I have been thinking back, recently, to when my children were babies. They were so soft and sweet and warm. Babies are just so physically wonderful, they’re impossible to resist. But babies can also stir up some difficult feelings, especially for new mothers. I believe this is because babies are absolutely and completely in the present moment. Babies don’t dwell on the past or have any concept of future. They only have this moment, which is actually all any of us have. As the mind develops, we begin to think about the past and the future, by the time we
I stopped consuming caffeine on a daily basis this year. It took me by surprise, to be honest. I’ve tried many times in the past to give it up , without success. The first to go was coffee. One day I just didn’t want it. The thought entered my mind that I wouldn’t be drinking coffee any more and the next day I stopped. It was a strange feeling because I have always enjoyed coffee. Not just the the taste but the ritual of it too. I would get up in the morning and in the solitary quiet, I would
“Mom, ever since we moved into this house it’s so strict and boring! We’re not allowed to climb, jump, drum, make any mess, go on adventures alone… You don’t trust me anymore! I had so much more freedom when we were camping.” This lament came from my tall fearless 8 year old daughter, whose name roughly translates into “wild adventurous and beautiful spirit”. We had just moved in-doors after living on the land in a tii pii for 5 months. She and her two younger brothers have had a childhood full of fun and some freedoms that seem to be
As the world turns and the seasons change, the magic garden is budding and sprouting before our eyes. It is amazing how automatic and intelligent this unfolding is. No manual need be read, no youtube tutorial necessary. Mother Nature and her children know just what to do: stirring, stretching, dancing towards what enlivens them; what feeds them. Roots are thirsty for water and minerals as leaves and branches reach towards the light. Squirrels, birds, worms and all the other creatures are instinctively flowing through life with perfection and precision. I wonder if we human children have this natural instinct too?
For a moment, let’s picture our earliest beginnings, nestled deep within our mothers warm, dark womb. Her every heartbeat the rhythm of our very existence. Now, fast forward to the outside world where we are held, cuddled, carried, nursed and loved by that same womban,with her same steady heartbeat. Remember when we got bigger and more curious about the world around us. and how Mamas hands held ours, Mamas lap our throne, Mamas kisses dried our tears. If anybody could make us feel better it was Mama and her dear friend Dada. Oh and the food! There was breakfast, lunch,