Everything changes

I'm surprised I actually have a moment to write. My 8 week old who had been sleeping very well started to change her patterns the past couple weeks as she's started to become much more alert - smiling tons, cooing, and trying her first attempts at rolling. My good napper only became a good napper if in the carrier and as soon as I put her down after she'd fall asleep she'd wake right back up. With summer now in full force, this has made for one hot mama and baby. Thankfully we have AC in the bedrooms so I'll pace back and forth there when the days are really hot. She also went from long naps to shorter ones, and waking a bit more at night to nurse. Two times instead of her one or none. With children you know this fact that everything changes, but when it happens, it's still such a shock. My two year old said to me the other day "I don't need a kiss" when I went to give him one and I know he's highly independent and self motivated already, and I laughed when he said it, but there was a part of me that said inside "already? he's only two!!!" As much as I know everything changes, and it's changing all the time right before our very eyes, it's still hard to accept that fact. I am reminded of one of my favorite authors Pema Chodron and how she says we're always trying to get ground under our feet, and that's the cause of our suffering. And it's true! As much as I know everything changes, I still don't want it to change. Well, my ego self so to speak doesn't want it to change. That's the part of me that's wrapped up in a big ole I and the attachment to that I and me always being the same, others around me too, the world at large. It doesn't want anything to change because it believes when it does, it will die. Yet we see when things change, we're still here. There's a larger force at work, our spirit, our soul. It's as fluid as water and it changes through the integration of life experiences. It adapts. And it recognizes that it cannot die. When I am feeling these moments of everything changing and I try to hold on, I simply become unhappy, grumpy. I was feeling this as I started to see Ada change from a newborn to a baby. Sure, she's still young but she's not that newborn I birthed in our bedroom just two months ago. I was realizing soon I'd be referring to my baby in months instead of weeks, and I felt how quickly time was passing. I became sad. I knew part of moving on was allowing the sadness to be felt - accepting where I was at - but also accepting the process of change, and seeing where that led me. It's led me to a few things. One, to enjoy her, my son, my husband, my life more. To practice gratitude. And to take a doula training! I knew after the transformative homebirth I had that something was coming but I didn't know what. I could tell in my meetings of moms in these two months Ada has been born that the Universe was trying to tell me something in how many of them were disappointed in their births, wanted a beautiful birth but didn't know how to get it. I felt it very important to begin to support and serve women like me, whose birth experiences were very important to them and they believed they deserved something beautiful! A doula training popped up happening in July in Somerville, so close I could walk to it AND I could bring Ada AND it was on a Monday which is Ian's day off so I'd have child care for Julian. I received the message loud and clear and signed up! I'm nervous and excited. I don't know where this is going to take me. I remember when beginning my yoga teaching journey seven years ago I had no idea where it would take me and it directly contributed to many friends and important events in my life including: teaching at some of the best studios around, my first trip to India, the birth of my son, meeting my husband, a second trip to India, and the birth of my daughter. All of this in seven years! Where will the next seven take me? I have to remind myself of this wonder when I am stuck in the daily grind and feeling overwhelmed at times, scared, confused. Things are always shifting. Simply listen! I was just thinking the other day how before my son was born I'd LIVE for summer... yoga and the beach every day, driving with the windows down my music loud, hot hot hot sun sun sun I loved it! Now... give me winter! Give me a cozy day inside with my kiddos to stay warm, slow down...give me AC and a shady tree in the summer and temps no higher than 80... I have a Moby tattoo on my right shoulder. I thought back then - I love Moby!!! Granted he's pretty cool, I like his music, but if I'm honest, I really got the tattoo cause I was infatuated with this summer fling of mine who had just been tattooed on his lower groin - ya know that spot girls love cause a fit guy is always really "cut" there? Haha. Well someday I'd love a huge back piece to turn that Moby tattoo into something else... though when I'm in the supermarket and someone taps me on the shoulder and says, I loved him in the 90's! it's fun. So it's time to quit being hard on ourselves. I'm hard on myself because my kid had a muffin for breakfast the other day, because I should be catching every single one of Ada's smiles when she's awake instead of trying to pay attention to what Julian is saying... I'm hard on myself because I should be paying attention to Julian in all his wonder and curiosity and not distracted because I haven't had a moment of self care, time to myself in weeks... I'm hard on myself because I should want to make love to my amazing husband who adores me and supports me but all I want is to be left alone ... I'm hard on myself because my body is slower to get back in shape and a chatturunga is the hardest thing ever these days... I'm hard on myself for many more reasons, every day. This is my pep talk, my reminder that everything changes, 5 years from now it will all be a memory, so it's time to live it, be grateful, accept where I'm at, and find self love and compassion. In a big way. Cause I need it!

Have you told a Mom lately she's doing a great job?

I'm about 10 hours in to my first solo venture with two kids. Ian is traveling to NYC on some business for an art show he's curating in August and will be back tomorrow late afternoon. We've had a great day! I dropped Ian off to teach his meditation class this morning, then took the kids to Target where I let Julian be out of the cart for a bit helping me push it around the store. This is as a first as anyone with a toddler knows - they love to run and to pick stuff off the shelves! He didn't run much, and when I told him to put stuff back, not much fuss. We went to our usual park this morning while Ian taught his meditation class. I can let Julian run free easily while nursing Ada. I know he's really comfortable at this park. Then we picked Ian up and all went to Davis Square to have some falafel lunch before dropping Ian off to the T. We came back home, and Julian had fallen asleep in the car. He luckily transferred easily upstairs for his nap. I took Ada out of the car first and walked her up our many stairs, then took Julian up - you get strong carrying a sleeping dead weight toddler up stairs! Of course since Ada slept the morning she woke up when Julian went to sleep, but I was ok with that. It was just nice to put my feet up on the couch, nurse her, and check out Drumlin Farm, a place I want our family to visit sometime soon. While doing so, I discovered an open position that looked great for Ian to apply to since he's done working on the farm come October. I even got a little snooze and when Julian woke around 3 we watched some Sid the Science Kid (really fun PBS show) and got ready to go to a new playground - the Hodgkins Curtin park near Davis Square. We were pulled over along the way for a brake light out, but no kids cried, and I didn't freak out and just got a warning to get it fixed. At the park, I was nervous about getting us all in as I was bringing a few of Julian's dump trucks because I knew one of the great things about this park was all the clean sand! We managed well - Ada in the carrier, and Julian holding my hand, and my other hand holding the dump trucks - diaper bag over my shoulder. Parking near the park helps. It was a lovely park! He played in the sand and I saw a Mom I had met at another park recently. She was telling me her son was in a horrible mood today - to excuse him - and I said we call it Mr. Grumps when Julian is in one over here. My Mom started it when she was visiting. The woman laughed, and said, yeah, sometimes you just gotta laugh it off. I thought how hard we are on ourselves as Moms. We think our kids should be in perfect behavior the entire time and we get frustrated and often embarrassed in public when they aren't. We forget they are just kids still learning to express their emotions and heck even talk for many at this toddler age! They aren't robots and neither are adults. It's a reminder I have to give myself when I am having a Mr. Grumps day as I often feel as an adult I should have it together all the time, as should everybody else. And we don't! My kids certainly give me more compassion for myself and others. I talked with another Mom there of three boys whose kids didn't look like a lot of the other kids there. They didn't look like the other kids in the sense they were dirtier, and less timid and more free in their play. She definitely seemed like more of a free range parent like I was talking about in another blog post - not hovering, letting her kids get dirty, letting the kids climb the slide or take their dirty dump truck onto the slide where other kids come down. I liked it. I think I had always thought that as you add more kids, one to two to three etc you need more rigid scheduling and authority but she did a great job of keeping her kids safe while letting them have freedom. She clearly knew her kids - in the sense of this one likes to run, this one needs to hang close, etc I find myself being more of this type of parent though sometimes I still get caught up in what others may think or what I should do or my own fear around letting go more when it comes to watching them. It's not to say a parent who schedules heavy or is constantly watching their kids is wrong. It's just that the behavior this Mom was showing with her three boys felt more at home with me and how I'd like my children to grow. I also chatted with a Mom of a three week old. She was at the park with her 3 year old daughter, and mom, and looked pretty bleary eyed, as I'd expect. First thing she said to me was - tell me - does it get any easier? I told her what I found exhausting having two, and what I enjoyed and we began to talk some more. She said how her three week old has the same digestive issues as the first one and she's up a lot of the night. Her three year old goes to bed late, and she's just exhausted to the point of crying. I told her I could relate on that exhaustion though I didn't have as high need of a newborn. We also swapped birth stories and she told me how she was induced with her first and had a c section because her daughter was positioned incorrectly and she couldn't push her out and how she ended up with a c section with the second because the baby was breech. Such stories which I've heard MANY lately send off warning bells in my head and continue to further my desire to be a doula (which is for another post) but I listened with an open heart and simply told her: "You're doing a great job" She smiled weakly, but seemed to appreciate it. How often do we tell a mother, you're doing a great job? If you are one of the lucky ones, you hear it often. But most of us, hardly to never. It doesn't mean we have bad spouses, partners, family, friends. It's simply that the role of a mother is taken for granted. The work that goes in day in and day out. I think it's taken for granted because many of us kick ass moms out there (and there are a lot of us!) we WANT to do this work. I know I do. I chose to have two kids, close in years, to not work currently, to be a FTM. Yet just because we want to do something, doesn't mean we don't need appreciation for it. And that goes for any of us out there! I used to think this wasn't the case, but my views have changed as I've grown wiser. I need to hear, I'm doing a great job as a mom and because I need to hear it, I'm going to make sure I voice it to other Moms out there. Sure, I need to toot my own horn too, but I also need support. And even if you aren't a Mom, you too need to toot your own horn and have support. I'm working on doing it for myself and other Moms, and I'm working on doing it for my husband and other friends and family too who are all doing hard work and want to feel appreciated. And there's a difference between wanting to feel appreciated and complaining. To complain, is to not really find gratitude for the hard work you are doing. With gratitude, comes acceptance and compassion for what may be challenging in what you love to do, and you can then offer the same acceptance and compassion to others. So to all the Moms, you're doing a great job! And please please, let other Moms know.

