tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756822813700833572024-03-12T19:34:15.864-07:00One More Timehappynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-43283547108399618722013-02-11T12:01:00.000-08:002013-02-11T12:16:13.131-08:00Morning Intentions<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This melts me. He snuggled his brother as I grabbed the camera.</td></tr>
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In addition to a gratitude journal practice I recently began a morning intention practice. I am grateful to be inspired by the lovely <a href="http://hannahmarcotti.com/">Hannah Marcotti</a>, and especially <a href="http://hannahmarcotti.com/2013/01/27/starting-moments/">this post</a>. <br />
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Every start is different. Sometimes they come right away, and sometimes a while after we've been up. Some come from things that happened the day before, some from my journal, some from the morning mood, both the boys and mine, but all of them from my heart. <br />
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I also love capturing our Starting Moments over at <a href="http://instagram.com/">Instagram</a> (#startingmoments). Another fun thing inspired by <a href="http://hannahmarcotti.com/">Hannah</a>. <br />
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I really enjoy this little ritual and the boys love taking pictures and hearing how much I love them, so it's win-win.<br />
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I recommend sitting with this idea and seeing if it resonates with you as well. It's definitely a game changer.<br />
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Here are some of my first morning intentions.:<br />
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Be kinder than necessary. Stop more often.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pick your battles. Let go.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Just be present and give your attention to that which is in front of you. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lay down your needless worries.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I know that breakups can be painful. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But me, perfection and insecurity just aren't meant to be. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Continue to loosen up.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Let the day unravel at its own pace, and go with the flow. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Release any expectations and worries as they arise.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Stop when my name is called. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Stop even when it isn't.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Have fun.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Don't ever forget that being the change is more important than talking about the change.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">☆</span></span></div>
happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-22553532054286660682013-02-09T20:56:00.000-08:002013-02-09T20:58:22.453-08:00A Mantra from My Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As I lay Bodhi or Z to sleep sometimes I find myself crying. Sometimes out of frustration, anger, or exhaustion, but often out of love.<br />
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It's so easy to get frustrated at bedtime. It's like the final homestretch to unwinding from your twelve to fourteen hour day (more or less).<br />
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Some nights I lay with Bodhi for an hour, or more. It's not that often, but the average is fifteen to thirty minutes. Same with Z. <br />
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Some people think I'm nuts. That's okay.<br />
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The truth is, really, I love bedtime. It's a sacred time between mama and babe. Special one-on-one time with each babe at the end of the day, where special moments happen. When I'm willing to surrender. You learn a lot about one another, and how each of you saw the day. We cuddle and love, and I read, sing, and tickle them, until they fall asleep. Sometimes I fall asleep too.<br />
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But there have been nights where bedtime, with both boys, has lasted over two hours. It's when I start thinking -I'm done. I am so done. Please. Please fall asleep.<br />
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Then one night, I lay there so frustrated, not wanting to get angry, and my heart whispered to me...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">You teach me to be humble.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">You teach me to surrender.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">You teach me unconditional love.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you. Love. </span></b><br />
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I cannot tell you how often these simple words have centered me, and saved us. <br />
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It is good to remember, any time any of those anxiety producing feelings arise. It stops me. Sometimes it brings me to tears. <br />
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It reminds me of just how precious and amazing they are, and what this moment can be, if I only let it.<br />
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Really, every moment is.<br />
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Thank you, <a href="http://www.karenmaezenmiller.com/">Maezen</a>, for showing me, that my life is my practice.happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-16262900894989680692013-02-01T08:52:00.003-08:002013-02-01T08:52:55.530-08:00This Moment <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-29622135340637817512013-01-21T17:01:00.002-08:002013-01-21T17:10:54.071-08:00AngryWhen you are angry, try acting opposite to the immediate normal reaction that you might want to unleash.<br />
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The one that you are pretty sure doesn't work because the results often aren't pretty at all.<br />
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The not constructive anger. <br />
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The <i>angry</i> anger.<br />
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The one that you sometimes hold in to let simmer. Sometimes simmering makes you sick.<br />
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So do the opposite. Do something nice.<br />
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I promise you will be pleasantly surprised.<br />
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I have found that it often makes me feel better.<br />
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Who knew?<br />
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P.S. It's not the me feeling better that means the most, it's everyone feeling better, because we're all in this together.<br />
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</span>happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-34936669964142683462013-01-15T21:00:00.001-08:002013-01-15T21:00:06.816-08:00To-Do ListMy to-do list has a few interesting items tucked away in it. <br />
