We have reached that age, eyes roll and tears spin out in breathy gasps, everything seems so unfair! Delicate and fragile, the nearly nine year old child becomes self conscious in a very new way. Such tender handling is needed, not to break the sapling, as the self rises in flow with these early hormonal rushes. Luckily, there are many great avenues to turn toward: peaceful parenting, love and logic, anthroposophy, and my daughters very nature. These tell me that she desires responsibility, something to love, close connection on her terms, physical activity. We are reading Ramona all over again (having read 4 of the books a few years ago), this time she reads some of the chapters to me. She is taking yoga, swimming, cycling to school. She wants more! Ice skating and breakdancing too. I'll have to see what I can do. But the biggest and best part, is that she was offered a guinea pig to love and care for. Daffodil came to our home, complete with indoor hutch, outdoor hutch, garden run, bales of hay, bags of food, and toys. Every step of the way through our adventures, exactly what we need and desire has been laid before us. Welcome Daffodil. Next, I become friends with the ice dancers of the area, if there are any to be found! =)
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Daughters
We have reached that age, eyes roll and tears spin out in breathy gasps, everything seems so unfair! Delicate and fragile, the nearly nine year old child becomes self conscious in a very new way. Such tender handling is needed, not to break the sapling, as the self rises in flow with these early hormonal rushes. Luckily, there are many great avenues to turn toward: peaceful parenting, love and logic, anthroposophy, and my daughters very nature. These tell me that she desires responsibility, something to love, close connection on her terms, physical activity. We are reading Ramona all over again (having read 4 of the books a few years ago), this time she reads some of the chapters to me. She is taking yoga, swimming, cycling to school. She wants more! Ice skating and breakdancing too. I'll have to see what I can do. But the biggest and best part, is that she was offered a guinea pig to love and care for. Daffodil came to our home, complete with indoor hutch, outdoor hutch, garden run, bales of hay, bags of food, and toys. Every step of the way through our adventures, exactly what we need and desire has been laid before us. Welcome Daffodil. Next, I become friends with the ice dancers of the area, if there are any to be found! =)
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
16 Years
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The most difficult part of being across the Atlanctic from my homeland is the fact that my teenager stayed there. 13 years of joy and cacophany, and then it was time to share him with the world. Today he will not take cupcakes into school, he will be getting his drivers license!! Happy Birthday Kaiah! With Love. |
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Life Giver
My children like to play to with my cell phone, taking random pictures and pretending to call China, what child doesn't? Last week they changed my ring-tone to that wonderful song from the 60's, "It's a gift to be simple, It's a gift to be free, It's a gift to come home where we like to be". Delight is in the details~
Two weeks ago my drier arrived. I happily live without a car. I will not, however, continue to find creative ways of stringing laundry across my kitchen. This is not Siberia, and I am a posh spoilt American in the end. Being also a granola loving hippy in the end, I find the lived in mess of daily life so comforting...and the meows of our cat, and long naps, and hot chocolate. Delight is in the senses~
One week ago today, we were in a major car accident. Mathias bolted into a very busy intersection without stopping, and it really happened, he was hit by a car going at a very fast speed. The car swerved, tried to stop, Mathias took the impact on his left side. That boy, sitting in the ambulance, just kept talking about texting his friends that he really got to see the inside. He grilled them about every detail he saw, and walked away without so much as a single scratch or bruise! "Mom", he said, "the angel saved me." Life Giver Aho! Every day I wrap them in angelic love. That day I did it twice for good measure. Delight is in the big things~~~
As we gather close to each other in the aftermath of, of, of everything, I think repeatedly on a story told often by our sheikh in London. "There is a traditional Chinese fable that illustrates the need to reverse our ordinary way of thinking and of viewing events. It tells of how a poor farmer had a horse that ran off into the country of the barbarians. All his neighbours offered their condolences but the farmer said, 'How do you know that this isn't good fortune?' A few months later the horse returned bringing with it a barbarian's horse of excellent stock. All his neighbors offered their congratulations but the farmer said, 'How do you know that this isn't a disaster?' The two horses bred and soon the farmer had a whole herd of fine horses. One day when the farmer's son was riding one of them he fell off and broke his hipbone. All the neighbours offered the farmer their condolences but he said, 'How do you know this isn't good fortune?' A year later the barbarians invaded the frontier and all the fit young men were called up and most of them died in the war but the farmer's son survived. Thus good fortune can be disaster and vice-versa. Who can tell how events will be transformed? So we can learn to turn around the view we have of almost all the events in our lives." Delight is in deepest trust and knowing~ It is a delight so deep and normal as to be missed...the sound of a drier, the glow of a radiator, the smell of a starry night holding a new contract on life. To be a chalice of earth, that is all I desire now. It contains universes of love. Aho!