I'm done with pushing through Part 2: Getting to the heart of the matter

So tonight I was faced with the realization that it's not that I'm done pushing through - it's that I can't. I can't do it anymore. I'm six weeks in as a mother of two and the exhaustion of trying to essentially do it all and keep things the same has caught up to me. I've tried to make the transition as smooth as possible for Julian but to do so it involved me going back to putting him to bed and it expends a lot of my energy and time. Before Ada came along, I had this vision of Ian really being with the kids at night, and mama getting a break. Well, it hasn't been that way. I've been with the kids and on 24/7. Ian comes home and helps out but I've been the one to put Julian to bed, which some nights can take an hour or more. I've made it this way. As I sit hear and write this and listen to my son cry for me as Ian puts him to bed, I cry along with him. I am realizing many things. The birth of Ada in many ways is the loss of my baby. Julian has been my baby. And with being a single Mom for awhile, he and I have been particularly close and connected. Embracing Ada means letting go of my baby. I can't push through this knowledge anymore. I can't stuff it down, the feelings. It's expending all of my energy and leaving nothing left for my husband or me. I've been pushing through to protect him, to shelter him, in many ways living the life of a single mom again as a mom of two. I'm holding on to the pain I've felt around the loss of my relationship with his dad, the worry of how it affects him, of who he will be. My son is now a little boy and growing up and moving into a new phase of life. Julian is just two years 3 months but he is so independent. The kid could probably go to a 5 day a week almost full day school and do just fine. He'd say "bye mom, see ya later!" He seems three already to me in much of what he does and how he speaks. My heart breaks again at the loss of my baby as it embraces the boy he's becoming. I think this happens again and again. It did the first time when he turned a year, when I stopped nursing him, and now with the birth of Ada. I fear losing him but know he's not lost. All of this is a part of growing, of changing, of moving on. It's so hard though. And I'll have to do it all over again with Ada. She's been sleeping in our bed and transition to her crib will be the start of it. I don't think I am alone in feeling this way. I don't expect it to get easier. It's a part of being a parent and the acknowledgment of it what fosters the most individual growth. But tonight my heart breaks. But

I'm done with pushing through

Do you know I've been writing this blog for 4 years? Some years more consistently than others. I have a tendency to slack in my writing when things are so called "good" and only write when things are "bad" Right now I don't think things are good or bad. There are days I'm truly happy and blissed out. And there are days I struggle and wake up feeling like I'm recovering from a hangover except the hangover is my LIFE. I find that most days there's a wave of emotions and I go from frustrated to confident to vulnerable to cold to happy to sad all in the span of the day. Hey, isn't that what they call bipolar? I was telling my husband that in many ways I think most of us exhibit these highs and lows but are grounded enough to ride them. I'm riding them! And those of in the midst of parenthood experience them more frequently, and I'll chalk it up to the simple fact that we are sleep deprived and exhausted, and often not realizing how much so, since we as human beings are incredibly resilient and can push through most things. But is this healthy - this pushing through? This staying the course so to speak? There was a time I would say YES it's what makes us STRONG. I'm not so sure anymore, as someone who's done it for many years, and still gets caught up in it. I try to avoid the news as much as possible but today I happened to glance at a story a friend shared on facebook. Well, this story was about a father who left his 22 month old son in a hot car in Atlanta accidentally. He was supposed to take the child to daycare on his way to work. He forgot, child was left in his car, he came out 8 hours later, realized shortly thereafter what had happened while driving, pulled over and tried to revive his child, completely distraught, but it was too late. He kept saying "what have i done what have i done" My heart breaks for this man. He will judge himself, many of us out there would judge him too, saying how could he do such a thing? Honestly, any of us who are parents if we are honest, would say I think, it could happen to me too. The exhaustion a parent feels with a young child is off the charts. Add to that daily living and all the things that supposedly need to get done - work, dinner, laundry, cleaning, picking or dropping kids off, etc etc and a person is overwhelmed, stressed out, and not present in their lives one bit. Or very little. This father loved his child, I am sure. I can picture it, a busy morning like we had here. This wasn't exactly our morning today but it has been. Just imagine this: 2 year old wakes up several times throughout the night, crying, seeming to have a bad dream though he can't tell you for sure. You bring him into bed which houses you, your spouse and your newborn, six weeks. Two year old wiggles like crazy making it impossible to sleep. Wife is up nursing the newborn so (dad) head out to the couch to get some rest, but the couch isn't that comfortable. Your two year old comes out around 5am saying daddy daddy let's play and you are half asleep wanting coffee but you didn't' get it ready night before and your wife is probably too busy with the baby to make it. You play with your two year old, while slowing waking up, realizing you better get in the shower soon so you can get out of the house by 7 to beat some of the traffic for your hour commute. You say hi to your wife who's coming out bleary eyed holding the newborn while struggling to make your son breakfast with one hand. The two year old is screaming he wants oatmeal but we don't have any so your wife is asking what other options he wants and he rejects every one while jumping up and down. The newborn starts to cry. You take a quick shower because your two year old is pounding on the door and as you get ready to leave the two year old throws his oatmeal on the floor, and some gets on your pants. Time to change and now you know that hour commute just go to an hour an a half. You rush out the door with no breakfast, no kiss for your wife, saying have a good day.. and your wife says don't you remember? you are bringing tommy to daycare today. You say yeah, sure sure, I forgot I gotta print something out I need to bring to work. Presentation today. Can you put him in the car? Your wife glares at your, hands you the baby and says think you could say hi to your daughter before you go? with tears in her eyes.. and she gets the two year old ready. You print what you need, wife is back and you zoom out the door handing her the baby. See ya later. You hop in the car (the two year old fell back asleep, perhaps since he was up at 5?) and you are off, turning on the radio to that heavy metal you can only listen to in the car anymore, remembering what it was like to be young and free. The hour commute turns into an hour and a half and you pull, in, rush into the office, cause you are late for that presentation. Do your socks match? you think.... So this is fiction what I wrote, but honestly, some mornings are an absolute shit show in our house. None of it excuses forgetting your child. But it's more the society we live in, the values it teaches, that contributes to this than human forgetfulness. Imagine if this man lived in a society that valued family? that valued slowing down, keeping a pace that was more conducive to being present to where you are at, to what is around you, to the most important people in your life - your kids, your spouse, your family etc This society is too plugged in. We are constantly being told more more more. And we are resilient, we are good worker bees - we keep on, keeping on. Why? If we listen closely, we may hear it's time to slow down. If we look at our physical selves we may see illness and disease, and still we don't listen to slow down. We schedule our kids into a zillion activities, day camp all summer. We worry what our bosses will think if we leave even 30 min early to see our kids in school play or heck just to beat traffic and be able to sit down to dinner with our family and not feel like we are rushing through. We feel guilty to want to stop, to pause, to go at our own pace. Who makes these rules that we have to push through, go go go? WE DO. Yes society keeps this pace but WE created this society. And I think most of us deep down would rather have something different. So we need to be the change, each of us, in our daily lives. We make choices daily that equate to pushing through, slowing down, recognizing our need to stop, recognizing we are completely and utterly exhausted. And done. Where are you pushing in your life? How do you justify it? Where can you find ease? I explore this daily as a Mom of two. This morning when Julian went to the neighbors I thought of all the things I should be doing but instead I just nursed Ada, sat and made smiles and faces at her and took a short nap, cause that is what I really wanted to be doing. And this afternoon when Julian went for his nap I came out here to write because I said I needed to for my own sanity and something is better than nothing. Even if no one reads this, I've voiced what I need to say, what often lies sleeping inside while I go through the daily caring of my children, supporting of my husband, in many ways the neglecting of my own needs. If anything, this blog is a way to address those needs, and then I can move on from there. This blog is a way for me to be honest with myself, to see my exhaustion is building, and that I too could have a breakdown. So I pause. I stop. I cry with Julian as he cries and he says are you frustrated I say yes, he gives me a hug. In many ways, my children are the ones I cry with, my children are the ones that see me trying to push through and just unable to do it. My children help me to give myself a break. They are with me. They see the journey. They are my saving graces.