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These are <i>very</i> important activities that I can't pass up.<br />
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I don't want to forget them, in the midst of every other "important" thing I have to do.<br />
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Play.<br />
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Rest.<br />
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Sit down.<br />
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Meditate.<br />
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Drink water.<br />
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Sleep.<br />
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Stop worrying.<br />
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Look around, pause, take it in.<br />
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Say, "I love you."<br />
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Relax.<br />
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Go outside.<br />
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Make something.<br />
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Stop.<br />
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Now doesn't that feel better?happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-30918916666946006952013-01-09T11:41:00.001-08:002013-01-09T11:41:49.435-08:00Dear Facebook, and Virtual Universe<div style="text-align: center;">
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I've been thinking a lot about my energy. <br />
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How it flows inside me and out. <br />
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As I left acupuncture this morning I thought about how I am responsible for how my energy flows, within myself, and out in the world. I thought about how maintaining it isn't always easy, but it's so important that I am aware of it, and where and how I choose to let it flow, because I believe we always have a choice. <br />
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There are so many ways we look at and describe our energy - meridians, chakras, auras, moods, physiological responses, etc. Most days, for the most part, my energy and thoughts are constructive, and happy, peaceful, loving, and flowing like a clean river, but some days it's more stagnant, frustrated, angry, and/or toxic. I am usually aware of either of these, and I am not one for extremes, but I prefer extreme love and peace to anything else, but as we all know, it's not always that way. My energy and moods ebb and flow.<br />
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I try to share more of the "good" than the "bad", but I want to always share the truth, and experience, and that which I feel can help everyone, including me. Forgive me if I have trespassed against this promise.<br />
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Sitting my butt on the cushion is still the best medicine I know. <br />
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Acupuncture is pretty dang awesome too.<br />
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I guess where I am going with this is that I have been thinking about my energy in virtual spaces. I feel connected to one another, but would be more happy to see you face to face, and our eyes meet and we hug and talk, smile, laugh, cry and come together. But that's not always possible. But what is possible, is how I choose to share my energy here. <br />
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Sometimes I need some space holding and love, and I am grateful for you to help me. I really feel you. Words can be powerful. Sometimes I feel that I have love to share and somehow that seems more complicated. <br />
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"Am I sharing too much? Am I interjecting too much opinion? I want to share my experience and relate to you, but I don't want to put words in your mouth, or make it seem as if I think I am right. There is no one way." <br />
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I want my love and presence to be felt, really felt. So sometimes I click "like" or give a <3 or a few simple words to let you know "I'm here for you. I love you." Sometimes I go off and type a whole paragraph or two, hit enter, and think, "Was that what I <i>need</i> to say? Does that help or make something better?"<br />
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I hope I have never over-offered my opinion where it is not wanted or needed, but in reality, I am sure I have, I know I have. That is something I am really really working on -what words I choose, the time I choose them, and what energy is attached to them. <br />
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I am always learning. I am always brining in new vocabulary, and letting other things go, and I have also found that shapes how I interact. <br />
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I just want you to know that I really love this space, and there are a lot of different people, and sometimes it feels a bit noisy, but it still feels rather homey. I want to be responsible for the energy I bring. I'm letting my guard down and being vulnerable right now. <br />
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I could say more, I could say less, but here's my heart on the line. <br />
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This is simply how I feel about me, and I wanted to share my thoughts. <br />
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I hope you still love me no matter what, because I still love you.<br />
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ALL MY LOVE,<br />
Nichole<br />
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P.S. Penny for your thoughts?happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-15907035739126974972013-01-08T10:51:00.003-08:002013-01-08T10:53:42.979-08:00The OceanLast night I dreamed<br />
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of standing alone, </div>
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at the edge of the Ocean.</div>
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The Sun had just set,</div>
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and the Sky was painted, </div>
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deep periwinkle with a hint of lavender.</div>
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The crescent Moon shone high above</div>
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the endless horizon.</div>
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The Waters stretched into eternity.</div>
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Stars glittered above,</div>
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each one the seed of a promise.</div>
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The spray of the Ocean filled my soul,</div>
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and I lingered, as we merged.</div>
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The Beach was covered in sacred jewels,</div>
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stones, shells and grains of sand,</div>
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dimmed under the light of the Moon</div>
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but each one a color of the Rainbow.</div>
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I moved forward as the Waves touched my feet.</div>
