On This Miraculous Planet, On Real Food, On Union with all that is
Sitting in the waiting room of our local mechanic, I turned to the apple-cheeked, soft white curled woman sitting next to me.
Let’s see what the Universe wants to tell me about this feeling.
“Can I share something with you?”
“Of course, my dear.”
“My daughter is turning 10 today.” Tears flooded my eyes. “It makes me happy sad.”
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
Parenthood can be quite humbling.*
One of the most confronting parts of being a parent is realizing you are passing down your neuroses/limitations/Cranky Monster baggage to your children.
Many teachers over many years have all taught me the same thing. We are energetic beings in physical bodies. Our energy body/aura surrounds us like a glowing multidimensional egg of vibrational me-ness.
In that aura there can be blockages. Blockages made of past habits, memories, things that trigger us, woundings, fears, etc etc. Rob Wergin likes to call them mud pies. Mucky, dark, heavy glurpy goo that sticks within our aura and blocks energy flow. Meme told me when I was 12 that 4th dimensional creatures live in our auras - called in as helpers when we are afraid or in pain but then they never leave and become a handicap.* Perhaps those two are the same thing.
I spend a great deal of energy and attention cleaning up my personal mudpies - but sometimes I think I splash mud onto you two when I am not thinking.
Read More“Four” Dragon stated.
“Yea, I keep stopping, I don’t know why.” Bean retorted.
“You jumped, but it got caught on the back of your leg… Wait, would you stop? I want to go and grab mine.” Dragon moved towards the stairs.
“Yours is the green one.” Bean called out. “It is like neon green, Dragon.”
“Dragon, I just did five… I almost did six!”
“Hold on Bean, wait till I come back up!”
We purchased the jump ropes in March of 2020.
Read MoreDearest Dragon, you and I are now fully ensconced in the first grade curricula. And, just like your sister, we are having conversations like this.
“This is too hard!”
“I know my love, but they only way to get better at this is to practice, just four more words then we can run around the house for five minutes before math.”
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
I recently ran across an interview with Dr. Tony Nader and Daniel Pink about motivations and rewards. Your Momma was cringing as I listened to their discussion because it dawned on me that all day long I am offering you contingent rewards. As Pink calls them, an “if then” reward.
“If you don’t eat your breakfast we can’t go to camp.”
“If you don’t set the table, I will dock you one strike. As you know, after three strikes you won’t get your allowance.”
“If you don’t do you math lesson, we can’t read stories.”
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
The school bus - both incredibly useful and also a huge teaching tool. Who knew?
When we have time, it is joy to meander down the road, looking at the autumn olives and the late blooming iris (poor thing, right before the frost hits). We hold hands. I sing Waltzing Matilda…
“Down came the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred. Up came the trouperrrrsssss!” I hold the note and look over at the two of you, - perhaps I give your hands a squeeze.
Read MoreDearest Bean,
As the life popsicle of Meme’s brain slowly melts - certain calcified memories persevere. They form the popsicle stick in this metaphor.
One of Meme’s popsicle stick memories is about not being offered the choice to become a serious pianist. Apparently, Meme’s parents were told that Meme had sufficient innate piano ability to become a virtuoso if given the proper instruction. Meme’s parents declined, deciding they wanted her to have a “normal childhood” (whatever the hell that means). Meme did not know this opportunity existed until many many years later.
Even now, she can no longer remember the name of her sister, where she was born, what day it is, but the piano memory? Sharp and intact. “Corinna, I could have been a concert pianist! I would have loved that!! I could have been so good. I love music!”
Read More“Dragon made me do it!”
“I did not!”
“Did to!”
“Wow, this is really fun to listen to. Nobody made anyone do anything. Can we please all take some deep breaths?”
Read More“Look at you. That is some cast. How did that happen?”
Dragon, loud and clear, “My father broke my arm.”
Wait what!? Dragon!
The parking attendant’s face froze. I interjected quickly. “Dragon, your father did not break your arm.”
Indignation retorted loudly, “yes, he did! He hit it with a ball!”
Arrgggghhh
Read MoreYour wide hopeful eyes were big and round. “Momma, can I please have a spend the night with C! Please!”
It might be time for this.
“Hmmmm, let me talk to your father. We will discuss.”
“Okay.”
Read More“Momma, I love the smell of the library.”
“Me too, my love, me too.”
Michelle told us as we checked out, “Corinna, I think this might be the most books you have ever checked out at once.”
Dragon pipes up, “both of our bags are bursting!”
56 books does seem like a lot of books for a woman who avoided public libraries for years.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
We are in full back to school mode. Once again I am juggling what activities to do on what days, laying out my teaching schedule, and sharpening pencils.
Half of the pencils are staying at home and half are going on a bus to our local public school.
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My life vision is to love, be curious, identify my Cranky Monster, and be brave enough to speak from and for The Good.
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