We all want to be heard

This morning I woke up with that feeling of just UGH. The exhaustion of a month of a mom of two hit me yesterday like a ton of bricks. And after much crying, arguing, talking it out with my husband, I went to bed and woke up feeling like I'd just been through a storm. Not the greatest way to start the day, and so exhausted and thinking how can I do another day of this? Thankfully Julian was being watched by the neighbor for a few hours and Ada is taking her long morning nap she's been doing most days. It's been a month of Ada here and I was talking to Ian recently how quickly I feel back to my "old" self. With Julian, I didn't feel that till about 5 or 6 months, which was when me and his dad broke up. I dont' expect such drastic change this time around. Yet I can feel something is shifting as I learn from Ada, as I learn from this experience of a mother of two. How can it not? I'm not quite sure where it's bringing me, but I can see the lessons I'm learning are ones I haven't learned yet. So they keep coming up. I can only imagine that as I learn them then I will know where I'm ending up, what this new self may look like. Ian was sharing last night how he's frustrated that on his days off we just can't take off for a whole day because Julian or Ada are napping or we are running errands, etc. Now it's not that we can't take off - we could - but Julian naps for about 2 to 3 hours mid day and if he doesn't get that nap he's a total crankster the rest of the day and frankly, if I don't get some of that nap, or these days just a few moments of QUIET time, I am a total crankster too. Well anyway, Ian voiced this and it triggered something in me something fierce. I said things like - well, what do you want me to do? Not give him his nap? Keep the baby out all day? Are you saying you don't like the ordinary, our regular routine? Do you want to be somewhere else? And he told me he was just looking to be heard. He didn't want me to fix anything. He just wanted to be heard. In that moment, I realized I just wanted to be heard too. I realized I resort to fixing when I am in need, when I need to be heard, when I am not taking care of myself. And then came the tears. And I realized suddenly how very exhausted I was. A friend of mine messaged me on facebook and said she was thinking of me as a Mom of two and mentioned her second baby was just as difficult as her first. High needs. And she said Cheers to Moms who are up all night. I have a feeling she too was looking to be heard and I replied in a way that was perhaps a tirade - a wave of emotion, listing my ups and downs, and in a way, making it about me. Couldn't I find compassion and just hear her even if my experience is a bit different? Just say, I hear you Mama, that's rough. I am not up all night usually with my newborn. Ada is in fact a great sleeper. Long nap in the morning, long nap in the afternoon, to bed by 930 or so, and I'm up once to nurse her usually before she wakes to nurse around 5. Now her brother, my two year old, to bed by 8 or 9, if I'm lucky sleeps till 5 without waking, or on a not so good night, up once asking for mama but usually a quick hug and rock gets him back to bed. Anyway, I may not be up all night, but I am still exhausted. It's really the combo of the newborn/toddler as this mama friend of mine has said. I find that when I am taking care of myself well I don't need to be heard as much. Or rather I'm clearer on making my needs known as they come up, at letting my feelings and voice be heard. Now when I am exhausted and lacking time to myself and self care as I am now, I need to be heard but I'm not clear on that. I get so exhausted it's so much easier to just be silent when I have a moment, or go to sleep and frankly I am exhausted at times to the point I don't know where I'd even begin to be heard. I haven't had enough time to myself or stillness or quiet to formulate that. My days are filled with endless toddler chatter or baby coos and cries - no time to be inside my own head my own thoughts. So clearly I need some more time. I'm thinking of going back to taking yoga classes soon. I know I need to but I'm conflicted as it's so hard to leave. It became easy for awhile as Julian Ian and I settled into a groove. Then I became pregnant and I knew life was going to change soon so it became harder to leave Julian but with Ian's help in India he did a lot of things just he and Julian and I had time to myself, to be in my space. Then we came back and Julian's behavior changed as he knew something was changing - a baby was coming - so I felt compelled to take less time for myself. And frankly being that pregnant I just wanted to be home. Now Ada is here and I'm torn with time with them as they are growing up so fast and my days are filled with the pain and joy of seeing this. And wanting time with my husband as that time is rare these days but knowing without time for myself I can barely look at him, or listen to him, or truly hold space for him. So yes, I want to be heard too. I want to be a woman and a mother who can vocalize my needs and feelings without yelling or screaming or crying or lashing out but in a way in which I know I am deserving of being heard. I want to practice self care so that I can hear my husband and meet his needs, I can hear my children and meet their needs. For me at least, self care is a way to hear an inner child that hasn't been heard or had its needs met. That's a post for another day, but I've noticed mothering brings out that voice of my inner child as I see childhood through my children's eyes and become aware of what I missed in my own. Mothering is certainly one of the most powerful and profound ways to hear a voice that has perhaps been silent for some time. I find myself recollecting things I haven't remembered in decades from my childhood and even doing things I did as a child I hadn't done in ages and remembering I loved them - cartwheels anyone? I even sang new kids on the block the other day... the right stuff! I am hearing that inner child and feeling her feelings, and frankly she has a lot to say! Till next time....

Free Range Parenting

Have you heard this term lately, free range parenting? I laugh every time I hear it because it makes me think of a bunch of half chicken half kids running around. Some examples include not hovering over your toddler at the playground, letting your first grader walk to the corner store alone, letting your kids play outside alone, letting your kids walk to school, or cook unsupervised or with minimal supervision, or leaving your kids in the car while you run into Starbucks, the bank - a quick errand. I read an excellent article on this subject by a woman who left her 4 year old son in the car for about 5 min when she went to run an errand and the legal drama that ensued for her as a result. Check it out here: http://www.salon.com/2014/06/03/the_day_i_left_my_son_in_the_car/ Some quotes I took away from it: "We live in a society where most people believe a child can not be out of your sight for one second, where people think children need constant, total adult supervision. This shift is not rooted in fact. It's not rooted in any true change. It's imaginary. It's rooted in irrational fear." And "... too much information - parenting books, birthing classes, a gazillion blogs and parenting sites and magazine... I think all the info, all the conflicting extreme philosophies of parenting (attachment vs. cry it out, etc) makes us NOT trust ourselves." And one more "I worry what other parents will think if I hang back on the bench, reading a book, while my kids are playing at the park... And so I accompany when I don't need to. I supervise and hover and interfere. And at least half of the other parents are probably doing the same. This is America and parenting is now a competitive sport, just like everything else." What has happened? I think all of us who are parents currently with young ones - those of us in our 30's in particular - can remember playing unsupervised a lot when younger. My brother and I were always running around in our backyard and surrounding woods without our parents. I rode my bike down the road to my friends house about a mile away and in the surrounding development without a helmet all the time. My brother and I rode in the back of our parents Izuzu trooper with no seat belts often. The list goes on and on. I would say that I am a free range parent without really knowing I was. I remember when Julian was a baby and I was alone for a week with him while his Dad was traveling. I was living in Watertown and really wanted some sushi from this place down the street. Breastfeeding makes you ravenous as you mamas know, and I needed some protein! I ordered it, but I had to pick it up. No delivery. I drove there, he fell asleep in the car and I did not want to move his car seat for fear of waking him. And I knew I'd only be a few min picking it up. So... I left him in the car. I don't think I've ever told anyone about this because I was ashamed thinking I was doing something wrong, but honestly, it felt like it was the ok thing to do in the situation. That was the only time I did it. I don't regret it. In our home, I never childproofed anything. This doesn't mean I leave knives out for him to play with, or chemicals handy or things to tip over on him, but it does mean there have never been any baby gates, even when I knew my son could open the door to our front stairs. There's never been anything over our outlets. I've never locked cupboards. My kids have free range of the house. My eyes and ears are open but I am not always in the same room or if he wanders I don't follow. I trust him to know the rules of our home and I trust myself to know if I have left anything out I shouldn't have. I've even left him alone with his new sister for a few moments as I start to trust he understands the need to be gentle. At the playground, I am not on top of my toddler. I let him roam free for the most part unless it's something he's climbing on that's a bit big for him. I would agree with the author that we live in a world of irrational fear. It is a result of too much information. I have felt it, before children and yes it's been stronger with kids. So what do I do.. I don't read a damn thing. I turn off the news. Nowadays, facebook too. All of this helps me to trust myself, and more importantly trust and know my children better. To know when they are ready for something, or not. The truth is I can't control all of the thousand things I could think about that could happen to me or them. I am in control of very little, truth be told. This is scary as Julian gets more and more bold and strong. I cringe as he jumps and climbs just wondering if we will have a hospital trip for broken bones or stitches. We had a moment while in India where he fell on the playground and we had to bring him to the hospital because the cut looked bad on his chin. We survived it, he survived it. It's hard to know I can't control them getting hurt, and for me even more so when it comes to emotionally getting hurt. I think of our older cat Kubie and Julian having to experience his loss someday, or worse the loss of a loved one. I think of Julian's friend Will who lives downstairs. Julian sees him often during the week and Will will be moving in about a year when his Dad graduates grad school. How will Julian take losing the bond he's had with his friend? I think of the first time his heart will be broken. Or when he finds out there is no Santa Clause - that devastated me. These things hurt my heart more than any physical harm, though of course the thought of a broken bone or a stitch hurts too. Even though I know it will hurt to see him in pain, I don't try to prevent any of it. In many ways, it may hurt us, the parents, more than him. Kids are fairly resilient. We as parents bring these children into the world and realize we are the most vulnerable we've ever been in our lives. And then at the same time, we realize there's nothing we can do to control their suffering. What a moment! Parenthood is painful, no doubt. But it's beautiful and joyful. If we can embrace that vulnerability, we become whole again, through them. This issue of trusting ourselves... again too much information out there. Too many distractions. Trusting oneself comes from truly being quiet, silent, and in that silence and stillness, then we know. We sit long enough and we know our strength. We connect to intuition. When I was planning a HBAC, I read one book my midwife recommended to me on healing trauma from birth, and that was it. I didn't read any other books, attend any other classes. With my midwife's help, I trusted in my ability to birth my baby at home. And I did! The worrying what other parents, other people think - that's been a struggle of mine. Even as a second time Mom, when I show up to the park and my baby is in short sleeves and no socks cause I know she runs warm while all the other babies are bundled up, I judge myself for a moment. Should I be doing something differently? At the same park, when I lose sight of my toddler for awhile cause I'm sitting with other Moms enjoying our newborns and then I see him with the older kids getting himself soaked in the water fountain and drinking dirty water from the water fountain, I think, does someone think I'm a bad mother? The thing is - I'm a damn good mother, and so are all of you! My kids are fed, clothed, listened to, and loved every day. I have to pee but I sit down to play 10 more min of trucks. I am starving but I feed my babies first. I am exhausted but I do my best to listen anyway. So free range parenting or not, lets drop the labels and support one other as the excellent mothers we are.

