Archive for January, 2008

Sharing the wealth, another dancing Jewel

January 30, 2008

Have you ever experienced a poem so profound that it satisfied something inside you didn’t know was missing?  That’s how I felt  when Darcy’s Spiritual Blog Reviews  pointed me towards Grace over at The Wild Pomegranate  who gifted my soul with Jewel Mathieson’s  poem We Have Come To Be Danced .    Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I immediately purchased Jewel Mathieson’s [...]

What floats your boat?

January 28, 2008

Contemplating the magic of meaning this week has made me hungry to know what brings meaning to your life.   
To begin the conversation, in no particular order or time frame, here are 8 moments of meaning from my life:
1.  Getting a D in Contracts during my one year of law school.  
2.  Slow Sunday morning coffee with my husband.  
3.  [...]

Sacred Life Sunday: the magic of meaning

January 27, 2008

Today I am contemplating meaning.  The magic of meaning is that it can encompass both the present moment and broad perspective.  Last night I savored the kind harmony between my 9 and 12 year old children as they belted out a pop song together in the car.   As I breathed in the comraderie, I offered a silent [...]

Love Thursday

January 24, 2008

 Thanks to Jen Lemen for pointing me in the direction of  Love Thursday.  My daughter painted this when she was about 6. 

Bears and sugar pills*

January 23, 2008

Like a “typical” Northern Californian Mama, I seek a variety of healthcare for my children. When it comes to alternative medicine, my husband and I part company at homeopathy. I like it. He refers to it as “sugar pills”. Tonight over homework, my son and I replayed today’s homeopathy visit with gusto for my husband.
son [...]

Sacred Life Sunday: Choice

January 20, 2008

Today as I contemplate the sacred, choice is whispering in my ear through an experience. 
Recently, I attended the first class my music teacher taught after a sudden unexpected loss.  Well-meaning intentions created an undercurrent of awareness for our teacher’s potential grief.   She wasn’t having any of it.  Instead, just after beginning the class she said, “We all know this is my first day back.  [...]