Ramblings about motherhood and the last child leaving home... what are the lies we tell ourselves?
We’ve grown up and now exist within a culture where ‘comfort’ is coveted. We keep our homes at comfortable temperatures; we purchase comfortable sofas, and buy extra padding for our beds. Our clothing is encouraged to be comfortable and there is a common distaste for pieces that restrict; corsets, neckties, stilettos, and whitey tighties. We… Continue reading Get Uncomfortable and Grow!
Steve Corey / Foter / CC BY-NC (Note: this is not entirely written of my personal experience but a culmination of the hopes, dreams, and fears that have been shared with me by mothers I’ve known professionally and personally. I hope it speaks, at least in part, about a mother’s humanness and intention.) Perhaps earlier,… Continue reading A Letter to My Children: A Mother’s Fear
I am always fascinated when I notice the experience of what some would say is the ‘collective consciousnesses; when an individual incident thematically repeats itself. This week it has been the concept of CHANGE. During a workshop I presented on Monday there were several questions about coping with change and I spent a fair amount… Continue reading The Rip Current of Change
If you don't decide what your life is about, it defaults to what you spend your days doing ~ Robert Brault This is a quote that I recently added to TheHarmonyCC’s Facebook page and the more I look at it, the more I find that it is one of those sentences that are discussion worthy.… Continue reading Life is About…
Moms usually mean well but sometimes they say things to make us feel better that don't actually turn out that way. Sometimes, the statements stay with us, burned into our subconscious and directing behavior of which, we are hardly aware. My sister was a beautiful child with Grace Kelly legs (for you younger folk, Grace… Continue reading Mom May Not Know Best
I loved taking drives with my mother at any age because we would always find an ice cream stand. No matter how many years went by her order was always a large vanilla twist and I can't see one today without thinking of her - I miss you mom. In her later years she seemed… Continue reading Judge Me Not