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The blessing of Holy Waters.</div>
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I knew in that moment</div>
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that everything is possible,</div>
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I am right where I need to be.</div>
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Sitting in the ebb and flow.</div>
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Merged with eternity.</div>
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Here.</div>
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Now. </div>
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Forever.</div>
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happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-31622065263807579152013-01-04T07:29:00.001-08:002013-01-04T08:21:08.519-08:00The OnionTend.<br />
Grow.<br />
Choose.<br />
What else?<br />
Peel.<br />
Chop.<br />
Cry.<br />
Boil.<br />
Simmer.<br />
<br />
Set a timer.<br />
<br />
Return to find a symphony of love.<br />
The one you created.<br />
The one you loved tenderly.<br />
The one you dreamed of.<br />
Season it or don't.<br />
Maybe I will.<br />
Maybe you won't.<br />
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Now let's sit, and feast.happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-37929898877613376362013-01-03T07:20:00.001-08:002013-01-04T07:29:25.928-08:00You Know the Kind of PlansYou know the kind of plans.<br />
The ones that spring forth<br />
in the heat of an argument.<br />
Burning desires<br />
unleashed,<br />
unburdened,<br />
set forth<br />
among the questions of<br />
"What the fuck are we doing?"<br />
and "Are we holding up our own end?"<br />
What end?<br />
We don't know.<br />
We never know.<br />
We just do,<br />
and do,<br />
and do,<br />
and do.<br />
<br />
You know the kind of deal.<br />
The one we circle around.<br />
The one unwritten,<br />
unsigned,<br />
unexamined,<br />
invisible,<br />
with no liberty or justice for all kind.<br />
The one meant to be<br />
unbroken,<br />
re-written,<br />
and written,<br />
and written,<br />
and written.<br />
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A guide through shaky waters,<br />
torrents,<br />
and currents.<br />
The life boat<br />
that doesn't exist<br />
because you're always treading,<br />
and needing,<br />
and grasping.<br />
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Why don't you stop a while?<br />
Float.<br />
Breathe.<br />
Slow down,<br />
and look around<br />
at the endless expanse<br />
of what you'll never know,<br />
and always know.<br />
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The life.<br />
<br />
You know the kind of life.<br />
The life that is yours.<br />
The life that is mine.<br />
The life that is ours.<br />
The life<br />
that we love.<br />
Together.happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-59122720269472523162013-01-02T16:57:00.002-08:002013-01-02T17:04:16.285-08:00More and LessOver the last few weeks I have written down things that I would like to focus more deeply on.<br />
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These are things I already do. It's not really that new. It's things that I can do more of, once I let the things that matter less slip further away.<br />
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It's all about making space and sending my intentions out into the universe, and holding myself more accountable. <br />
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It's about deepening my connection to what matters most -my children, family, friends and community.<br />
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It's about not wasting my time, your time, our time. <br />
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So, in no particular order, without further ado...<br />
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<b>MORE: </b><br />
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Being present, and giving my <i>full</i> attention.<br />
Butt on the cushion.<br />
Making art.<br />
Journaling.<br />
Writing. <br />
Poetry.<br />
Letters. The real kind.<br />
Thank-yous.<br />
Connections and gatherings.<br />
Giving. <br />
Gardening.<br />
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Nature.</div>
Cooking and baking.<br />
Reading. New things. More stories. More poetry.<br />
Letting go. This is so wide, and means so much, on so many levels.<br />
Focus on wellness and holistic living, herbalism, and essential oils.<br />
Better sleeping habits.<br />
Photography.<br />
Using my senses.<br />
Honesty and vulnerability.<br />
Focusing on our goals (more on this later).<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_990121006">Trust.</a><br />
<a href="http://courage./">Courage.</a><br />
Compassion & self-compassion.<br />
Using my hands.<br />
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<b>LESS: </b><br />
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Online time and technology -putting the laptop and phone down way more often.<br />
Talking and giving opinions.<br />
Staying up late.<br />
Comparing.<br />
Worrying.<br />
Clutter.<br />
Busyness.<br />
Idleness.<br />
Excuses.<br />
Yelling.<br />
Anger.<br />
Complaining. Especially without action or solution.<br />
Accumulating unnecessary things.<br />
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So here I go. <br />
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Out of my heart, listed in my journal, and into the universe. Again. <br />
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What about you?<br />
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<br />happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-62703797597512087912012-12-28T14:06:00.005-08:002012-12-28T14:06:40.171-08:00New Year Joys<br />
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Happy new year! <br />
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The last Full Moon and a brand New Year is looming, and Solstice, and the Holidays right behind me. It's time to reflect a bit. <br />
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We had a pretty slow December, as far as meet-ups go, so we are ending with a bang -we had a full house of Mamas and Babes today, with three brand new babies, and ten kiddos running wild, ooh, what a treat. I just love it! I just love my circle of beautiful loving mamas and their precious super fun babes.<br />
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It's one thing I'd like to continue to build -a tribe and circle of women and mamas to grow, learn and expand with.<br />
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I am excited about the prospect of a whole brand new year ahead of me full of love and chances, growth and wisdom, sitting and running, peace and chaos.<br />
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I feel a shift in our world, full of love, and hope, where we're all thinking about what's best for us all, not just ourselves. I believe that by taking care of our homes, we are taking care of the world. Light your candle right here, and illuminate the whole world with love.<br />
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Last year it seems that the word of the year was <b>discovery</b>. Discovery of myself, what I am capable of, and how to mother two boys, take care of everyone and myself at the same time. I made it out alive and wits fairly intact. Whew.<br />