A New Direction

It's a rainy Thursday afternoon. Julian, my son is downstairs playing at the neighbors. Ada, my one month old (today!) is sleeping with a cold, poor thing. I'm here writing to you, instead of watching Netflix, going through Facebook, cleaning the house, or a gazillion other things I could do. Having children has made me realize the preciousness of time, and how it's spent. I started to understand this with Julian, it became clearer during our three month trip to India, and now with the birth of Ada, it's smacking me in the face daily. Time is precious. We think we have so much of it, but we don't. My kids are growing so fast - yes even Ada - how is it possible a little over a month ago I was very pregnant awaiting her arrival and today she is a month, looking so different already than the newborn I gave birth to? I've noticed how easy it is for me to waste time - to rush to get things done, like cooking, or laundry or whatever so that I can "have time" to do something else, like enjoy my kids, and then the day is gone. Isn't that funny? Rushing through activities, barely present with them so we can "have time" and then when we finally "have time" we are too tired or the time has passed. I keep saying soon I will do something nice for my husband, Ian, he's so great to me and such a good father and how did I get this lucky... only to have the days and weeks go by and then it's a birthday or a holiday to remind me to do something special . I say today, I'm going to take care of myself, do some home yoga practice, try to cook that new healthy dish, and again a week goes by before it happens. Granted, I am quite busy. Sometimes I just can't get to it, with two kids to care for. But honestly, if I managed my time better, I could get to a lot. Or at least I'd have my choice of what to get to, what to do. This period for me, since I stopped teaching yoga last November has been the longest I've gone without working... um ever! I've always been someone who felt the need to DO. To accomplish. I've realized in this space of not doing for 6 months that one, I'm still doing a lot, and two, the need to DO was more centered on what others would think of me if I did do NOT, so to speak. And truly my judgment of myself if I was not doing. I was thinking the other day how I would love to get my second sleeve, my other arm tattooed and a voice goes, how can you do that? You aren't working or earning an income right now. And honestly I'm not sure when I will. I told Ian I wanted to just be a Mom for awhile (as if there is such a thing - to JUST be a Mom) and he supports me fully on that. I think the piece that has kept me from fully embracing it is that one, deep down I don't believe I deserve all this - that I can this blessed to have a loving and supportive husband, kind I only dreamed of, and two amazing gorgeous kids, and a lovely community to be a part of and share in - yeah Somerville! - and to just enjoy it all. People will tell me that's so silly... how can you believe that? But what can you do... we all often have these long held beliefs that however silly or whoever tells us it shouldn't be there... fact is, it's there. And for me it's coming up so strong these days as I lead the life I've only dreamed of, but not always fully in it, fully enjoying it. So I'm being JUST a Mom, knowing Ian will not be working on the farm come October (he's been working on an organic farm since May) and wondering what our lives will look like then. Living on the edge, but honestly, it's the only place to be these days for me. I tried to have that safety net underneath me and it never worked. And living the other way, on the edge so to speak, has left me the most alive, the most happy, able to have the life I want... so shouldn't I trust it will all work out? Back to this new direction... I was thinking as I ponder self care, self compassion and love and what I may want to do for paying work if I need or want to be earning again... and the best thing I could come up to address all of these is to write. I wrote from as long as I can remember. Journals at 8, 9, 10... first poem at 11... so I'm changing this blog to be about motherhood, and life. That's where I resonate these days. Happy reading!

Ada Grace, May 5, 2014

Here I write you, a woman who has conceived, grown and delivered two babies into the world. The journey of bringing them into the world was vastly different. One is neither good nor bad. I am grateful for both births, both my children, both the life experiences that got me here, today, the mother of Julian James, a little over two, and Ada Grace, a month on June 5. Julian's birth in many ways was everything I didn't want. Not Julian of course - I couldn't wait to hold him in my arms. His birth and everything that followed was painful, turned my life upside down, shook me to my core. Ada's birth was everything I could possibly want and envision in a birth and has completed a circle so to speak. She is half sister to Julian, and to Ananda, my step son. She is a part of me, of Ian, of Julian, of Ananda. She completes a painful and at the same time joyful and healing journey to get here. So let me tell you about my amazing HBAC - homebirth after Cesarean section. Sunday May 4 I was 41 weeks 4 days. We met with our midwife that day, Barbara, even though we weren't due to see her until 42 weeks because I was feeling anxious, the more and more I was past due. So many emotions were coming up for me once we hit 40 weeks and went past. With Julian, things were great till 40 weeks. Then as we went late, blood pressure fluctuated, getting a bit high, and I became scared of induction. I tried many things with Julian to get him to come - cohosh, walking every day, acupuncture, etc. I was induced with him at 41 weeks, 4 days. This time around with Ada once past 40 weeks my BP was perfect. I let my vulnerability show, my tears come, my emotions run high to low and back again daily. I told myself I could try some things if I wanted but as my midwife reminded me constantly, I didn't have to do anything. I DIDN'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING. That was and is the biggest lesson I've been taught by Ada thus far. As someone who's always felt the need to DO, she is showing me that in doing I lose my vulnerability and become hardened. In being, in allowing, I become softened. I told myself my body knew what to do, as did my baby. Baby would come when ready. So when we met at 41 weeks, 4 days my midwife shared the risks of going past due, and gave us a form we could sign at 42 weeks indicating we on board to continue with pregnancy as planned - homebirth, staying the course, no induction as long as baby and me were healthy. Another thing she told me at this visit was that if I did decide to be induced at a hospital, it was likely the hospital wouldn't let me try for a VBAC since I was almost 42 weeks and instead do a repeat c section. That solidified my surrender, I believe. I knew then I was staying the course if baby and I were healthy, whether it be 42 weeks or 44. I felt at peace after she left. I went to restorative yoga that night at Bow Street Yoga, the studio I felt the most supported at this late in my pregnancy through their restorative and yin classes, and small intimate studio environment. My husband stayed home with my son, Mom who had been in town for about 3 weeks helping us get ready (and assuming Ada would be here by now!) and my husbands father and stepmother who were visiting from CA - also perhaps expecting baby to have arrived! I came home feeling very relaxed and to quite a meal that my husbands stepmother had cooked - mussels in butter and garlic, delicious chicken and fresh salad... I was quite hungry for the protein so I ate a decent amount. We ate on our porch, had a little wine, and shared conversation. I was feeling a bit crampy physically but nothing any different than what I had been experiencing in the last couple weeks. I put Julian to bed, and by the time I got done my husbands stepmom and father had left for their hotel, Ian and my Mom had cleaned up. My mom was a bit sad as she had to leave tomorrow and had hoped to be here for the baby's birth. She would be back in a couple weeks but sad to miss the baby being born. As I lay down for bed and to cuddle with my husband, I noticed I wasn't feeling very well. I had nausea, chills and crampiness, along with diarrhea. I attributed it to the dinner - perhaps the seafood I never eat or the wine? I soon noticed the crampiness was turning into contractions that would begin at my low back and circle around to my pelvis. They felt different, a bit stronger - I could certainly talk through them but I couldn't ignore them either. I told Ian maybe this was early labor, but I wasn't sure. I decided to try and get some sleep. Sleeping was tough. The contractions were not stopping - had been going since about 11pm. I still wasn't convinced I was in labor. About a week previous, when we were picking up cohosh from a friend of Ian's and going to the grocery store, I had contractions that lasted about a couple hours, and then went away. I had my hopes up then, and was disappointed, so certainly wasn't going to get my hopes up now! About 3 or 4 am, I was up again with diarrhea and finding it increasingly difficult to sleep. I decided to time the contractions and they were about 8 to 9 min apart. I was starting to get excited but knew this could take some time, so best to try to rest. I lay down and tried to sleep. When Julian woke around 6am, I got up, and told my Mom I thought I was in early labor. She was of course ecstatic and said she'd call my Dad a little later to let him know she's not leaving today. I continued to time the contractions and noticed they had slowed down a bit, 12 to 15 min apart. I was disappointed and feeling down. Losing sleep over nothing? I tried to remind myself even if it didn't lead to a baby being born today, my body was getting ready! Ian woke and I had some breakfast - I was hungry - and started to go about our day. I called my midwife and she said sounds like early labor, and to call her when contractions were about 5 min apart. The contractions were still coming but were spaced out a bit. It was a beautiful morning so Ian Julian and I decided to go for a walk. I remember Julian was wearing his red sox baseball hat and looking so cute. We walked down our block, crossed the street and returned. Julian was walking so we took our time. I noticed the contractions started to pick up again in intensity. I think I had thought walking could get labor started... now I don't know if that's true, but while in labor, it definitely seems to get things moving! We spent the rest of the day just doing our usual stuff, and Ian's Dad and stepmom came over to cook a lasagna for dinner later. They all said I probably wasn't going to be eating it, but I think I was still in disbelief I was in actual labor and going to see my baby soon! I hung out on the porch a lot, breathing through each contraction, just trying to rest, playing with Julian, enjoying the beautiful day and the smells of food being cooked in our home. I even put Julian down for his nap around noontime reading Go Dog Go despite my contractions being a little more intense. I would pause to breath through them and he would say what you doing mama and I'd tell him I was having a contraction. He went to sleep, I thought it would be good to try and sleep, but was feeling hungry and antsy so got up to have some yogurt. I was starting to get the sense this was the real deal and I wouldn't be hungry again soon. I was also drinking a lot of coconut water to stay hydrated. By this time, contractions had been going on for about 13 hours. I went back to the porch and found myself needing to be on hands and knees more. I timed my contractions and they were now going between 5 min and 7 min apart. Ian kept saying to call our midwife but I was like let's wait till they are 5 min apart for an hour. He insisted we call her. I didn't want to call her too early. He called, she asked how I was doing, said everything sounds good, let me know when they are 5 min consistently. Around when Julian woke from his nap, contractions were now going from 5min to 3min apart. We called our midwife and she said she was on our way. We also called a fellow mom and homebirther who offered to photograph our birth. Julian was going to his Dad's for the night, which worked out perfectly, because right around when he left at 5pm active labor was definitely beginning. I could no longer talk through contractions. In between I was smiling, chatting, but during, I was focused. I was on hands and knees on the porch with Ian putting pressure on my sacrum. Midwife arrived and began to get things set up as she needed, leaving us to ourselves, unless we needed her. I found during this time things were getting intense, but I was handling it with breath, and Ian's help. Our photographer arrived and I thought let's try for one more walk as it was getting close to 6 and I knew soon enough it would be dark and if I wanted to get outside, it would be harder. We stepped outside and I literally made it down the steps, and said oh no, this walk ain't happening, and we went back up the driveway. We stayed outside for a bit, getting some fresh air. We made it back in and I wanted to go in the bathroom sometime around this point. There is something about laboring on the toilet that is calming to me! I went in with Ian and began to cry. My midwife knocked and asked if she could come in. I said ok and I said things are starting to get intense. Is the tub ready? I had asked them to get the birthing tub ready sometime while laboring on the porch. The tub was about ready. We asked everyone but Ian, I and my midwife to be in the room with the tub. My midwife called her other two midwifes to come assist at this point. This is where I really lost touch of who was around me. The contractions were intense and required all of my focus! The tub felt amazing when I first stepped in. The water on my sacrum which was experiencing a lot of pressure at this point. I wasn't checked for dilation at anytime during my labor which was so welcome, but I would say this time is the time I was probably dilating the last 3 or 4 cm. Transition, as they call it. I had experienced up to 5 or 6 cm with Julian naturally, no medication, and where I was at in the tub felt more intense. I started to get very vocal. I had told my Mom I didn't think I'd be very vocal as I'm not a loud person or boisterous person, but man, the sounds that came out of me during this time, were downright primal! Transition is no joke. It's the shortest part of labor but feels the longest. Just like when I ran a marathon - the last 6 miles are the shortest part of the marathon but are a real bitch! I thought about our neighbors downstairs or those around me for like two seconds when vocalizing - I truly didn't' care! I was in the zone. I was finding it near impossible to breathe through these contractions as they were one on top of the other and longer in duration. The pressure on my sacrum and pelvis was excruciating as the baby's head made its final descent. I felt nauseous, delirious. It seemed like it would never end. There were moments I'd get a break in between contractions and I'd rest my head on the edge of the tub and I think fall asleep. I felt at peace, filled with serenity and quiet. And then I'd be gripped by another one. My midwife was a huge support during this time, as was Ian. I was holding my midwifes hands a lot and leaning into her from the edge of the tub and Ian was either rubbing my back or simply there, which was more than enough. I was crying at times. I felt defeated, as it seemed like the baby's head would never crown. My midwife kept saying You are doing it, when I'd tell her I can't do this! I thought for sure I'd end up back at the hospital with a c section or something worse. Ian says I started to say I am doing it, though I don't remember. I felt such a strong urge to push at this point and my midwife said I could start to bear down. Well, I did, and each time it felt like I was pushing the baby out but I think I was simply helping to dilate more. My midwife said I could try and feel the head and when I put my fingers inside, I could feel the head. The baby hadn't crowned but I was close! I was feeling quite exhausted and just wanting it to stop. Around this time my midwife suggested I get out of the tub and the thought of moving was damn near impossible but I had the feeling she was right. I had been feeling for awhile I needed to move but couldn't formulate the words in my pain and exhaustion. I had been in the tub for about 2 hours so it was close to 830pm. I had been laboring for 21 hours. They started to help me move and that transition started some intense contractions. They moved me to the bedroom and I got onto the bed on hands and knees for a bit. They suggested I lay on my back to help baby crown and the thought of it seemed impossible but I knew they knew what they were doing and hadn't failed me yet. So I lay down and pulled my knees in and baby started to crown pretty soon after. The ring of fire they talk about is no joke. Such an intense stretching feeling in my vagina! They gave me a mirror to look and I was amazed - there was the head! It didn't look like anything I thought the head would look like. It was pretty bloody, and kinda pointed, which I guess is the skull plates overlapping so baby's head can fit through. I knew we were close though, and that was enough. They suggested the birthing stool and I said sure. I sat on that stool and in no time at all, one maybe two pushes the head came out, and BOOM her body slid out right after. It was quick! The effect of gravity I suppose. Midwifes caught her and gave her to me and I was in amazement. I did it! Here was my baby! At 952pm after almost 24 hours of labor, about an hour of pushing, all natural. We were taking it all in not knowing boy or girl yet, while people outside the bedroom door said is it a boy, a girl? Finally I held her up and said, I think it's a girl! Ada Grace. She was here! She was sounding a bit stuffy/sticky in her lungs which made them a little concerned but said because she came out so quick after her head came, it was a bit of a shock to her. She went on me skin to skin immediately to warm her up, and after about 5 or 10 min clearing out some fluid, she nursed like a champ. We lay there, with daddy next to us, in my own bedroom, in my home - I couldn't believe I had just birthed a baby in my bedroom - with her cord still attached for quite some time. The placenta came out quickly and sat in a bowl next to me. The placenta was HUGE! With such a thick cord. What an amazing thing to have grown and nourished my baby. And Ada - to have grown her from the size of a poppy seed! A pregnancy with not a single ultrasound, no testing, 3 months in India with no check ups... and here she was PERFECT in every way. They checked to see if I tore and were amazed my perineum was intact, just a small tear on my labia which took 3 or 4 stitches. It's been a month and that day is fading as the days flow into one other as a mommy of two but I am so grateful for my memories, and the photos as well. It was a day that was perfect in every way. I told Ian it reminds me of our wedding day - a day that was perfect in every way. To have such days, what blessings.

