As I write this, Choo-choo and Diesel are in the other room playing (loudly!) and having fun. (Though I’m not sure how fun it is for my husband when our son keeps taking all the toys away from him…)
I love times like this when they can bond with each other. Even though Continue reading “The two loves of my life”
Our day in the woods was almost over. But not quite yet. We still had a meditation session to do.
This was yet another part in the day that I was unsure of. I’d never meditated before. I’ve done deep breathing exercises at the end of a yoga session, but I didn’t have any idea if that’s how it was going to be at the retreat.
The meditation leader, another mental health professional, encouraged us to get comfortable in our chairs and close our eyes. She then began talking us through our breathing. As each thought or distraction came to us, we were told to Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 4”
Something happened this past weekend. I had an experience like never before.
Let me give you the backstory first.
A while ago, a dear relative (you know her as St. Brigid) invited me to join her at a women’s retreat, aptly named “Time to Breathe.” I agreed, of course. Mostly for her but also partly for me.
I had never been to a retreat or workshop before and wasn’t sure what to expect. Was I going to be nervous or feel uncomfortable? Were my fears going to get me, bringing out my shyness and anxiety? Was the day going to end (or start) with tears?
Finally, the Saturday of the retreat was here. Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 1”
Just a reminder today that there is still beauty and hope in life. Even through all the ugliness, even with all the heartbreakingly Continue reading “Still, there is hope”
One of the many joys of having children: when they insist on you wearing their slippers 🙂
Or when they Continue reading “Parental joys”
So, I finished it! While this piece isn’t exactly what I originally set out to create, I love it. I took a whole bunch of different materials (paint, fabric, paper, permanent marker, gel pen, colored pencil, canvas) and combined them into something beautiful and unique. Continue reading “My art”
Choo-choo always had this thing about me dancing. He hated it. Well, maybe not when he was an infant into a very young toddler. I used to dance around with him, but he wanted me to hold him instead of dancing along with me. Every. Single. Time.
Once he started using his words more, the phrase became common. “You no dance, Mommy!!” Continue reading “Happy dancin’”