Reflection time

Its been a bumpy ride arriving home 

I'm making the most of the time 

when the rest of the house is asleep

 to catch up and meet myself.

To pause long enough to hear myself

A new dance

A new tune

And I'm celebrating what I already know.

What I already practise 

Reflection time allows the soul to rest.

One of the fears that can stop me in my tracks, 

numb me and paralyse me, 

is the fear that I am messing up. 

Bit of a far reaching fear that 

(can be applied to nearly all life situations!)

My life path has been to mother 4 children.

 paralysis is simply not a healthy option, or a practical one. 

I feel really blessed by this! 

They urge me on through blood and tears 

To get with the game and keep on keeping on.

If I fear that I am messing up,
I can spend time focusing on what I am getting right.
And that flicks the switch and buffers the negative drone.

What does your list look like?

Return to Oneness

Love and peace

A

Look Here!

 My prison cell has been one of yearning for More, 

always imagining there to be something I am missing, 

something I need to find.

And today I make a promise to myself

 to be curious about my life, about mothering, 

about our experience of home educating, 

about home.

Because there is Likely to be a way to Enjoy it, 

to be enriched and feel Full within it, 

when I simply stop looking elsewhere, and Look Here!

Look Here.

To the Babe at my breast, 

the fleas in the loft, 

the bubbling breakfast on the stove, 

the dawn chorus joining me this morn.

I Am Mother.

Fierce, loving, 

foolish, forgetful, 

forgiving, reenergised, 

happy, twisted, 

Dancing Mother.

Welcome to my Blog

Namaste