Grieving is a part of transitioning

It's been almost two weeks since we've been back from India. For those of you who don't know, my husband, son and I spent three months in India, most of that time in one place, simply living. In some ways it feels like we were just there, and in other ways we feel further away, and more settled here. The integration period has been tough, especially for Julian and myself. It showed up at first as physical ailments - yeast infection for me, sleep schedule totally off (Julian was up from 1230am to 7am one night!), diarrhea for me, constipation for Julian, nasty colds for us with congestion that doesn't seem to end,throwing up... you name it, we've been through it in these two weeks! I think our bodies are starting to settle, and for me I'm noticing more emotions coming in. To live in one place for three months, in particular one town for almost 2 1/2 months, your body, your being are acclimated to that place. You leave that place, where you are very unplugged (I had no smart phone, checked my internet like every 2 or three days, walked everywhere and didn't drive a car), where it's 90 degrees and hot and humid to a place where it's 70 degrees cooler, you drive to get places especially when cold, you have a smart phone, internet at home, you can feel the energy of being plugged in, of a culture that's constantly go go go. And you took three flights to get back, one of which was 16 hours... needless to say, it's taken some time. It's still taking some time. And did I mention I'm almost 8 months pregnant? Getting back on my yoga mat as a student has been a great help. I've taken 4 classes in these two weeks (would have taken more but we spent 5 days visiting family in NY and PA) and just breathing and moving my body or being still and being in community has helped immensely to ground me again, to let me feel what I need to feel, and to continue this process of integration back to our home, our life here. In many ways it helps that our lives here are in transition. For one, a new baby is coming the end of April (that's my due date at least) My husband is starting his own business and looking for a new job. I am not working, taking a break from teaching or working in general - something I have done, well never. Not before I left for India at least. And my son will be two this Saturday and he is such a little boy now - talking in full sentences, making me laugh and smile and giving me new challenges as well. I think because we are in transition we can't see what the future will look like, but we're living our way into it. And that helps after leaving the lives we had behind to take this trip. We are different yet we are the same. I've never felt more close to my family and vulnerable in a way that allows me to really lean into them - to put them first - to realize how grateful I am for them - my husband and son in particular, but my extended family as well. We are all more mature in a way that allows us to be more ourselves. More of myself means things I perhaps haven't shown before or allowed to unfold. Mainly my vulnerability. I was realizing tonight that the longer we spend here the more we'll forget of our time in India, in particular those 2 1/2 months we spent in Varkala making friends and sharing our lives daily with these people. I think Ian and I will remember more than Julian, but we too will forget names, faces, sounds, smells. Julian mentioned a person the other day who worked at our hotel in India and Ian and I thought "Oh yeah, him" meaning we had already forgotten somewhat, but perhaps Julian had not. It's possible he will remember more than we think but over time I do think it will fade. I found myself grieving over all this knowledge because in a sense it's like they have all died. Now I'm an adult and I know that's not the case, and I can keep in touch with some folks over the internet thanks to technology today, but in a sense, they have died. We lived there for that length of time, grew close to many folks, and now we are gone, and they are gone. I wonder in Julian's mind if it is more like death since he doesn't know as we do in an adult sense they still exist there - in a childs mind it's often, here they were one day, gone the next. Children seem to handle this transition better than adults - with more acceptance - but I can't help wondering if he too misses them. I catch him saying their names sometimes or saying a place and I think he too is trying to find out where is my home, where do I belong. So for someone who was very ready to get back to the US and to colder temps (I am loving these honestly - I had a constant yeast infection the last month in India - just too hot, no AC and very pregnant!)I find myself grieving over the people and places gone, people and places I will probably never see again. I wonder if they too are grieving and if they too talk and remember us, in particular Julian - they have all told us they will never forget him. As we prepare for the new baby to arrive, I also am recognizing I am grieving in some ways the loss of my first child. Very soon it will never just be me and Julian. As wonderful as it will be to welcome the new baby into our family, it saddens me to know the time with my little man, just us, is ending. I've had so many moments shared with him, just him and I for some time too before Ian came into our life. I felt I had to grieve the loss of that time as I welcomed Ian into our life and we got married (that time of being a single Mom for 6 months) and now I feel I am grieving the loss of my time just with Julian. I'm also letting go of a lot of the pain that surrounded Julian coming into my life as I prepare to welcome a new baby, in a manner completely different than with Julian. With Julian, I had every test, ultrasound, watched every pound, taught all my classes till my due date, kept my regular practice up (scorpion and handstand at 8 months pregnant!), delivered in a hospital. With this baby, I have not been weighed, eat what I want and don't count the pounds, no ultrasounds or tests, no prenatal care for 3 months in India, and a yoga practice that's much more restorative and gentle and not teaching since about 4 or 5 months. I do feel it's the grieving that will allow me to live and love more, to enjoy and be grateful. I think for many of us we go through transitions, whether deemed positive or negative, it doesn't matter, and we don't allow ourselves to grieve. To grieve things ending to welcome new beginnings. To grieve what we have known, what we have held onto, what we will miss, to make space for what's new. Grieving to allow us to open up to what's out there for us. So I would say I'm in a period of grief. I'm allowing the tears, the memories to come, the stories. Unfortunately because it was just my family in India, they are the ones who know these stories the most, but I can share them with you too. I will hold and kiss my little man a little more over these next 8 weeks or so, be more attentive and present, and be the one to get up when he calls mama or needs me because I know soon I won't be able to do it every time he asks. Last night he woke around 4 and I had been sleepless and restless since about midnight. I got up and went to him and held him as he hugged me, gave me kisses and said "I love you mama" and spent the hour it probably took to get him to go back to sleep. I will miss this time with him. I look forward to reconnecting with friends I haven't seen in 3 months, students who may be surprised to see me on the other side, taking a class with them, teachers whose classes I am grateful for the support and energy as I go through this process. I may seem a bit more unplugged, a bit distant, but it's only to allow myself to grieve, to lean into my family, who has given and continues to give me so much. I love them with all my heart.