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This year, 2013 it seems like the <a href="http://www.veronicafunk.com/1/post/2012/12/word-of-the-year-wisdom.html">words</a> that come to mind are <b>trust</b> and <b>courage</b>.<br />
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<b>TRUST</b><br />
...that things happen with time.<br />
...that things are as they are meant to be.<br />
...that I am enough.<br />
...that they are enough.<br />
...in myself.<br />
...in others.<br />
...in love.<br />
...that I have strength and capability.<br />
...that I can't push the river.<br />
...that with or without a plan, it's okay.<br />
...that my heart will guide my hands and actions.<br />
...that what I need is right here.<br />
...that the seasons will guide me.<br />
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<b>COURAGE</b><br />
...to be.<br />
...to act when it's time.<br />
...to leap.<br />
...to fall, even without a parachute.<br />
...to take chances.<br />
...to learn new things.<br />
...to step outside of the box, or at least lift up the lid.<br />
...to get back up.<br />
...to be still.<br />
...to be vulnerable.<br />
...to be who we need to be without worrying about what anyone else is doing.<br />
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I'm excited to receive my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62542580/your-sterling-silver-hand-stamped">word(s) of the year necklace</a>, hand stamped by the lovely <a href="http://stacydelarosa.com/">Stacy De La Rosa</a> of <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/bellawish">Bella Wish</a>.<br />
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I have stepped into a circle at home with beautiful women and mothers. I feel surrounded by love, support, and family. I am supported by amazing women, who unconditionally love one another without judgement, who can listen, love and get it. Women who only want the best for everyone, and themselves. <br />
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I am a part of the <a href="http://www.soulodge.com/">SouLodge</a> community, with <a href="http://pixiecampbell.typepad.com/">Pixie Campbell</a>, and numerous other incredibly inspiring, loving women, where I can grow further as a woman, mother, artist, wild woman, and naturalist and walker of the medicine wheel. You have four days to <a href="http://www.soulodge.com/annual-membership/">join me</a>! Come join us under the flap.<br />
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I am also in the midst of the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/105771522/apothecary-circle-certificate-in-home">Apothecary Circle</a> with <a href="http://lauraemily.typepad.com/">Laura Emily</a>. I am excited to learn more about holistic learning, herbs, and healing. I will have the opportunity to become <a href="http://lauraemily.typepad.com/laura-emily/2012/12/exciting-news-.html">accredited</a> in many different areas. I'll follow my heart and see where this leads me. Please come in, you have until the end of the year to <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/105771522/apothecary-circle-certificate-in-home">join us</a>. <br />
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I'm excited to also release a bit of my grip and let Z explore some more, without Mama. I am always by his side, and of course I always will be here, but he's ready to step into a few more things, and explore himself without me always watching. It's not easy for me, but I sense that he needs to do more away from home, and still stay at home with me. I'm working on it. <br />
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I'm ready to jump in. <br />
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I feel the pull of the new year, and the release of the last one, and it feels good.<br />
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How about you? <br />
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Do you have a special word for 2012 and 2013?<br />
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Do you have any special plans for the next year? I'd love to hear it. <br />
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Love, peace and light to you. <br />
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xoxo<br />
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<br />happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-46937467031944972872012-12-21T11:17:00.003-08:002012-12-21T11:17:54.662-08:00Winter Solstice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-84217618467457450102012-12-17T12:14:00.004-08:002012-12-17T12:39:37.370-08:00The MonarchsIt's no secret that I love butterflies and fairies, so of course I've shared that love with the boys.<br />
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Last Spring we were at my mom's friend's house and she had a lovely Mexican Milkweed plant with monarch caterpillars munching away. In the background along her wall and fence were gorgeous green chrysalises adorned with gold specks. I fell in love, while Z peeked around and fell in love with her cats, Butterball and Loki.<br />
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My mom called a local garden center, <a href="http://www.gonursery.com/">The Great Outdoors</a>, and waited until they had some Mexican Milkweed in their nursery. We were stoked and headed down there with the boys. They only had a handful left so I got one yellow and one orange.<br />
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We headed home to plant them after wondering around the gorgeous plants, discovering friends from the park while meandering, playing near and feeding koi in their awe inspiring pond, and admiring the wind chimes that are as big as a small car. <br />
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I put one in the boys' garden and one on the side of the house.<br />
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We lovingly tended to it all summer long, and awaited the return of the M<a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?q=monarch+butterfly+migration&um=1&hl=en&sa=N&tbo=d&biw=1041&bih=626&tbm=isch&tbnid=tPFEUwWkB9Xz0M:&imgrefurl=http://www.fs.fed.us/wildflowers/pollinators/monarchbutterfly/migration/index.shtml&docid=aK0trq2Dnb50PM&imgurl=http://www.fs.fed.us/wildflowers/pollinators/monarchbutterfly/migration/images/fallmigrationmap.jpg&w=559&h=334&ei=aavIULexMajW2QXNwYDwDg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=178&vpy=172&dur=1794&hovh=173&hovw=291&tx=161&ty=61&sig=118002463953356919244&page=1&tbnh=137&tbnw=222&start=0&ndsp=18&ved=1t:429,r:2,s:0,i:132">onarchs</a> as they migrate from up North through Texas on the way down to Mexico for the winter. It's an amazing sight to behold during October as thousands upon thousands of monarchs flutter through town and stop to chow, pollinate our lands (thank you Monarchs!), and lay their eggs. <br />
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Since the Mexican milkweed is their host plant, and they loved all our other flowery plants, several came by and hung out in our garden.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the day after Z's fourth birthday, October 22</td></tr>
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I was careful not to water the leaves as the eggs were delicately placed under them. We kept vigil, eagerly anticipating the caterpillars and soon enough, the plant was crawling with them. <br />
