Friday, January 25, 2013

Smother Me With Motherlove








Her lightening eyes mesmerize me.
I am lost in their depths as she tells me a story.


What a beauty. 

Sweet,  lovely girl.
This beautiful loving girl was borne from my body.



She can tell I’m not listening.
Her eyes flash their electricity to tell me to hear her words.


A mind not yet awake with awareness of what it needs.
Still full of a desire to be understood as a whole.


She is more than blue eyes.


She is more than blond hair
She is more than style
She is more than humor


She is herself.
Resplendent in all of her qualities.



In one fleeting look her spirit reaches out to remind me I am her mirror.
Entrusted to reflect and magnify all of her strengths in the moment she employs them.


 My happy duty to meet her soul to soul.
Our windows wide open and smiling on each other.


Friday, January 18, 2013

Does your family have a SAFE word?



On the phone with Kailin last night, I hear her frustrated voice.  “No, Cassidy!  I can’t right now, I’m talking to Mom!”

My response, “Lena, please remember to talk nicely.”

We have had this conversation many times.  Our feelings are important.  We have every right to speak about them to each other and be understood.  We respect emotional boundaries.

Just because one of us is upset, does not entitle us to step on the feelings of another.

We are a family.  We appreciate our love for each other.  We are grateful for our time and the unique qualities we each bring to the circle.

I hear this adult version of Kailin’s frustration every day.  “Can’t you see I’m busy!”  The one ego frustrated at not being the center of attention, the other ego so excited to share that other things became oblivious.  Of course they did not see, otherwise they would not have interrupted.  

Does that warrant being snapped at?  The answer is a resounding NO.

I am filled with such excitement and gratitude that I have this chance to build my world of compassion and understanding from the inside out.  My daughters will have a strong foundation of respect built with as many tools as I can find to pass on to them.  My journey of self-exploration has become a crusade in their honor.


We talk.


I have heard it said that there are two sides to every story.  I respectfully disagree.  I believe there are four sides to every story. There are my feelings, and my perception of how you feel (or how I think you should feel) and your feelings and your perception of mine.  Sometimes these perceptions may be aligned, but often in an argument they are not.  Each person may become exasperated at having to defend their point of view.  Defensive at being overlooked or snapped at.


Instead of speaking out harshly, in our loving respectful family, we speak nicely to each other.  We talk calmly about our boundaries and have confidence that they will be respected because we practice every day.  “Boundaries” is our safe word.  When it is said it is not mocked,  or ignored.  Everyone gets a chance to speak and be understood. 


The people outside our circle of three are not always aware of their transgressions over our boundaries.  But we teach them with our kindness and respect.  We practice what we preach.  We live it.  And in this way we multiply the flow of love that surrounds us and the lives we touch. 






Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Hope Springs Enternal





Early morning sunrise peels open my swollen eye lids
Curled up in sumptuous warmth
I breathe in the possibilities the new day brings
Every cell in my body sings out in anticipation
In delightful awareness
I marvel at the hope my own body brings to me every single morning

Hope

It fills me with an electricity that seems to have a life of its own
Where does it come from
It is not conscious
It is not a choice
Yet, there it is

Anguish from the night before is washed away
My fears stolen with the darkness
As the sun returns to shine anew on my heart
My smile

Millions of years of evolution have propagated my instinct to spring alive with the dawn of a new day

If I am the sum of all my parts
The sum of all my cells
Every atom that swirls its energy in tireless motion to keep me alive

It is my duty to heed its song
To allow it to propel me forward
To broadcast my own bright light
As I drink in the life giving splendor of the universe



In that space between my breath
Where my vitality meets sublime radiance
Awareness gives humble respect to the source of all