Yesterday was an emotional day for me. The purging hurt so good. The death of an antiquated pattern, shedding my dumb-suit. My beauty radiating blissfully from under the decaying camouflage. Reflecting on how different I am today. It hit me hard. Like my heart was cracking open to love – love for myself. Continue reading “Retiring My Emotional Armor”
Bent and backwards
Crippled and crazy
Witness to new births, transformation, death, disease, medicine and miracles
their skin, bones, beauty, youth, wisdom
Taken, given, surrendered
Cycling through growth, dormancy, maturity
Showing colors and cyclical wisdom
Bleeding nutrients, the sweetest confection offered
Delighting the palate
Spring looming, buds popping
We honor your life
Appreciate the liquid, solids and chips
The medicine, sweetness, shade and beauty
Thank You 💚
When I really sit and observe my cat’s behavior, the likeness to the human condition is uncanny. 2 indoor lovelies roam my hallways. Needing connection, interaction, touch. Space to move around, occasionally some treats. Having a special place to eliminate, exercise independence and privacy. Cherish solitude to recharge their purring batteries. A voice, even if it falls on deaf human ears, we hear it. The ability to have a protest be it obvious or subtle. Nails out, balls out or just a murmur.
Cats never forget when they’ve been wronged. They never forget where good energy, food and preferred textures are located. They know how incredibly soul-healing warm sunshine can be. Acutely aware of the power and benefits of nature as they roll on
own anything I’ve brought into the house from the yard. I think we may have the same instinctual/ancestral need to immerse ourselves in nature, cover ourselves with its sensual fragrance, making love to all out-sided-ness. Cat’s are also empathetic, able to detect sadness/depression and act to comfort us when tough times hit. Not making a fuss about our condition, they creep in stealth-like and curl around our worries like a soft, squishy grandma with a glass of warm milk and a blueberry muffin.
They are acutely aware of the need for self-care, above all else. Napping, removing themselves from a noisy environment, staying away from people who are not good for them, using the bathroom when they feel the need, using their voice to get attention – letting others know about their pleasure, objections and inquiries. Owning their favorite “spot” in life and securing a private, secret area to recharge…Caring for themselves, they exude love of self as a normal part of their existence. No permission or apologies needed.
Do you give thanks everyday for your body? Your amazingly perfect physical-ness? You should! You should express your gratitude for your bones, joints, skin, liver, your feet, your eyesight, your pancreas, your nose, your brain, the hair on your toes, on your head, even parts that hurt, are sick or not exactly making you happy right now. Every organ, every inch of your body. Become aware, today. Become aware of how you choose to treat the miracle of YOU. The miracle of thinking, being, feeling, acting and reacting. Offer it love, give it exercise – whether or not it complains or balks, give it good food – try things you’ve read about and don’t forget the water, generous amounts of water. Say thank you for all the ways you function right now because the more you are aware of your body, the more you will avoid mistreating it.
Lifelong commitment is not what everyone thinks it is. It’s not waking up early every morning to make breakfast and eat together. It’s not cuddling in bed together until both of you peacefully fall asleep, well…sometimes. It’s not a spotless home and a gourmet meal every night. It’s messy, unkept hair and wrinkled pajamas, morning breath and sneaking off to get the first shower.
It’s someone who steals all the covers. Snores on the inhale and exhale. It’s the occasional slammed door, and a few harsh words, disagreeing, and the silent treatment until your hearts heal. Then…making up and becoming friends again.
It’s coming home to the same person everyday that you know loves and cares about you, in spite of and because of who you are. It’s laughing about the stupid things we get ourselves into, sometimes lots of stupid things. Knowing that everything eventually works itself out. It’s about dirty laundry, junk mail, shutting off the lights in rooms that are vacant and mud tracked in all Spring -without finger pointing. It’s about helping each other with the hard work of life, even when you’re not particularly good at it. It’s about swallowing the negative comments instead of letting them out of your mouth.
It’s about sitting down to eat, physically exhausted, at 9pm after 12 hours of hard labor in the yard. It’s when you have an emotional breakdown, and he/she wraps their arms around you and tells you everything is going to be just fine and you believe them. It’s when you find comfort in watching the shows we know each other likes. Content to sit and hang out, enjoying sharing the silence together, without having to fill each moment with small talk. It’s about still loving someone even though sometimes they make you absolutely insane.
Living with the person you love is not perfect, it’s hard, amazing, impossible and comforting all at the same time❤
I miss looking under rocks for cool bugs to put in our bug-house. I miss packing a thermos of hot chocolate, 3 sandwiches and grabbing a loaf of stale bread to spend quality time with the beach seagulls. Continue reading “For The Love of Gratitude 12/1/2018”
I believe in the magic of trees. I can be found touching, smelling and cozying up to trees. They’re all so welcoming, fragrant, protective and accepting of love from us. My ancient friends on my land, lovingly offer their sap which I respectfully process into delicious syrup. Bark, of the Shag-bark tree also creates a delectable syrup. Elderberry, Linden, Maples, Oaks, Willow… Oh, my momma Willow. How I honor thee. I would say one of the most disappointing events I witnessed this year involved my 100+ yr old Willows. Continue reading “As A Tree, I Heal”