How did I get here?

Tomorrow is August 1. I found myself reflecting on the past year, and how last August marked the beginning of the most challenging time of my life thus far. And a year later, everything is so different. If you had told me last August, I'd be sitting here today in love, getting married in less than 2 months (Sept. 21!), taking a 3 month trip to India with my soon to be husband and son in less than 4 months... I might have told you you were crazy. But I might of also said anything is possible! So how did I get here, to be this happy, this blessed? well, for one, not thinking the work is over. And by work, I mean this spiritual journey, this thing called LIFE. Two, by being totally honest and to see myself through no filter. Three, through self compassion and a total and deep surrender, or softening. I think when we reach a place of joy and bliss after a period of deep suffering we may ask how did it happen, where did it all come together? And often we can't lay the pieces out or connect the dots completely but we can say it came together as a result of a life fully lived, of a life that has felt both deep joy and deep sorrow. I think there's also a recognition when we get to this place that the journey is happening, life is unfolding - daily. There's a magic and wonder to it all and there's no holding on or grasping for ground under our feet. In this place, there is immense freedom. You can't see what the future is going to look like - you can't get your hands around it - but you know it's going to be great. It's going to be for your highest good because you're in a place of deep and immense love. So I feel blessed I'm here. I'm blessed the pain is gone. I'm blessed the thing I have to deal with the most is simply allowing this happiness to be mine, cause it is. To simply soften and soften into that vulnerable spot in my heart. Many of you have been on this journey with me. I thank you for all your support and love. I look forward to sharing these happy moments with you, enjoying a life well-lived, and seeing where this adventure takes me!

Happy Mothers Day

Happy Mother's Day. Ah, the word mother. It conjures up different things for different people but I think it embodies qualities that exist on both sides of the coin - joy, pain, raw, tender, fierce, gentle, strong, weak. I think all of us should be grateful for our mothers. I don't say this because I am a mother. I say this because if we are grateful for our lives, and our ability to live and love as we choose, we should be grateful for our mothers. Without them, we wouldn't have had the initiation into this world. And we all choose our parents if you ask me. We choose them to learn some life lessons - tough ones at times. You could say you had a mother who did a great job, or you had a mother who did a terrible job, but we all had or have a mother who is doing the best job they know with the tools they've been given. I love being a mother. It is all I ever wanted, and more. I am discovering so many hidden gifts I didn't even know were possible. I loved my son from the moment I knew I was pregnant but my love for him has grown in leaps and bounds. When he was a newborn, there was constant demand and to be honest, I looked forward to a few hours away when I could take them! Now I still look forward to those few hours but I miss him so much more. He is a little person, with a personality, who gives me kisses and hugs, who tests my patience, who has an understanding greater than I ever thought possible for almost 15 months and who is so so happy and just in the mix of it all, loving and living life. He inspires me, he makes me laugh, he brightens my day and I value his presence in my life as the individual he is. That isn't to say we don't have our difficulties. We do. I'm able to look at them with more love these days. There's a me that's unfolding that's filled with so much grace these days. After the Boston bombings, I was so angry because of how vulnerable and raw and exposed I felt. I was so angry at the realization that this vulnerability also taps me into the truth that all I love, all whom I love, will be taken away from me someday. I will die or they will die. It fucking pissed me off to be honest. We know this to be true but do we ever really sit with it? We're always trying to grasp or push it away. Grasp in the sense of being needy, clingy suffocating those we love or pushing away in the sense of being aloof, distant, disconnected and cold to those we love. Now if we could just do neither of those things, and sit in the discomfort of this vulnerability, of the knowledge of everything changing, we would know gratitude. We would know happiness. We would know joy. And yes we'd know pain too. We'd know how these things exist side by side. I find myself in this in between place more and more and surprisingly not wanting to leave. This is the dream. When you wake up, you're dead. This phrase has been in my head a lot lately after reading this quote: "Whatever life takes away from you, let it go. When you surrender the past, you can live the dream that is happening right now." I am living an amazing dream. I have a beautiful son who fills my days with adventure and fun. This nice weather allows us to walk everywhere, discovering new people and places - we can walk to Davis Square, Union Square and about 6 or 7 playgrounds all within a mile or two! I have a fiance who is the man I have always dreamed of sharing my life with but wasn't sure he existed and here he is - in the flesh! I have yoga communities I love teaching and practicing in, I have friends I love sharing time with, I have a city I live in that takes me breath away and I have a wedding I am so excited for in September and a 3 month trip to India with my soon to be husband and son! Seriously, how fucking awesome is my life? I realize I have thought for a long time Ive practiced abundance but the truth is I was just scratching the surface. Real abundance is a complete faith in all being taken care of, in not wanting or needing anything more, in freely giving of what you have and another piece of it I am recognizing these days, in knowing when to say NO. I've been a yes, yes, yes girl and that's all good but when yes yes yes is not filling up my cup it's time to say no so I can create the space for that which nourishes me to come in. For love to flourish and grow. So I see my time ahead as one of less is more. Truly when someone asked me the other day what I did I told them I taught yoga, I liked to write but what I truly wanted to say to that question was "I am a mother" Cause to me, that is one hell of an important job and one that doesn't need any fillers or jargon to make it seem more important. Raising the next generation of members to this society, to this human race is damn important. If you ask me, the most important. My fiance gave me a beautiful card this mother's day that he made. It included a poem from Rumi that said Through love all that is bitter will be sweet Through love all that is copper will be gold Through love all dregs will turn to purest wine Through love all pain will turn to medicine A mother's love is the most special kind. Cherish it when you have it, nurture it in yourself if you are a mother, and if you don't have it, know that it exists and you can tap into it. It's a love that rests in that place of gratitude, of abundance, of knowing that this child, this child is more than enough. This child does not have to be anything more. Create that for yourself and you have felt the love of a mother.

There is no us and them

Wow. What a week. I feel as if I've been living my life in a dream - a bad dream. I'm sure many of us felt that way. Tonight we feel the end of this horror, but in many ways it's the beginning. I sit here tonight as I get ready to meditate with a heavy heart. I do not feel joyous one suspect in the Boston marathon bombing has been killed and the other captured. I feel instead very sad. Let me first say I do not take lightly the loss of the lives of Martin Richard, Krystle Campbell, Lingzi Lu and Sean Collier, nor the hundreds that were injured, the dozens who lost limbs or the thousands who have suffered trauma as they witnessed these events, lived in a city on lockdown as a suspect was hunted, or lived in a town where gunfights and heightened police presence dominated their day. I think many of us out there at one time or another have subscribed to the idea of there being an us and a them. Perhaps even right now. We sit in fear, judgment and disconnect. I know I have. I think that many of us also on the flip side, certainly in the yoga community but I am sure elsewhere too, have come to the conclusion that there is a universal source or ONE that we are all a part of, that we stem from. If we hold this to be true, then there can be no us and them. We are all joined as human beings on this planet. And if we believe that then we too are responsible when tragic events such as these happen. No, we did not plan this attack, or put the bombs together or place them or detonate them. I don't believe that any of us are cultivating a home based around terrorism and fear. But we do form a society. A society that stretches beyond our towns, beyond our countries, our borders to include the entire human race. We then share the same human wants and needs, the same suffering, the same hopes and dreams, the same loneliness of our own minds and pain. And every time we have acted in a way that breeds fear, that breeds judgment that is any way not compassionate or loving toward ourselves or another individual, then we too are responsible for perpetuating this feeling of disconnect and loneliness and this feeling of an us and them that keeps these events happening. I recognize there are political implications often, but I do believe that on a truly cellular level we are human, we can connect with whomever if we come from a place of seeing each other, of hearing one other, of feeling on an emotional level with one other. So yes I have a heavy heart. I am saddened that another tragedy like this has come to pass and it occurred in the place I've called home for 11 years. I'm sad that people will cheer and say nasty things about these men forgetting that they too are people, they too have families, parents who are hurting. I feel sad for all the loss that happened that day at the Boston marathon and people whose lives with never be the same. And I feel sad for all of us who will go on not sitting with this pain in our hearts, using anger and blame to cover it up, and soon another event like this will happen and we will again question why. It's time to wake up folks. I am including myself in this. It's time to take responsibility as ONE human race that we are. Community is needed. Connection is needed. I am looking to foster it wherever or however. I am opening up my home, my heart, my ears... you name it. Let's talk. Let's cry. Let's heal. We'll move forward with heavy vulnerable raw and beautiful courageous hearts. All my love Boston. All my love to you all.