Jacobs, Philip. 2006. Oneself: Life as a Means of Transformation. Winchester: O Books. 111-112.
Two weeks ago my drier arrived. I happily live without a car. I will not, however, continue to find creative ways of stringing laundry across my kitchen. This is not Siberia, and I am a posh spoilt American in the end. Being also a granola loving hippy in the end, I find the lived in mess of daily life so comforting...and the meows of our cat, and long naps, and hot chocolate. Delight is in the senses~
One week ago today, we were in a major car accident. Mathias bolted into a very busy intersection without stopping, and it really happened, he was hit by a car going at a very fast speed. The car swerved, tried to stop, Mathias took the impact on his left side. That boy, sitting in the ambulance, just kept talking about texting his friends that he really got to see the inside. He grilled them about every detail he saw, and walked away without so much as a single scratch or bruise! "Mom", he said, "the angel saved me." Life Giver Aho! Every day I wrap them in angelic love. That day I did it twice for good measure. Delight is in the big things~~~
As we gather close to each other in the aftermath of, of, of everything, I think repeatedly on a story told often by our sheikh in London. "There is a traditional Chinese fable that illustrates the need to reverse our ordinary way of thinking and of viewing events. It tells of how a poor farmer had a horse that ran off into the country of the barbarians. All his neighbours offered their condolences but the farmer said, 'How do you know that this isn't good fortune?' A few months later the horse returned bringing with it a barbarian's horse of excellent stock. All his neighbors offered their congratulations but the farmer said, 'How do you know that this isn't a disaster?' The two horses bred and soon the farmer had a whole herd of fine horses. One day when the farmer's son was riding one of them he fell off and broke his hipbone. All the neighbours offered the farmer their condolences but he said, 'How do you know this isn't good fortune?' A year later the barbarians invaded the frontier and all the fit young men were called up and most of them died in the war but the farmer's son survived. Thus good fortune can be disaster and vice-versa. Who can tell how events will be transformed? So we can learn to turn around the view we have of almost all the events in our lives." Delight is in deepest trust and knowing~ It is a delight so deep and normal as to be missed...the sound of a drier, the glow of a radiator, the smell of a starry night holding a new contract on life. To be a chalice of earth, that is all I desire now. It contains universes of love. Aho!
Jacobs, Philip. 2006. Oneself: Life as a Means of Transformation. Winchester: O Books. 111-112.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Chalice
~O sun she rises, shakes out her fiery mane, purple and windy on a glorious song~
Joyous Year of the Rabbit!
Structures of crystal and light
the very essence
of this new life
Thank you
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Baby Dinosaurs
Lol. When you are part genius and terminally weird what can you expect?? Some cried, some came back for a second night, some fell in love with "the tai chi dance", others fell asleep. Namaste to all who witnessed~
http://cambridgetab.co.uk/featured-image/inspired
It's good to be home!
http://cambridgetab.co.uk/featured-image/inspired
It's good to be home!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Performance
Live performance is just awesome. It brings us into the moment so viscerally, so deeply, there is simply nowhere else to go. Onstage, lights exposing our nakedness, we performers must come out, crack the seeds of our selves open, and reach toward our depths, or die without birth. It had been too long! Too long away from performance, too long away from healing work. I must and I will and I am integrating these aspects back into my life in a big big way.
How lucky, how fortunate, how blessed, to perform five nights so soon upon arrival in England. I am dancing an old solo, from when Open Air Dance was brand new, and I put on that crazy huge show while five months pregnant! Who remembers that? It was beautiful, turtles painted in mud and maidens in turquoise plether :) I am not the worlds best performer this week, but I am pretty good, getting it spot on at least some of the nights. The audience comes into our s-l-o-w state of being at any rate, and so the choreography stands.
Tonight, I will kiss the moon in the headlamps of the stage lights once again~ Ohm.
How lucky, how fortunate, how blessed, to perform five nights so soon upon arrival in England. I am dancing an old solo, from when Open Air Dance was brand new, and I put on that crazy huge show while five months pregnant! Who remembers that? It was beautiful, turtles painted in mud and maidens in turquoise plether :) I am not the worlds best performer this week, but I am pretty good, getting it spot on at least some of the nights. The audience comes into our s-l-o-w state of being at any rate, and so the choreography stands.
Tonight, I will kiss the moon in the headlamps of the stage lights once again~ Ohm.
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