seeing that for the health and well being of my children and those I love, I actually must put the oxygen mask on first.
I can help no one if I can’t help myself.
And I also see it IS a privilege.
There are many mothers and humans that don’t have the resources.
At this time I do.
Be what it may.
Do I say yes or no?
If I can, and it is my mission to help others, then I must.
I am incredibly grateful to have connected with a tribe.
A family.
Day by day I rebuild.
I refresh.
I give myself the love that I wish to give to others through my courage and stamina and drive.
Baby steps of reparation.
Baby steps of healing.
Its Thursday.
I am still standing.
Soon to be thriving.
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