We ebb and we flow

Ah post engagement bliss! How long does it last? It lasts until we let doubt step in again surrounding our fears of what we should or shouldn't do, what people think, what the future holds... So, it's been a rough couple weeks! I told my fiance last night... sometimes I just want to scream "Why the fuck did you ask me to marry you? Everything was going just fine!" Perhaps you can't relate to that statement, but I bet some of you can. He chose me! He chose me out of all the many many women in this world. And suddenly a voice inside me screams, WHY? Why would he choose me? And just like that I'm back in the pattern of not feeling worthy of love and belonging and I start to feel closed off. I don't sing out loud or dance around the house, I don't want to listen to music something I like to do, I don't want to have sex, I don't want to see friends, I don't want to teach or practice yoga, I just want to hide hide hide... Luckily I have here to write about it and thankfully my future husband will listen to anything at all I have to share or dish out - and you know what he tells me? I too think these thoughts. You aren't alone. You aren't crazy. I am engaged to a man my parents met the day after we got engaged. I am engaged to a man some of my friends have not even met yet or had a chance to really hang out with. So as one friend told me the other day, she had her reservations. I don't blame her. I don't blame any of you! It's very good off the mat yoga practice for me. I feel as if people are judging and questioning my choice to marry my fiance and perhaps they truly are - yet the person who is really judging and questioning myself is ME. And I tell you this as a girl who just got a huge tattoo (a full sleeve) all along my left arm!! A big tattoo? No biggie. Quit my job and teach yoga full time? No biggie. Surviving emotionally in the raising of my son on my own for 6+ months? No biggie. As Nike says, I just do it. I don't care what people think. Doing many of the self sufficient independent and sometimes off the wall outside the box things I have done comes easy to me. I am a passionate person! Yet choosing a partner for life who no one I am friends with knows that well, who I met in the most fated way, who is in many ways nothing like my family or the family I grew up with - that I struggle with. I struggle with being unconventional even though it's the only thing that makes me happy. I struggle with people who say when they hear of my engagement "Well that was fast" or people who say "You're going to have a long engagement, right?" We aren't by the way - we are getting married THIS September! I struggle with people who when we tell them of our plans after the wedding - to travel to India with Julian for 3 months Nov - Feb - "That's crazy! With the baby? You can't possibly be serious!" And the answer is, yes, we are serious. I struggle with putting the power behind my words, behind my actions and not getting swayed by that need for approval. I grew up wanting the approval of those I loved most, and trying so hard to please those around me. I grew up doing what I was supposed to do, what was expected, until I got to college where I *secretly* rebelled in all kinds of ways. I was not doing what I was supposed to be doing, but nobody knew - but me and my close friends. I kept doing what I was supposed to do - until I quit my job to teach yoga full time. Yoga when it came into my life in many ways was the start of me figuring out who I was and what I wanted. I will tell you this - I haven't figured it out fully. I still struggle sometimes daily to answer that question - what do I want? I know this. I want to be happy. I recognize that I am making choices to make me happy. I fully believe those around me also want me to be happy even if some of them aren't in my "yoga world" so to speak. The whatever that keeps me from my happiness lies in my palms only. So I honor my feelings. I honor that I get stuck on what Julian will ask as he gets older and knows his biological Mom and Dad aren't together and what I will tell him, what will his Dad tell him. I get stuck in that I don't feel fully resolved in the ending of our relationship because it was so sudden for me and how suddenly his Dad moved on and I feel there's a lot more to be said besides simply I'm not in love with you anymore but I see the truth in that statement and even if there was more to it would it even matter now? No. I get stuck in when people ask about my fiance and I and our relationship I can't exactly put into words what it is that makes him the man I want to marry (we're writing our own vows, so I hope to have a few more words by Sept!) but that I could speak to his actions - how he is the man who brought over food from his fridge as a gift when he first came to visit Julian and I on his own at our home, how he is the man who encourages me to tell him whatever I am thinking or feeling (I told him about my fear of him having a double chin when he gets older and how vain I feel to say that but I truly think it!) he is the man who said we should have a box in our home and a sign next to it that says need a dollar? take a dollar. have a dollar? leave a dollar. (and there's money in there folks) He is the man I meditate with before bed most evenings, who cooks and does the laundry and picks up around the house, who spends time with Julian painting, hanging out, playing music, who is authentic is his concern and compassion for others, who hung up a painting today that I mentioned Julian had scribbled all over and he said it's Julian's masterpiece! the man who reminds me to be gentle and at ease with myself the man who says yes we can travel to India for 3 months with a year and a half old and come back to the states and if our jobs our work doesn't look the same we'll figure it out... the man who believes I am enough. That being a mother and teaching yoga and just being me is enough. I know that it's me who doesn't always feel enough but he reminds me I am. So we ebb and we flow. And I can tell you this. When I am practicing yoga, on and off the mat, when I am in that state of bliss - of love and light - of namaste - he is the man I want to be with. I am enough. We are enough. There is nothing more. We are not going into marriage as a couple who's checked off the checklist so to speak - we are going into marriage challenged, and scared and blissfully happy. We are planning a wedding at the home he grew up in, in our bare feet, with a drum circle, BYOB (no alcohol), yard games like horseshoes and croquet, good local food, music, dancing, no bridal party, nothing fancy, just us, our friends, our family, a celebration. So we hope whoever comes is happy for us - cause otherwise honestly - stay home! You know I say that with love ;)

Fear is the heart saying YES

On March 23, 2013, I received the greatest surprise I've received in a long time. My partner asked me to marry him, and I said YES! The engagement was a surprise, as we've only been officially dating for 2 months or so, and our relationship while very happy, has been challenging in the triggers that have come up for both of us. We communicate very effectively and have chosen to stay together, despite us being together challenging long held belief systems. I think the engagement is in many ways a way for both of us to say these long held belief systems of judgment, doubt, of not feeling deserving of love and belonging or happiness just don't work for us anymore. We are tired of doing what we think we should do, or others think we should do, and instead want to live the life we've only imagined. And we're doing it already in such a short span of time! The moment he asked me to marry him was amazing in that I had fear, but not a single shred of doubt. And a YES came out with no hesitation whatsoever. I used to believe fear was a negative. In some ways I can see how this is true when fear rules your life and holds you back from living the life you've imagined. These fears though are these long held belief systems I mentioned above - the ones you didn't choose, but were placed on you by family, society, etc. Fear that comes from the hearts desire to be free - to live and love as it wishes - is never wrong. In fact it's healthy - it's a sign of bliss! My partner and I have discussed this a lot in the time we've been together and recognize there is fear - this honesty sets us free and allows us to love and connect more deeply, and the fear to change to a deep feeling of gratitude. The fear I am speaking to comes with a smile on our face. It comes with a resounding yes in our heart, our body, our being. Doubt when we feel it is totally a construction of the mind. Doubt can cause you to live in those long held belief systems that don't serve you any longer, instead of admitting your fear about moving past what no longer serves you. When you can admit the fear, the doubt is gone. And if the doubt is still there when you admit the fear, then it's a good sign the fear is telling you that your heart doesn't agree with what the mind is trying to resolve itself to. Byron Katie says "Isn't the past kind? It's always over." We are creating a YES household, a YES life each time we admit these fears, we shut the past out of our present, we live more fully in the now, we embrace what IS and find such deep gratitude for having found each other. Doubt no longer has a place as long held belief systems are knocked down and we are living in the vibrancy of our being. Embrace fear, embrace what the heart is calling you to do. Embrace fear and know courage and joy. Everlasting joy!

Happy Birthday Julian!

