The Gift of Each Season: Day 9
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.” Henry David Thoreau The feast has been laid. The table set. The candles lit and He is here. The trees flame, the boughs…
The Feast Leading to Love: Day 8
I’m practicing 31 days of writing about Feasting on the Present Moment. You can find all of them on the Browse All Articles on the left. Join me for the Journey? Planet Earth, a 4D experience, the poster had read.…
Surrender: Feasting on the Present Day 6
Hurry is an unpleasant thing in itself, but also very unpleasant for whoever is around it. Some people came into my room and rushed in and rushed out and even when they were there they were not there — they…
A Simple Practice: Feasting on the Present Day 5
So, friends, let’s make this feasting on the present moment crazy simple. This is how I usually start: Open one sense at a time for about a minute. Allow your usual pattern of thoughts to fall away and instead use…
What Comes Forth out of the Stillness: The Feast Day 4
A Psalm of Mornings Holy The hour Before my husband wakes My kitchen still clean. Holy The nameless birds Whose caws penetrate the cool of my open window. Holy The shawl wrapped and padded stillness, The steaming…
Becoming Grounded: Feasting on the Present Day 3
When anxiety surges, all awareness is drawn like a magnet to that fear. Surroundings blur, breathing shallows and the whirring begins. I could walk through hours, days like that and barely feel the touch of that sweet toddler hand. …
The Struggle: Feasting on the Present Day 2
The skipping, whirring, pacing thoughts began their morbid merry-go-round when I was ten. I called it nervousness. The asthma medication inhaled would bring it on, the late dinner would leave me shaky, ordinary stress would demand I put on…
A Call to Feast on the Present Moment: Day 1
They are finally, after 8 years of the beautiful chaos of young children, all happily ensconced at school! My three year old sat down at a puzzle in his new preschool room this morning, gave me a kiss and…
Grasping the Present Firmly
I’m joining the hundreds writing over at Lisa Jo’s for Five Minute Friday’s. The word today, GRASP: I have come to realize I hardly feel the floor under my feet as I walk. I am a ghost on the…
Confession of the Exhausted Supermom
So, Friend, I know I can trust you with this… here’s the stark, honest truth: I couldn’t hack it. I can’t homeschool. And I know all you wise homeschooling moms full of years of experience and dozens…