This weekend consisted of a road trip for one. For two entire days I was by myself. There were no dinners for me to prepare, no dishes to wash, no nap times to rush home for or little teeth to brush. There were also no bedtime cuddles or tickle fights or laughs shared over the supper… Continue reading The tug of war of a mother’s heart
Our house is undergoing some much-needed renovations this Fall. The outside is receiving a paint job and the windows have been ripped out and replaced with new ones. Workers trek through the house with nail guns, Shop-Vacs, hammers, and planks of wood. Our front door remains open for most of the day, letting them come… Continue reading Renovations of the home and heart
Here are a few things I am starting to pick up on, as we do through seasons of transition and change. I write them down because that’s my way of owning what I’ve learned. Perhaps you’ve been there, and will nod your head. Or you’re where I am, just getting there too. Feel free to… Continue reading Things I am learning
You know those days where you have a goal to buy yourself a new pair of sandals for the summer (the soles of last year’s flap and talk to you when you walk), but somehow you find yourself staring at your reflection in the GAP change room wearing the blue and white striped jumpsuit that… Continue reading Dressing room moments that wake you up a little bit
We drove to my grandmother’s house yesterday in a thick fog. The boys were quiet in the backseat as we listened to All Sons and Daughters through the speakers. We left the plumber back at home to do his work on our pipes. Not knowing how long it would be, or the disaster that would… Continue reading Plumbers, fog, and treasure hunts
Photo by Dingzeyu Li on Unsplash “Right now, at the beginning, you’re just getting used to the movements. It takes time to start moving with your breath, to feel strong in each pose. Rather than muscling through it, why not invite softness instead.” These are words my yoga instructor says to the room full of… Continue reading Morning yoga and new seasons
Photo by Green Chameleon on Unsplash The room is dark and smells of lavender and peppermint. My massage therapist places a warm towel across the back of my neck, my muscles relax under the heat and my eyes become drowsy. I’ve been on this table many times before. And each time my masseuse would spend… Continue reading A massage, a big flashing arrow