Dear Julian, Well baby boy, here we are, your first birthday! And what an amazing year it has been. There have been so many changes since you have arrived in this world! Changes in you as you've grown from a babe into a little boy, changes in me as I've grown into the role of your mama, changes in all of those who have been touched by your presence! Mama was teaching her usual back to back Saturday morning yoga classes this week at Open Doors, one of the highlights of my weekends for many years. I was finishing up my second class, they were in Savasana (you'll know the bliss of Savasana one day!) and I suddenly was struck by so much emotion. I wept as my students rested, composed myself to finish class, and continued weeping when the studio was empty and I was alone again. I wept because I was overjoyed we have made it this far and I am seeing you grow into a loving, kind, spirited, funny little boy. I wept because I am realizing a time that existed between us is ending. This time of you and I solely being each others worlds. Ending may not be the right word - it's shifting. It's clear though, that a time that was, is past. When you get older and ask when you were a babe, there will be lots to tell. This first year of your life was a challenging one for me. The challenge was not you - you were and are the most amazing gift I could ever receive. You've brought me on the most incredible journey - that of being your mama - that will last a lifetime! Your daddy and I created you, though I do believe you chose us. We created your physical form but you, your essence, has and will always be a part of this world. You simply decided that Daddy and I had something to learn by having you in our lives and let me tell you, you are an amazing teacher! We are learning everyday. I won't speak for Daddy, I am learning, but I would say that he agrees. You will probably have questions about what happened between Mommy and Daddy as you came into this world and why Mommy and Daddy are no longer together. There's really no easy answer for that one, buddy, as there are no easy answers to many things in life. I will tell you this - there always was and always will be love between your Mommy and Daddy. You were created out of love. You are precious and loved so much by your Mommy and Daddy and are lucky enough to be loved by so many in our circle of friends and family. Growth is why we are here, love. Evolution of consciousness, of ourselves. You are already a sign of that - how much you've grown in a year! So on this path of growth, things change constantly. And nothing is certain. You just have to love yourself, know yourself, and live from that place and grow from that place. Sometimes this will mean relationships with others will shift and that's ok. Nothing lasts forever. Some relationships will grow with you, and fear not, if some pass, others will come into their place. Your birth was the denouement of a beautiful journey together Mommy and Daddy had traveled. Now we are traveling this journey with you, and still learning, though just not quite as we thought it would look like together. That's ok. Life often does not look like we expected, but if we let go of how it should look, we are able to embrace the mystery of the unknown, of the NOW and the miracles that occur there. Mommy is honest, and honestly bud Mommy had reached a point where she wouldn't want to date herself, and if I didnt want to date me, certainly no one else would either! I needed some time alone, and luckily with your birth, I didn't have to do it alone. You were by my side, helping me as I grew. I will tell you also that some of the things Mommy has realized about herself as a result of no longer being with Daddy are very important lessons, and lessons that would not have been learned with him as we were before you were born. I believe in many ways you are my greatest teacher, my son. You have already just by being here revealed to me so much about myself. I am so grateful to you for that! I believe as you grow and communicate on different levels with me you will continue to teach me so much. Here is what you have taught me already: I cannot control anything. Life is in a constant state of change and flux and nothing is certain. The one thing I have control over is my choice to live in the now, to be happy, to feel worthy of love and belonging and to receive it. You daily show me that you embrace this constant state of change and you still love and life fully! Once I accept I cannot control anything, I am set free. To be me. I am working on this one daily, and I am reminded that I don't have to try so hard because simply being aware that I am working with it, is enough. That brings me to this - I don't have to try so hard. I can just be me and that is enough. You've shown me that trying so hard only frustrates me, those in my circle and pushes people away. You've shown me how important it is to find gentleness and ease within myself and translate that to every area of my life. Your mama has had to be strong for a long long time to feel safe but my son, I intend to never have you have to know what that feels like while you are in my care. You will be safe in my arms, in our home, in the people I surround you with. You can be free to live the childhood I never did and will find your own strength when you are ready, and as you step into adulthood and of course with me waiting in the wings to remind you you are loved, you have someone in your corner, when you feel that you don't. You've taught me that letting go is the greatest gift I can give you, I can give to myself, to my relationships, to my life. Letting go and that process of surrender allows me full freedom to love and to trust. You've shown me how I've spent my life trying to be perfect, trying so hard to hold it together, to be what people expect of me, to consider always what others want of me and how this has caused me to live inside of an extremely fragile shell of a person. Because of you Julian, because of your love, because you have chosen me as your mother I have blossomed. I am more authentic than I have ever been. I am kinder. I am wiser. I can look at myself and see my contribution to all my mistakes, my failures, in work, love, you name it. I can see my role in them all. I weep today recognizing my part in keeping me locked down, my part in pushing people away, my part in creating this illusion of self I had held onto. You've shown me I am enough. The Universe has trusted me with this gift that you are and with that trust has said I am enough. You've shown me love can be easy simply by showing up. You've shown me the process is the journey - the work is always happening - there is no fixing or final destination. This is it, right NOW so live and enjoy it! Worry no more, let the pain of the past go as it's not happening now. That has been the hardest one my son, as the past is quite painful, and happy memories are shrouded in a lot of hurt, but each new day with you shows me the more I hold onto that hurt, the less I get to enjoy you. And I want to enjoy you and grow with you and love you this day and every day - for always. You are my son. And with you, I am eternally blessed. Thank you Julian James Puskarich. Thank you thank you thank you! I love you Chunkadoos. May we always have cheesy smiles, and dancing, and tickles and laughter and smashing peas on our noses, and all other kinds of silliness. xoxoxo

The Year of the Snake

I recently found out we are in the Year of the Snake. The Year of the Snake is all about shedding layers. I've felt this powerful energy within and around me already. Falling in love in many ways is a process of shedding layers. When we first begin to fall in love, we delight in the merging of two souls when we feel an ease in conversation, sex, the entire co-existance of two beings. We are inspired and excited by what the other person brings. We are joined at the hip, so to speak. The honeymoon phase, my friend calls it. Then something happens - our first fight, one person suddenly wanting more space, feeling distant. Our hearts feel a tug and we want to retreat. This is when we are getting to the good stuff in my opinion. It's when we truly start to care for another that we want to pull back. It's when we are beginning to not only care for another person on a deeper level, but also to allow them to see us. They are no longer seeing just our BEST selves, they are also seeing us at our WORST. Fear steps in and if we aren't acknowledging our fear or talking about it with our partner, we retreat, and possibly end the relationship. We are too scared to proceed. We recognize that a great relationship is one where we will consistently be challenged to grow - or we accept that we are content with just staying as we are. Either way we are changing and growing even if it feels stagnant and boring and disconnected - we are certainly growing apart. If you look at it that way, you can choose to grow apart or grow together. I choose the growing together in my relationships and I have someone who is exploring the option of growing with me. I don't know if it's a choice one continually makes, daily, or monthly or yearly, or if it's a choice you just make at once, and then you commit to that choice no matter what shows up. I am learning as I go along. This period when I can feel the heart tugging and more truth coming out and more space occurring in the past would cause me to retreat. My partner recently told me he didn't like how I asked him to do things. I am a yoga teacher so I am used to directing students into poses. I am also a mother so I am used to directing my child. I am realizing I have a little too much of this energy. I am a born leader in many ways, a do-er, someone who gets shit done. I want it to happen, I make it happen. It's strength and fierceness I've had for a long long time. I think I've been afraid to let this go to bring in some more gentleness and ease because I'm afraid I'll crumble. I can see though, it's time. It's time to bring in more suggestion in my yoga classes, which I am doing, and why a strict alignment flow (though I love alignment!) is less of what I am into these days and I find myself into more free form movement, simple repetitive movements combined with breath so one can exist in the body. I find in my own practice I'm drawn to slower flows, more holds, more exploration. With my partner, rather than saying "I'm going to get the grocery bags, you'll get Julian's shoes, etc" I am asking and treating him as the equal human being he is. With my child, I am saying please as I ask him to do something and thank you when he does and treating him as the equal human being he is. I was at Target today and I didn't know but I picked the line where the woman was new and wasn't able to figure out how to print the receipt for the person in front of me. You could tell she wasn't that happy there, was frustrated and when it got to me, I asked her how she was doing. She didn't look me in the eye or acknowledge me at all, but I think I might have heard a fine. It didn't matter. It was simply me trying to bring some gentleness and ease to let her know, hey, I'm a human being just like you and I care how you are doing. I was recently talking to a yoga friend of mine about the changes going on at a studio and how I felt like perhaps more ego was coming into the studio. I realized after talking that it wasn't more ego. It was strong confident people who knew themselves, were comfortable in their skin, and not afraid to show it, to do their own thing. I feel that is where I am moving. My partner has mentioned things about me that challenge him. We talked about how this energy of mine that does challenge him can also be used to inspire him, and that it does. I find the same thing within him. The choice then becomes to be challenged or not. I recognize that I am at a point in my life where I am strong enough and secure enough within myself that I think I can go there. I can choose a relationship that challenges and ignites, that supports and nurtures at the same time. And still be myself. My partner is still choosing such a relationship too, but if he changes his mind, that's ok too. I would be sad and hurt because I am allowing myself to love, but I would know I haven't lost myself. I am still here. I feel very much like a vessel. An energetic being housed in this human body. I think I have always felt this way somewhat but a rational acknowledgment of it didn't happen until I became a mother. I always knew I wanted to be a mother. And a mother is a vessel. She grows and houses a child. Child and mother are separate yet joined which is how one can relate the ego to the SELF. I am here in this physical body yet when I am still and quiet I am energetically connected on a level that transcends this physical body. I have felt perhaps always but more strongly these days that I can see the best in people, and I can see their flaws too because I can see this in myself. I admit and am aware of it in myself. Thus I have this amazing gift to support and encourage and love all of those close to me. I can encourage and help to shine the best in them. It's such an awesome job, that's not a job! I used to get caught up in judging and fixing an individual before I was awake but now I can nurture and grow, because I've had this experience of being a vessel who nurtured and grew a child. I can reflect back to another the love that's within me and they can reflect back the love that's within them. Namaste - when I am in that place of love within me, and you are in that place of love within you, we are LOVE. Feeling and existing as a vessel more frees me up in many ways but it's also ungrounding. I think I can provide so much fire, energy, action that those close to me need a breather and even though I find myself most fueled by such relationships, I need a breather too. I need to write, and teach, and practice and inspire myself to continue on this path of exploration and ultimately manifestation. I can feel what yoga has been to me is changing and it's so much more than my physical practice. The practice that's most important to me is what's off the mat and that is going to allow me to do bigger and better things in this world. I am learning the ability to hold space while feeling this energetic feeling of being a vessel and that is where I will find a sense of being grounded in the moment. This connection to I am an energetic being having a human experience. I can connect to what I am doing in each moment with joy and ease. I can let go of all the story, the past the future - even if they are great stories like I've had recently in my life! I can trust the unknowing. I can fall into the mystery. I can embrace this nothingness. It's the shedding of layers. The shedding of layers so that you essentially become more fully YOU. You exist in a space separate yet connected to this human existence. It is the path I am on. I had a nice reminder today after almost two years. I started to get my period again. People immediately think - that sucks! You haven't had it for so long and now it's back. I was excited. This physical process that happens each month is a shedding of what is needed to create. On an energetic level it's the shedding of what keeps me from being a whole and complete woman. And on another level it reminds me that I am still here, I am still me, I still have the ability to create life again. Energetically I still have the ability to dream and create a life and do work that inspires and enriches me. Embrace this shedding of layers, whether it's the physical practice of menstruation, the physical shedding of layers from winter to spring, the shedding of layers around the jewel that is your heart, your radiance, your essence. It is what allows us to create, to live and love.