I still don't know if anyone really reads the musings here, but some encouraging words from a friend prompted me to get my fingers moving. It's been a bit of a wild ride these past weeks and I'm just starting to catch my breath. January was a blur - I thought I was really prepared for G to be away again, but my optimism proved to be wildly misleading and so the first month was a slog. It seemed I couldn't get ahead of life enough to look up and see what was coming next. Then in mid-February, just as we were adjusting to him being home again for a few weeks, we got news of a new addition to our family. The 'telling' suddenly seemed like an overwhelming prospect. Adoption is like that I suppose... every milestone is met with anticipation and excitement, but also the prospect of responding to dozens of well-meaning questions about the whole process. We were also really aware of wanting to share the news with Amelia in a way that supported her processing it before ...
I'm inspired by a friend and fellow blogger to share the following poem. I learned it at a labrynth retreat at Naramata summer as I was in the process of making some important decisions about my life. The workshop was incredibly powerful, thanks to an amazing facilitator and her attention to balancing the creation of space for us individually and the creation of connection within the group. We read this Elizabeth Carlson poem in a round (one line each around the circle) before walking the labrynth one day. It stills inspires and calms me. What the Heart Wants My heart wants an open field, a lake a path leading deep into the woods My heart wants a book with no last page a candle burning simply in a dark room My heart wants your heart beating where I can feel it your warm bearlike embrace smoothing the wrinkles underneath my skin My heart wants a window facing the ocean and an endless summer day filled with imagination My heart wants to ride horseback into country I have never seen M...
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