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We watched them grow and grow, getting fatter and fatter, until one day most of them had disappeared from view and had built their chrysalises. A few died, and we lovingly buried them in the garden.</div>
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Instead of looking the cycle up, I thought we'd just observe like the scientists and existentialists that we are. Every day we headed out to see if anything had changed. </div>
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I figured that Nature knew what she was doing. She always does. We usually have really cold weather by now, so rest assured, I headed out to soak the gardens and my plants so that I could cover them later, as usual. </div>
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I noticed a monarch struggling on the ground. </div>
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My first thought was, "Aaaw. He looks hurt or sick."</div>
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Then, "Why is there a monarch here in December?" <br />
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I got down closer and saw his wrinkled wings and immediately knew what just happened.<br />
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This precious being had just birthed out of the cocoon. <br />
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All I could do was pause in awe. And remember what an amazing journey had just taken place right in our yard. There are miracles everywhere, but this one seemed so special, since we had watched and waited for over half a year, patiently expecting it. I love <a href="http://jenastrong.com/2012/04/29/threat-of-transformation/">Jena Strong's words</a> about the metamorphosis process.<br />
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After a few moments I called for Z to come witness our blessing. <br />
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He ran outside and I asked him to gently put his hand out, and let it crawl on if it wanted to. He was so eager, but so patient, and he did as I asked him to, and lo and behold, it did. He was just giddy with excitement. <br />
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I explained that our first huge cold front was already on it's way, and the butterfly is ready to fly south, but it has to grow first. I pointed out it's still crumpled wings, and then decided to witness the miracle, instead of talk about it. There's always time for that. It fluttered to the ground where I asked him to help me place it back on the Milkweed and it could finish the expansion process from there. <br />
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Before we knew, it had fluttered off, to continue it's journey.<br />
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I stood in awe the whole rest of the day.<br />
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Every day, we are born and reborn, so many times, in so many ways, in constant flux. <br />
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We grow, transform, expand, and spread our wings and fly when it's time. <br />
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We are the cycles of nature.<br />
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When we pay attention to nature, we are paying attention to ourselves and what we need.<br />
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I am so grateful that we witnessed it all. Every single step of the way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Look, Mama, he loves me!!!"</td></tr>
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happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-7029575872813607222012-12-11T13:27:00.003-08:002012-12-11T13:27:32.830-08:00The Hot Cocoa Incident of 2012<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A friend passed down this camo outfit. It finally fits!</td></tr>
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Last night, Z wanted to go outside as the sun was setting, right as dinnertime was approaching, and Daddy was about to be home. I suggested that we eat dinner, and go have a special hot cocoa night <i>outside</i>. We could run around and play during the super cold dark night. Sounds awesome, right?<br />
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He was stoked! <br />
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Dad came home, "Dad!! It's Daddy-dude night and we're going to have hot cocoa <i>outside</i>!!!!"<br />
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These are the things we remember as children, the special things we do together as a family.<br />
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We ate dinner then I got our clothes ready. Of course, even though he wanted to go out, didn't want to get dressed. I reminded him a few times as I warmed the milk, and finally he was dressed. Yes! <br />
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He asked which cup was his. I asked which one he wanted. I smiled and pointed, "That's your cup." <br />
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The curious four-year old that he is, of course he grabbed it to look at it. I wasn't looking, and hot cocoa went <i>everywhere</i>. I guess I forgot to tell him his cup was full of cocoa. Oops. It splashed from his face, to his toes, into a puddle at his feet, down the counter, on the counter, and hit every dish on the way down. Thankfully, it wasn't super hot.<br />
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He was devastated. He was covered in cocoa, and of course thought he had lost all his cocoa to top that off. Immediately, tears welled in his eyes, and I just saw the sadness. I could feel my heart ache for him. "My cocoa!!! Now I don't have any more cocoa!!! And it's all over me. Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" <br />
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I got down to him, "It's okay. It's just an accident." (A really sucky, super messy accident, but an accident) "Take your shirt off. Go get a new one. I'll clean this up. It's okay." I smiled. Tears continued to well up, and it just broke my heart. He took a deep breath.<br />
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Daddy came in and witnessed the mess. I could see the frustration. I explained that it was an accident. He didn't want to go outside, "He doesn't even seem to want to go out. Why are you pushing this?"<br />
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I knew he was tired and wanted to chill. Deep breath. <br />
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"Because, he does want to go outside. He just waiting on me to get the cocoa made, and get us ready, and then we'll go out." <br />
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He walked off to help Z find his coat, shaking his head and mumbling. I just took a deep breath, and cleaned the mess, and it was a <i>mess</i>. <br />
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But that's what I do. Mama Been: mess cleaner.<br />
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It was dang near Bodhi's bedtime by now, but he was feeling the energy and excited.<br />
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Finally, the cocoa was finished! <br />
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I snagged my coat, got Bodhi's on and we headed out. <br />
