The only gift is a portion of thyself.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
7:00 longevity tea w/few tb coconut cream + tsp mct oil + 2 scoops collagen
10:00 16 oz green juice
10:30 bowl of coconut chips (chose this instead of making food so I could write this blog ;))
1:00 goddess green salad w/ salmon on a raw asian wrap
3:00 25 oz lemon, ginger, few drops of stevia
6:15 bowl of cauliflower rice/nori/bone broth/spinach/coconut oil/sea salt + ground beef + 5 olives
10 minute walk + park time w/ little E
20 minute rebounding
60 minute adventure at the meadow walking, lunging, climbing trees, + a 30 lb toddler carry 😉
Body Goodness: I am feeling sooo much better! Woot! Woot! I woke up feeling so grateful for this amazing body I have. I’m also feeling tight in my head and shoulders. I did more body scans today and noticed I unconsciously tense my body. Every time I noticed this I did some light bouncing and shook out my body combined with a few deep breaths to release the tension.
Mind/Heart Goodness: Lately, I’ve been exploring what it means to be a creative woman and honor my choice to be at home with my son and future children. I love solitude. I’m an introvert with a splash of extrovert. I come home when I have space to be with myself, alone. As mothers know, this isn’t something we have in abundance (especially with the little ones). Yet, it’s vital.
To quote Anne Morrow Lindbergh from her book Gift From The Sea:
The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. But women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves: that firm strand which will be the indispensable center of a whole web of human relationships. She must find that inner stillness which Charles Morgan describes as “stilling of the soul within the activities of the mind and body so that it might be still as the axis of a revolving wheel is still.”
Yes, how do we carry that stillness within us throughout our days even in the midst of the divine chaos called motherhood? How do we honor our creative spirits while being a powerful center for our families? How do we get our needs met so we can thrive not just survive?
I’ve been looking at motherhood as an art. The becoming a mother part is actually pretty easy. But, mothering with intention and purpose is an art. It is a creative expression…a craft to be practiced. It is one of the greatest gifts we can give to the world. I feel this. And, sometimes, I notice that I can make everything hard. The passage below is from Karen Maezen Miller’s book: Momma Zen. She’s talking with her teacher at the end of a retreat and he says:
“You seem to have a little problem with your work ethic,” he said. I didn’t follow, since I judged myself to be the hardest worker there ever was.
“You make everything work,” he said.
I do. Do you?
When you are scraping the crusted cereal from the wall with a chipped fingernail, do not think: For this I gave up a vice presidency. When you are folding a stack of late-night laundry, do not think: This is my sixth load this week and it’s only Monday. When you stand over the sink of three-day old dishes, do not think: When, oh when, will I ever catch up? And while you’re at it, please don’t complain about the mindless nature of a mother’s work. The great transformative potential of a mother’s work is that it is mindless. No thinking of any kind required.
Ah, yes and I come back to being in the moment (no thinking required.) I come back to my chosen art: motherhood. I come back to my intention to be the love, joy, stillness no matter where I am or what I am doing. Reminding myself, I get to choose how I experience my days.
What if my biggest creation was my child and who I became during the years of mothering? I smile as I look to the left of my desk at my toddler’s creation. Breathing in and breathing out. This is it. This is where the magic of transformation happens.
Gratitude & Appreciation: I am grateful for our adventure at the meadow. It’s so beautiful and fun to see my little guy explore the open land. I am grateful for music that moves me. My singing mantra today was: I am bountiful, blissful and beautiful. Totally elevated my energy. I am grateful for all of my books, yes, the ones that are still all over the floor. I am grateful for our local health food store. I am grateful for my quick chat with a fellow Momma Goddess (+ her kiddos) on our walk today. I am blessed. Thank you for another day.
P.S. I was writing some of this while my son was playing in my office and he came up and hit my keyboard and somehow deleted a good portion of the post.
I said Argh out loud. He said: Mommy upset? A small smile breaks through the frustration. How can I be that upset when he asks me so sweetly? I said: Yes, I’m a little upset. Then, explained to him what happened requesting 5 more minutes to write. He got it and began playing again.
And then, I began again…and again…and again. This is the path of the Mother. How do we patiently, persistently, diligently, lovingly show up for ourselves and our families?