Well, maybe I’m not vintage cool, but my sewing machine certainly is! As I took it out to hem the chopped off sleeves of a shirt, I was thinking about the forty years I’ve had this little Genie. Continue reading
History
my Mom’s dreams
As we hit our teenage years, our Mom is around sometimes like an unwanted appendage weighing us down and sometimes like a crutch holding us up. We’ve all been there; “ohhhhh Mom, really??” and the phone calls “Mom……..it’s me…”.
It’s a hard transition from being a needy child to being a teenager and then to a young parent ourselves doing it our own way. And all along the way our Mom is there trying to fit into our ever changing outlook on what she should be for us. This isn’t a bad thing; it’s a natural progression. Maybe it’s also a natural progression to soften the edges and embrace her with respect and a deep connection as we age along with her, and to long for missed opportunities after it’s too late to take them.
I look at this picture of my Mom from very long ago and wonder what dreams she had. I never asked her. I never knew since we didn’t have much of a relationship beyond my childhood, and then not anywhere close to knowing what she dreamed of. I feel sad for that.
Ask your Mom what she dreams of. Then love her for her dreams.
perspective
I remember a conversation with a friend when I said “I just don’t know where I fit” and the response was “well, right here. That’s where”. This past few months since leaving the teams I was working with, it’s been a bit of a stress and pressure and an overwhelming feeling that I have to find a new “fit”.
Any time there’s a big change we struggle to find a place that doesn’t bind or pinch or slosh around like an overfilled wading pool. Maybe the fit is in our perspective of our here and now. Maybe it’s ok to step back and change perspective.
A walk in the Ancient Forest near my house is healing and inspiring. Offering a note to be taken that today is a tiny piece of everything; that it’s ok to just breathe and be.
smells like a wet dog in here
I flicked the light on at the top of the stairs and got about two steps down towards the basement before I yelled “the basement is flooded!”. And just to be sure I ran down and stood on the bottom step looking at stuff floating around in 5 inches of water. Continue reading
Happy International Women’s Day
Rather than patting myself on the back with a “you’ve come a long way, baby” superiority as I clicky click across the ballroom in my beautiful fuchsia high heels and black business suit, I want to ground myself with where I came from. With who I came from. I don’t look at the women who came before me as less than we are today just because they didn’t have the trappings we have. Quite the contrary, I admire them for the trails they blazed for me. So we need to step back from this notion that WE are the women who have made it. Continue reading
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