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They dashed out the door, ready to play under the stars on the wintery night. I thought, "Bodhi doesn't even remember cold like this. Damn, it's <i>cold.</i>"<br />
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Bodhi was excited and ran for the bikes. Z, my little dude with a sweet tooth, sat down for cocoa. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Itty bitty marshmallows.</td></tr>
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They were adorable, so bundled up, and so excited. I took a few pictures. I said to Daddy, "Keep an eye on Bodhi." I went to snap a picture and BAM, Bodhi grabbed the hot cocoa and spilled it. <br />
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Both boys cried. <br />
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The crying stopped when Z realized it wasn't <i>his</i> cocoa, and Bodhi realized it wasn't really <i>that</i> scary. Whew! Thankfully only his hand and a small spot on his pants was wet. <br />
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It was my cocoa, of course. That's fine. <br />
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Dad was done. "I'm going inside." <br />
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We chalked it up to just a crazy night, and ran to swing under the stars. <br />
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We drank cocoa in the tiny house, climbed the playscape, slid a few times, went to swing on the big swing together, all cuddled and bundled up, and by then sweet Bodhi was super tired, and hands and face were so cold. <br />
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It's a funny thing about little people. They strip their gloves, and hat, and <i>feel</i> the cold. It's so new to them, even if it's a little uncomfortable, they appreciate the novelty of it. I love seeing the world through their eyes, with their great appreciation for such small things. <br />
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We called it a night, and with the promise of heading out again in the morning, dawdled all the way to the door. <br />
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I could see the tired smile on the boys faces, and it brought a smile to my face. We peeled off the layers, and headed up to get ready for bed. Bodhi fell asleep first, then I headed in to read with Z. <br />
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He fell asleep a happy boy.<br />
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I've never been a fan of cold, but when there are two small boys reveling in it's joy and mystery, it makes me love it. There are so many things I didn't appreciate, and overlooked, and made up opinions about, without ever feeling it, before I had children. <br />
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I love these boys.<br />
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They open my heart, and open my eyes, and see everything as special and something to appreciate, especially the simple stuff, and even when everything is covered in sticky hot cocoa.<br />
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<br />happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-23413394552573106112012-12-04T14:46:00.001-08:002012-12-04T14:49:15.956-08:00Love = Attention<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mama and Z riding the ferris wheel together at the Christmas Fair</td></tr>
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In the last several months, and especially the last several weeks, Z has said "I love you" with increasing frequency. So much that the last few days I really paused to reflect on it.<br />
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The other afternoon, I noticed that he does it especially when he knows that he has my full attention. He feels my presence, and we are doing things together, not just side by side. <br />
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It's also his way of expressing gratitude. He's saying, "Hey, I'm glad for this, right here. I love you. Thank you for being here."<br />
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He says it when I am listening to him, taking into account his point of view, and not forcing feelings or my point of view on him.<br />
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It comes out when I respect him, and his space, and allowing him to make his own choices, and learn through mistakes and trial and error.<br />
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He utters it when he knows that I see him as his own person. Not just a son, a brother, but Z.<br />
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He says it out of the blue. Out of pure love.<br />
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This shows that love really is attention.<br />
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I love this boy more than the universe. He has my heart in his hands.<br />
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<br />happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-5453638469178368102012-11-30T07:23:00.001-08:002012-11-30T07:25:58.830-08:00Cooking & Baking Season<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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During the summer, I must confess, I am not super inspired to cook. Staying indoors, over a hot stove and near a hot oven, in a hot state, while just plain hot, drains me. <br />
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Plus I'm slow, and even with prep, it takes a while. You can't rush awesome, and if it's made with love, it takes time. <br />
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Of course we also have to account for tiny hands, requests, fusses, and messes, 'cause that's how we roll with two tiny boys! <br />
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To top that off, who wants to be indoors when we can be playing in the sunshine until dang near bedtime!<br />
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Enter the Fall Equinox, and the Winter Solstice that looms ahead. <br />
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The slowing down begins. <br />
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The winds shift.<br />
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The cool Fall breezes come, we're back into the full swing of preparing, and loving hot meals and baked goodness of all kinds. We're not just scrambling for leftovers and what I have in the freezer, or (gasp) getting something to-go. Ahem, sometimes a little too often. <br />
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We're ready to slither indoors late in the afternoon, after we've soaked up as much radiant sunshine as our sweet faces can absorb.<br />
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Our bodies demand warmth, and hearty nourishment, three warm meals a day. Warm breakfast and dinner are the best when the cool weather slows us down. It fills our belly, and we relax, and release, and prepare for our slow beginning or nightly mini-hibernation.<br />
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Just like my Grandmothers' homes, ours smells like food all day. I just love the idea of the boys living in a home where we do all the work, and they bare witness to the being a part of the mysteries of our rhythm, and preparing that which nourishes and sustains us.<br />
