This Month at Home – April 2017

IMG_2372 IMG_2396 IMG_2448 IMG_2522 IMG_2533 IMG_2552 IMG_2563 IMG_2585 IMG_2591 IMG_2622 IMG_2708 IMG_2796 IMG_2836 It’s been awhile since I have done a post like this. The days have been so full. Co-op group, nicer weather for outside play, Easter, dentist, Earth Day, and the occasional shared nap. Oh, and the brother love, that makes everyday full ❤️. We’ve had our fair share of challenges this month too. Lots of decisions being made about how to move forward in friendship, schooling, working, living… it all feels pretty big and sometimes heavy. So it’s been good to get outside and feel the light of the lengthening days. Summer will be here before we know it.

And with summer, a return to teaching yoga and taking doula clients for me. And possibly by the fall, massage! We’ll see how it all plays out. Right now, one moment at a time is the name of the game.

❤️ To you and yours.

When the going gets tough…

she will move mountians

I’ve never been one to shy away from challenges. In fact, I kinda crave them. I like the energy of trying something new, or having a deadline, or pushing myself to an edge I haven’t seen before. But I have to say, lately I have had some challenges that I could do without. Like bronchitis, I could surely do without bronchitis.

I have been thinking a lot about life lately, as I tend to do. I have been thinking about all of the choices, decisions, paths one can take. Each one has it’s challenges, and it’s rewards, and none is better than the other I suppose, just different. And different is surely ok. Different is good.

But sometimes, often, being different, going against the mainstream, is a challenge all in itself. It can be so much easier to conform, do what is socially “normal”, do what doesn’t cause questioning, and need explaining.

I’m rambling a bit, I realize. It’s just that lately I have been feeling so vulnerable. Ever since making my decision to pursue homeschooling, ever since stepping back into my business, ever since making public the struggles we are having to conceive, ever since laying it all out on the line. And being sick doesn’t help. Surely my body feeling weak, and tired, and generally yucky, is not giving me much emotional strength. So what am I doing right now when the going is tough? I’m going to bed.

Or trying to at least. Trying to sleep early, and wake each morning with a fresh start. Trying to heal my body and mind with sweet surrender. Trusting that in time, all things will unfold beautifully. Living life with this trust is a daily practice. One that I am sometimes pretty good at, and sometimes not at all. But one foot in front of the other, even if only in my dreams right now, and soon I think I will be strong enough to move these mountains.