Feb 15

Hang in there with me – this is a first.  As many of you who read this blog know,  I mostly write about observations that I have noticed in my life due to my never ending practice of yoga, study in ancient texts, and integrating lessons learned into daily living.  I share my summaries if I feel they may in some way help others to get involved with their own lives and find a little peace along the way.  I typically don’t share the intimate details of my daily family life because….well, it’s just scary.  Growing up my world was often filled with chaos, expressing your feelings only added to chaos of which I was a part and seeing as how I didn’t want any more of it….I just learned to keep quite…hoping to keep the craziness at bay.  I didn’t express feelings because other peoples feelings might get hurt, interpreted wrong, or put a new spin on an old hurt.  Just not necessary in my opinion.  It wasn’t until adulthood and an intense year long yoga program came along that I opened up a bit and shared A LOT – after all, I didn’t have to go home with anybody and rehash it out.

But yesterday, I witnessed the most beautiful expression of feelings I have ever seen….in my own family and well…I just can’t keep it in.

“I have 5 things to tell you.”

Those were the words I woke up to yesterday as my husband was pouring my coffee.

#1 – I took the day off of work

#2 – I took your day off of work (I’ve called your boss and asked for permission for your day off)

#3- I cancelled our daughters appt. you were taking her to at 3:00

#4 – Our babysitter is picking up the girls after school

#5 – I need to tell you how our day is going to unfold


He had me at “pouring my coffee”.  After I picked up my jaw off the floor, I took a shower and got ready for the day ahead.  We rode our bikes the entire day (which is funny now because my city is full of snow today), visiting our favorite restaurants, taking a yoga class, going to the movies, visiting our new co-op, and enjoying each others company ALL DAY LONG.  But at the end of the day he gave me a poem he had written.  A poem that summed up 20 years of marriage (how did he do that?).  A poem that was an expression of who he is, how he feels, and what our life means to him.  But that wasn’t enough.

When we got home, he paid the babysitter and had all us girls sit at the table.  We checked in with each other and talked about our day…..and that’s when it happened.  When he pulled out the poem again and said…”Girls, I want to read you the poem I wrote to your mother”.  He read.  I watched.  He teared up.  I sobbed.

The girls eyes were like giant saucers, intent on every word.  At the end of it our 10 year old said, “That’s cool daddy”.  Our 8 year old pipped up and said, “Yah daddy, cool”.

Yah, cool I thought to myself, way way cool.  You have no idea.

To me, the greatest gift you can give is to let others be a witness to the love you share so they in turn share their love and life with others.



Oct 17

My friend is cOMing to my house for the first time ever to help me get better aquainted with another friend ….her name is Etsy.  While Etsy and I have a very one sided relationship….mostly me buying what she’s selling….I’m hoping that we will becOMe the best of friends with a mutual respect of give and take.   After e-mailing back and forth dates, times, schedules, kids and lunch preferences…I ended the e-mail with my address.  I meant to type “I live at”  with my street address to follow, however my typo jumped right out and instantly curled the sides of my mouth up.  I couldn’t help but smile.  One quick switch of the “i” to an “o” and a whole new word arose . “I love at”…….

I stared at the computer screen and for a half a second, considered leaving it just the way it was.  It’s the truth after all.  My hOMe is where I love  at (as a verb).  I love on our children in those walls through hOMework helping, chocolate milk, and kissed skinned knees.  I love on my husband through hOMe cooked meals, shared laughter outside under market lights, and quiet mOMents where words aren’t necessary.   I even love on myself through gardening, decorating, reading, yoga and art.   I love on my family, friends, friends of friends, and strangers in my hOMe through prayer and meditation.  Thanks trusty keyboard (or my fat fingers) for reminding me that:

Every mOMent living is an opportunity for loving.


Feb 14



Love Matters, Literally!

Doesn’t it though…….matter I mean?  Think about it, you could describe matter as anything that has mass and occupies volume.  If that’s the case, we as people are matter.  And, as people…..we matter literally. People continue to have people by birthing children.  We actually produce matter.  Isn’t that amazing!  We as people keep…..well, people-ing if you will.  It’s like that with love too – it matters.  Acts of kindness shown in love inspire others to produce more acts of kindess and love.  The more love we show our children, students, friends, enemies, animals, mentors, strangers, etc…the more love we receive.  Maybe not in that mOMent, maybe not from that person, but your love matters somewhere in ways you could not even imagine.  Doesn’t just knowing that feel good?  Now get out there and spread some love, because you and your actions, MATTER.