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So far this week, we've cooked up a rich vegetable soup, fresh veggies, put the Thanksgiving Day ham bone to good use with a huge pot of butter beans, and just finished a huge pot of beans and rice. I'm ready to make another huge batch of <a href="http://zscuisine.blogspot.com/2012/08/spaghetti-sauce-vegetarian.html">spaghetti sauces</a> -one veggie and one meaty. Most of the pie is gone (wipes tears) so we'll be making sweet something soon.<br />
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We love it. <br />
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Warm hearty meals are so good for the soul.<br />
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What are your favorite hearty wintery meals?<br />
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When we're sick or under the weather, our world slows down.<br />
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And we stop.<br />
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We take care of only the bare necessities, rest, and whatever we have left, play around with.<br />
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I was taught how to take care of myself, and my little ones by my loving, caring Mom. <br />
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I remember getting scolded when I worked for actually staying at home to rest when I was sick. Imagine that! I remember thinking people that came to work sick, when they didn't have to, were a little nuts, and risked getting everyone else sick. But I listen to my body and my gut, and when we're down, <i>we stop</i>. <br />
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I'm not one to push us really. We know our pace, and the pace of nature, and we honor and respect that. We're rarely rushed, and hardly over-scheduled. And we're happy that way.<br />
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We can do things according to our calendar, but easily take up an offer that makes us smile even bigger.<br />
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Another way to say it is, we play by ear.<br />
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Monday we felt a off. Just not totally there. We chilled around the house, rested around, and played outside. Then that night before bed I thought "I wonder if we are getting sick?" <br />
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Sure enough, on Tuesday, I woke up to an unhappy, sad and extra tired baby, and a not so spunky boy. I felt tired, so we took it easy, played downstairs after not hardly touching breakfast. <br />
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Before I knew it, sweet Bodhi was laying on the floor on a toy and said "ni ni", closed his eyes, and started to fall asleep. At 9:30! Beyond a doubt, I felt what was coming. <br />
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I held him and he nursed, and as he fell asleep in my arms, and rested long and deep, while Z and I built a whole city, complete with every superhero you could imagine. I also made some vegetable soup, so that we could just call it a day!<br />
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Then, the sweet baby woke up with a fever. <br />
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Sick babies are so so sad. <br />
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I nursed him, and we rested, rubbed on some Thieves Oil and Oreganol. Ate as much as we could, and on and off, we napped, and lazed around.<br />
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It always drives a mama a little nuts when her boys don't want to eat, but they know how to listen to their bodies, admittedly, better than me sometimes. <br />
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Thankfully, yesterday, we arose with timid smiles, and Daddy was off, so the day was good.<br />
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I am grateful that we honor our body's rhythm.happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-32905857987114327002012-11-24T10:40:00.002-08:002012-11-24T10:40:32.748-08:00How Do You Do It? <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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As a mother of two small children, I am often asked, "How do you do it? Aren't you tired all the time?"<br />
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I love, play with, adventure with, feed, bathe, tend to, problem solve, prevent meltdowns, deal with meltdowns, keep them occupied, encourage, observe, help sleep, help go back to sleep, cuddle, nurse, clean a 2,000 square foot home, find tiny snippets of time for myself to relax, and create, and organize, and a few breaks here and there, and heaven knows what else, for about 14 hours straight each day.<br />
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My first instinct is to laugh. <br />
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There is no response but, "Yes. You just do." <br />
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It really is as simple as that.happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-61951589700791236812012-11-22T08:24:00.001-08:002012-11-22T08:24:49.817-08:00Thanksgiving Day!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Making a vegetarian version. </td></tr>
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**Order among chaos.</div>
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Being organized, so that leaves room to help</div>
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and not flip out!!**</div>
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**Making tons of dressing, mac and cheese, green bean casseroles, pie and a ham, </div>
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and it doesn't feel so much like work, but just what I do.**</div>
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**Neighbors taking family walks.**</div>
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**Children playing.**</div>
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**LOVELOVELOVE.**</div>
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<i>If you are curious about my gratitude journal, here's <a href="http://onemoretimemama.blogspot.com/2012/11/thanksgiving-day-one.html">Day One</a>.</i>
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happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-71090546453754893062012-11-21T16:54:00.002-08:002012-11-21T16:54:29.460-08:00Thanksgiving, Day Twenty-One<br />
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**You -friends, and family.**</div>
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**A husband that loves to spend time at home, and with his family.**</div>
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**Two gorgeous boys, that are growing as sweet and kind, as they are beautiful.**</div>
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**Our comfortable, beautiful home.**</div>
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**Good healthy food for our table, and a growing garden year round.**</div>
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<i>If you are curious about my gratitude journal, here's <a href="http://onemoretimemama.blogspot.com/2012/11/thanksgiving-day-one.html">Day One</a>.</i>
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happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-68149315408277478442012-11-20T13:10:00.000-08:002012-11-20T13:10:09.462-08:00Thanksgiving, Day Twenty<div style="text-align: center;">
