The agony of waiting intensifies each day.
Feeling really, really pregnant doesn’t really feel easy.
The pressure of wondering what I should be doing to activate labor feels heavy.
The instantaneous evaporation of my birth plan is shattering. What I’ve wanted to avoid : induction – is now not an alternative for medical reasons, and is scheduled for tonight.
Worst case scenarios flutter through my mind, and I spiral into worry.
And in the end I must remember : I have a choice.
Even though certain things are seemingly out of my control, I can carve a perspective of possibility.
Because I want to seek out what is best, rather than actively predict the worst.
Because this is about the baby’s safe arrival and my grip has to loosen (again).
Because as we all know, things don’t always go according to plan.
And what seems all so massive to me now, I slowly realize will soon be a mere blip.Post a comment
One foot here, one foot there.
All of the unknown beckons right around the corner.
Aware of a major transition, yet simultaneously in denial that anything is going to change.
Searching for a rhythm within each day.
Acutely aware of everything that is real today will eventually dissolve.
A family of 4 becomes a family of 5.
Reminding myself soon I will have to let go + surrender, whenever the time comes to usher in this new life. This is hard for me.
Like waiting for a bus and being fully present at the station; it can come at anytime.
Letting it be OK to feel scared, and nervous, and unsure of everything that will follow.
Trusting when it is time I will be ready to give myself over to birth a miracle, to loose myself + enter within.
Let me drop expectations of past birth experiences, of other people’s stories.
Let me free the wishes I am strongly gripping of how I’d like things to be.
Allow me to be carried.
Allow me to connect me with the fierce goddess that resides within + all the many who came before me.
Let me feel the flow + rhythm of the universe within while accessing my deep inner strength + softness.Post a comment
As I get closer to birth this third baby I have experienced waves of incredible overwhelm, followed by washes of peace. I am briefly settled even with the vast unknown + uncertainty of all that is to come hovering close, and then once the tangles smooth out, a whole other collection of anxieties beckon. And this continuous ebb + flow takes me for quite a ride.
I’m needing more and more time to land, to fall into myself, to nap, to be still, to listen, and mostly to trust.
I am not late in my arrival.
I am just on time
I am excited about the idea of open space, I practice biting just enough to satiate + fulfill me.
There is more time, more days : I need not cram it all in.
I move gracefully + thoughtfully.
I cherish what is in front of me.
Deep in my bones lies an infinite well of gratitude, which I tap into daily + which fuels how I move.
I see the world from possibility.
I see the world from a lens of kindness.
I share my spirit freely + generously, which fuels me.
I honor my creativity, my heartbeat, my rhythm, my family.
I tune into my joy + what is going to resonate deep within my heart.
And I ask for guidance in all it’s forms so I can remain receptive to all the nudges.Post a comment
Yesterday marked three years of living in our home.
I feel like I should apologize to it, as I spent the last week glaring at all its shortcomings. I think it was due to a vacation hangover. After returning from our two week trip to NY where I experienced so much joy + ease, beauty, time in nature, sweet company, beautiful home spaces, + nourishing food that the challenges from children + travel + all the feelings of being 7 months pregnant have already receded into the background.
When I returned home, I was grateful to be home, but also acutely aware of how our home lacked in comparison to the spaces I spent time in while away. I immediately wanted to implement new paint colors, textiles, rugs, wood floors, swinging porch seats, and outdoor benches – not to mention finally pay attention to our garden all within the second I returned.
This is a pattern, it happens when I return to our home with fresh eyes, and instead of seeing what is working I focus on what is wrong with everything. That is where my gaze landed and pulled me deep into suffering. This was all exasperated with being with the kids all the time, which offered me little space to recalibrate + space to process. It was exhausting.
Now, my drive to alter everything has softened. I even went to West Elm looking for rugs + benches + chairs, and walked away empty-handed, and now I am reminded with these words :
“[Home] suggests a nest where intimacy and belonging foster identity and individuality. When a place to belong is assured, the adventures of growth can begin with great promise… It stands for the sure center where individual life is shaped and from where it journeys forth. What it ultimately intends is that each of its individuals would develop the capacity to be at home in themselves.”
So to this dear home of ours :
Thank you :
Thank you for sheltering us, for keeping us warm + safe.
Thank you for being a palate where beauty + love are constantly expressed and forever evolving.
Thank you for room to grow in all it’s senses.
Thank you for the spaces you provide to gather, create + reflect.
Thank you for your flexibility + understanding of the messes that take a while to get cleaned up.
Thank you for being home to this family.
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There was a slow creep into summer, and then, wham, it hit and I felt the shift : s’mores, pool, full on rainbow sighting, camping in the backyard, ice-cream, sprinkler, gathering with friends, and trips planned + packing for.
Along with the longest day of light, illuminated an intense darkness, suffering, + a deep sense of grief churned up in this world. A lot to process, pray for, and the invitation to recognize the many blessings laid upon me + my world.
So here I am noticing noticing the abundance + refining what I was made for, and how I want to show up for this season.
I am made for prayer.
I am made for ease.
I am made for community.
I am made for delight.
I am made to move slowly.
I am made to notice.
I am made to release.
I am made to be generous.
