November 29, 2016
It’s interesting to think about the way things begin. Relationships. Physical Life. Projects. Jobs. Houses. Families. Where we came from and where we are now. Transition and progress are a genuine natural part of life. It takes us from point A to point B. Sometimes without us even realizing.
I’ve been struggling with writing and voicing how I’m feeling this past month – almost as if I was taking a thoughtful pause. Sometimes I’d feel the pressure to write or post a photograph, other times it would come naturally and I’d be able to sit down and write with ease. But what has been sitting my head for a while now is where things started. The desire to heal bodies.
November 19, 2016
We lost the little bit of childcare we did have. We had a whirlwind work trip that amounted in two travel days with no sleep. We’ve had visitors. We’ve had diaper rashes and yeast infections, elections and emotional hangovers. I’ve cried seeing Agatha in so much pain. And watched others crumble with what feels like defeat. And I know that isn’t even the start of it.
It’s 6am and I’ve tried to write this so many times. I don’t know if it’s the fact that the world is getting dark so early (does 4:30pm feel like 9pm to anyone else?) There is so much swirling around in my head. So many things I want to do, but haven’t been able to find the time to do.
November 7, 2016
I’ve written about this over and over and over again.
In my opinion, our bodies are magic.
Our minds and our bodies are so incredibly interconnected. One and the same through and through.
Yesterday was a hard day. A day full of time changes and teething and sleeplessness but also of being overtired or maybe just plain exhausted. At 7:00 pm I was cooking in the kitchen and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like every breath was just as shallow as the last one. Chest breathing. All of a sudden I felt like I had a fever and like I was getting a urinary tract infection. My body’s sign that things are not really flowing in the same direction inside.
October 21, 2016
There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow.
And for the most part we are FREE to go slow. But does that mean that we CHOOSE to go slow? Most of the time we don’t because it’s hard and because there’s lots to do. Always lots to do. In both a great way and in ways that pushes us. ( I so badly want to use the word challenge here but Jeff has let me in on a little secret – I use the word challenge a lot – too much maybe? If you have any other amazing words to express the feeling of being challenged please share them with me –