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**Heart-felt smiles, returned from a stranger.**<br />
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**Strangers that go out of their way to help you.**<br />
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**People that pack groceries right.**<br />
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**Being *this close* to finishing that huge to-do list.**<br />
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**Making the time to sit on the cushion on a busy day!!!**<br />
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<i>If you are curious about my gratitude journal, here's <a href="http://onemoretimemama.blogspot.com/2012/11/thanksgiving-day-one.html">Day One</a>.</i></div>
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happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-92042449639952853082012-11-19T11:55:00.001-08:002012-11-19T11:55:07.332-08:00Thanksgiving, Day Nineteen<div style="text-align: center;">
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**Babies.**<br />
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**Silly boys.**<br />
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**My children will eat anything, and love healthy food, and despise most junk food.**<br />
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**Daddy is off for a whole week!**<br />
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**A freshly mopped floor, by one wonderful husband.**<br />
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<i>If you are curious about my gratitude journal, here's <a href="http://onemoretimemama.blogspot.com/2012/11/thanksgiving-day-one.html">Day One</a>.</i></div>
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happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-81260785981761346282012-11-18T09:59:00.001-08:002012-11-18T09:59:32.408-08:00Thanksgiving, Day Eighteen<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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**Birthday love from near and far.**</div>
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**Delicious birthday dinner made by Mom. </div>
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Vegetarian lasagna, gorgeous salad and orange chiffon cake.**</div>
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**Mysteriously the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/105771522/apothecary-circle-certificate-in-home">Apothecary Circle</a> group began on my birthday eve!</div>
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This is one of my birthday presents and it officially starts on the New Year!**</div>
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**Lovely new <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Complete-Book-Herbs-Practical/dp/0140238026">Herb Book</a>.**</div>
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**Gorgeous Fall Flowers and silly cards.**</div>
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<i>If you are curious about my gratitude journal, here's <a href="http://onemoretimemama.blogspot.com/2012/11/thanksgiving-day-one.html">Day One</a>.</i></div>
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happynikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03730082505038569248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875682281370083357.post-24103561567920809322012-11-17T09:26:00.005-08:002012-11-18T16:54:50.446-08:00Intentions + Thanksgiving, Day Seventeen<br />
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Today is my own personal new year, my 32nd birthday. <br />
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I am grateful for my life, my children, family, friends, and all the beautiful, amazing people and creatures that I share this life with in this gorgeous universe. Every moment, whether up or down, truly is a blessing.<br />
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The Universe provides me with quite a beautiful show each year with the Leonid Meteor shower. <br />
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Also, for my birthday I signed up for this <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/105771522/apothecary-circle-certificate-in-home">Apothecary Circle</a> (thanks Mom!), and surprisingly, even though it doesn't start until the New Year, a group was created on my birthday eve, and the invitation sent to dig in already. <br />
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I'll also be enjoying a home-cooked veggie lasagna and orange chiffon cake made by Mom tonight, on my beautiful <a href="http://www1.macys.com/shop/product/fiesta-dinnerware-16-piece-set?ID=309519&CategoryID=53629&RVI=Browse_2">new dishes</a>. <br />
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What a lucky girl I am; I couldn't be more elated.<br />
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I'm also celebrating by setting my intentions for the year, and reflecting upon the <a href="http://onemoretimemama.blogspot.com/2011/10/intentions.html">intentions</a> that I set last year. They were a silent guide, that I checked back in with from time to time. They were with me every step of the way, and will be the remainder of my life, because they are a part of me, and always have been -I just have to remember them sometimes.<br />
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Intentions seep out of my heart, and deep into the marrow of my bones, to chart the course for what lays ahead. They're remembering what's important, and where I've been and where I am going, as well as where I am right now.<br />
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These intentions are purposely open-ended, with space around them, accepting and ready for what comes my way. <br />
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Every day is a new day, and we can never have too much love in our heart.<br />
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**Honoring every being, space and moment as sacred.**<br />
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**Unconditional love.**<br />
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**Attention.**<br />
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**Breathing.**<br />
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**Sensing. **<br />
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**Patience.**<br />
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**Connection.**</div>
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**Not rushing, or being too busy.**<br />
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**Offering help, and not being afraid to accept it myself.**<br />
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**Non-judgemental awareness.**<br />
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**There's always time, space and room.**<br />
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**Know that no matter where I am or what I am doing, </div>
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that I am right where I'm meant to be, and need to be.**</div>
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**Know that <i>this is enough, </i>right here, right now<i>.**</i><br />
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**<a href="http://www.karenmaezenmiller.com/">My life is my practice.</a>**<br />
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**I am whole.**<br />
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