Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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The green season
The biggest blockage in learning and growing is blaming someone else for our discomfort, misfortune. We are dealt the cards we are dealt and we can play the game, adjust as we go, adapt, with courage and humility, with gratitude and poise. I have held my breath at times, often times, aware that my mood,…
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Comparison
I always believed that my self-sufficiency was rooted in my introversion. I didn’t need others to feel at ease, whole, happy. It may have had something to do with my dedication to God, no matter what, when I was 12. I had become aware of my complete and utter need for Him, based on everything…
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Honest look at my schedule
It’s so freeing to speak the truth. I got on a zoom call to meet a new friend and see if I could help her set up a few private screenings of a movie she produced. A mutual friend who is too kind and sees the very best in everyone, she connected us. I admit…
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Hospitality – in progress
I have worked on this topic for a long time. I’m re-polishing a talk fit a certain context. At some point I had two different directions, both valid and powerful. But my heart is on simplifying it. Too much information crowds the heart.
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Awkward
I trip over my words. My mind doesn’t work quite so smoothly. I misremembered a kid’s name as I talked to the mom, and when I’m called upon to share something I can hear crickets in my head. I must document this stage as I do think it’s temporary. This is not who I am.…
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Rachela
When someone talks to you,the world stops,and you listen so well.If the world doesn’t quiet down,you make it so,you silence it like Jesus silenced the storm.And you draw near,and there is no judgement.Just peace. Your self irony, and humility,your poise and humor,you pave the way to honest relationships. Fretting over wellbeing, safety, balance.Any seed of…
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Book reviews
I’ve been invited by three different venues to do a book launch with them. But I’m not yet recovered from my vulnerability hangover. This year I’d like to spend behind the scene, quiet, reflecting and pondering life. I knew my book is not for everyone, but I felt deeply that, for the few that I…
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About friendship
Showing upTo offer time.Making time.Showing up with vulnerability. Honest.Receptive. Curious. Practicing intelectual hospitality. Spiritual Hospitality.Friendliness. Midlife FriendshipsA group of islandsOur imediat thirst for connection filledWith family. We don’t even quite know or have time to observe what we want, what we like, what we need. Women. Mothers. A different species.Self reliant. Self suficient. Self confident.…
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Holding back
I have enjoyed the present,the gift of time,the fragrance and the taste of the ProvenceWith butter croissants and ice cream and cheeses We have had a lovely reset and I felt happyI rested my mind while my legs got tired exploring Even my kids who were so well behaved on this tripnoted that I was…
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Mundane Provence
Waking up to a quiet house,Every room full, but still asleep.I step slowly into the sun drenched kitchen,And I make coffee. Legs stretched on the kitchen day bedI sip the coffee and look towards the cypress trees shivering with joyBirds singing, bees dancing.This must be heaven. Women on a retreatHappy. Radiating. This lineup in Provencecould…
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Reset in Provence
Postponed joy. Delayed gratificationeventually embracing adventureAnd making buttery memoriesAnd savoring blasting contagious laughter. Livia, the ever generous hostWaiting for us with everything preparedAnticipating every detailAnd spoiling us with stories and croissants There is an intuitive dance in the kitchenWomen, mothers, serving each otherNone waiting to be served. And there is a feast of gratitudeand an…
