My daughter and I just got back from a girls get away with Grandma to Portland. Four days of travel, adventures, and making friends. On our last day as we walked to the train station my mother reflected on how interesting it is to see how people react to Emeline. Some, like the woman on […]
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Walking my daughter this past year has given us an intimate connection with the seasons. Strapping on one of our carriers and snuggling her in for a nap, these walks nourish our bodies and souls. Physically, they help her body sleep and integrate and allow my body to heal and get back in shape. Spiritually,
Emeline and I took our first momma baby yoga class of the fall yesterday. As we all went around and introduced ourselves, one of the mothers shared that she is finding spending all day with her child a little wearing and hoped that yoga class would help relieve that and make their time together feel
Parenthood brings all sorts of shifts in your relationship, including less time and energy for intimacy. It can be a challenge to find ways to connect with your partner in the flow of family days. And yet, it’s also a time of life where nurturing that connection is so vital… Once a week I get
My dear friends’ mother and grandmother passed away early yesterday morning. Her granddaughter is one of the people nearest and dearest to my heart; she also happens to have autism. When her dad told her Grandma had died that morning, she asked when the memorial. Calendars are very important to her. And when he told
I have been taking an online course on Self Compassion, co-taught by Brené Brown and Kristen Neff. The course consists of videos, where Brené plays the role of student to Kristen’s teacher, as well as embedded activities and self reflection. It’s a great class, fun and real and thoughtful and inspiring. In the first video segment
This morning’s reading focused on women and our comfort in our own physical selves. Watching my 15 year old step son explore body image as he develops new friendships in high school and my 8 month old daughter gleefully exploring her world, I am reminded daily of the physicality of being. For many of us,