It’s the first Monday of the month, which means my column, Off the Mat: Reflections on the Practice of Parenting, is live on the Hilltown Families blog. This month, I write about my son’s rainbow sundress. Look for me the first Monday of each month, sharing more about how yoga influences my parenting and vice versa. […]
Spent Tuesday at the beach – a stretch of sun and sand, a welcome break in our land locked life. Arrived just before high tide in the morning and packed up not long after low tide in the afternoon. The time in between was devoted to castle building, as planned, and to serendipitous community building. […]
Thunderstorms tonight. M freaks out less if he can see it, I’ve learned. So we push the couch in front of the sliding glass door and watch the light show. What if it comes closuh? You’ll be ok. What if it comes wight above ouw house? You’ll be ok. It’s just energy and sound. What if […]
Taking a yoga class, the teacher is describing the witness within us. Asks us to observe with wonder, like a child observing the night sky for the first time. I had to laugh, recalling M in the back yard, observing the milky way for the first time. “Wow. That’s a really big mess up there.” Laughter […]
For a few days in high summer we have access to a pool. Two year old M is drawn to the “deep water” yet refuses to go in. While the grownups swim laps or splash from nearby, he sits on the side. “No go in today.” Our last day, I finally coax him in. He […]
According to my 5 year old, in prison: people have to wear scratchy clothes. all the food tastes like soap, or brussels sprout soup. you can only ask two questions each day.
M is on the changing table – soon to be a thing of the past knock on wood – and puts his squirmy wormy legs up the wall next to him. “Wawk up dere, peese.” states my oddly polite 2 year old. “Walk up the wall?” I confirm his intent. “Peese. Wawk up dere and […]
As the last morning school bus goes by, sending this out for the teachers, parents, students and growers among us. The Seven Of Pentacles Under a sky the color of pea soup she is looking at her work growing away there actively, thickly like grapevines or pole beans as things grow in the real world, slowly […]