Life's little lessons

Hi Andrew, apologies I've been absent but you know me- come and go and around again. Labyrinth should be my middle name. Live and learn, twist and turn, it's life not a recipe... right?

Our latest social fiasco brought with it another opportunity for me to warm to the reality that my ability to take a sensitive aware approach to life is often limited by my "bull in the China Shop" disposition.

Your gift to me of sensitive awareness has developed so much in my personal life. This strength continues to grow in my social interactions, it's a muscle that needs flexing and exercise. Thank you for helping me compassionately learn that my instincts are important, my feelings are valuable, and my senses are there to guide me through this journey called life.

Although so many of the "feelings" I've learned with you include pain, grief, frustration, and anger you've also brought me the opportunity to honor the feelings of confusion, awareness, concern, doubt, curiosity, and even contentment. My honoring of you and of these emotions is the axis of my growth.

Please be patient and lend me your support for this growth. You are loved and appreciated, thank you for your gifts of life and your gifts of wisdom, although they come with discomfort they come with much reward.

Happy New Year

Has it really been this long since I logged into this space? Where did December go? Did it go out the door with the dried but beloved Christmas tree? Did it go out to the curb with a variety of spent wrapping paper waiting for the big purple truck to take it to it's final resting place? Did it go down my throat along with all the other caloric treats that once appeared on our cabinet top or my in-law's table? Maybe it went onto the shelves where the collection of new toys and entertainment arrived for my children? Or maybe, it went into the ornament box that was tucked away with that beautiful collection of carefully wrapped decorations. Each with its own story and tale.

Wherever it went, I was seriously absent from this special space and I've missed it. Maybe my hangover resulted in a need to withdraw from the intensity of December?

Who knows, but Happy New Year. Time to reflect and share again. Time to take some moments with you Andrew and me, mommy. In that warm and special place that knows moderation.

Happy New Year.