I am made to live from my spirit.
I am made to create.
I am made to bask.
I am made to connect.
I am made to be here.
“That’s what I consider true generosity. You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.” – Simone de BeauvoirPost a comment
I am not argumentative. I am not able to clearly + succinctly state my case to persuade others to see it the same. I bawled incoherently while on the phone with my congressman. I am deeply sensitive + I feel immensely. This crisis of children being taken away from their families, feels as if my own children are being taken away from me, and I sob in agony and feel this collective heartache.
I am brought to tears as I help my children brush their teeth + wash their hands, and wonder who on earth is doing this for these innocent children. I’m praying there are angels close helping these children + parents. I’m praying that somehow these “leaders” will clearly see that there is no separation between them + us. We are all just looking for peace + happiness, and America used to be a place where people could come to pursue those rights. I am here only because my grandma immigrated here, and before that my great, great grandparents. That is the irony in all of this. I know it is multilayered, but I understand the core enough to know that what is happening is not right. I am stirring in grief.
May everyone only come out of this stronger and more determined than before. May a deep, needed, and necessary change + healing come from this incredible darkness, and may everyone’s pain be comforted somehow.
Feeling unsure of what to do and wanting to take action : I donated here.Post a comment
I am pregnant with my third child, and I went to Iceland. These two things informed each other, and made the whole trip possible in a way. I am working on elevating my perspective on what it means to be pregnant again + instead of feeling like everything is ending, it is only beginning, in an even more refined way.
With each child the stakes feel higher, times feel strained, freedom feels stolen. And yet motherhood is actually giving me the keys to unravel the deeper parts and layers of my heart. Without the restrictions of what I experience motherhood to be, I probably wouldn’t have found this current iteration of myself : complex, rich, and ever evolving.
So rather than seeing growing a family + nourishing it as hindrance, remind me this perceived limitation actually has the possibility to set me free – if I chose to see it that way. If I look for the ways it already has. If I view the breaking open + shifting of my being to literally create, birth, and nurture these lives : as a way to heal. A way to access the depths of me. Permission to step into the current version of me.
If I view it as a true privilege, one that I do not resent because I honor + arrange the structure of my life towards my desires and dreams. And if there are any hints of resentment I use it as information to redirect, to uncover, to locate the gold waiting to be released + expressed. Let me not fear how this new baby is going to be the catalyst for change. Instead let me ready myself, as if I was preparing for Christmas, or my birthday : a portal to receive magic, to be transfigured, to allow the contents fo my soul + life to improve.
Allow my view to soften about what feels “right” simple because it feels current, instead let me trust in the transition. Allow for excitement to permeate my being. Because while I will be ushering new life into this world, I will also be ushering new life and vitality into myself + my family. I am the conscious + confident creator of that + so much more. Let me stand embracing the beauty + magic of it now. The immense possibility that lies on the other side and let me be so clicked in to rejoice that all is possible. Willing to let go of previous notions + structures to allow for the next installment : refined + with miracles abound. Embracing the death that comes alongside birth.
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Over a year ago, my dear friend Michelle + I were dreaming of creating a space to honor mothers, children and families, through movement, yoga, + community. We scouted out spaces, drafted schedules, had endless conversations… but spaces fell through, and it never seemed to “click”.
We continued to host our offerings in our own way, and now we are in collaboration with Move It Studio in Lititz, PA – as a part of their Move It Family Program! A space to support families find peace within the chaos : in moving together and through prenatal barre, babe + me yoga, baby wearing barre, child + me yoga, family yoga, and MORE. Led by the tremendous visionary Marie Cleaves Rothacker.
This postnatal yoga offering was prompted from a deep place within my heart that felt the longing to be held in a space and connected to a community while navigating the demanding early stages of parenthood. Craving a real need of support, structure, and connection we are now offering just that, and what a tremendous gift that is.
See below for upcoming dates + share with anyone who might be interested.Post a comment
Fine tune me to the frequency of my children (my work) and my heart : simultaneously.
May I find continuous ways to honor them all.
May my receptors be sensitive to their needs and pleas.
May I effortlessly tend to to them and may I receive energy + focus in doing so.
May I be engaged in a thoughtful and creative dance : pulsing and delicately shifting form and tempo.
May I be that tuned in to know just what is needed.
May I create a delicate structure that keeps me tethered and elevated in each unfolding moment.
May my children (my work) + my heart sense this, and no matter how many times we have walked all over each other, may we find a new way. Confidently and courageously mapping new territory so the intelligence of our own hearts pierce through the surface and is clearly understood.Post a comment
I am not the woman I was before I had children, so I should not expect to behave + act like her. Although some habits she had seem dreamy and ideal right now, I don’t have the capacity to withhold them, or perhaps the desire. Maybe one day I will. But in this current season there are more demands on my time and energy, as I continuously navigate ways in which to make the best choices for myself and everyone involved.
I have to trust, if I could do better I would.
I have to trust in the wisdom of time unfolding.
I realize I also can monitor my thoughts for what they are : Truth? or Excuse?
Sometimes they both exist on a very fine line, blending into another. So, if I find myself following the path of an excuse, I have to trust that if I could have done better, chose differently, well – I would have.Post a comment