The Tape-Covered Gift

The other day I told Orlando to stop acting like a two-year-old.

I heard the words come flying out of my mouth — in frustration, out of mis-expectation, and in the end, weighted with meaninglessness. As if I could sprinkle magic maturity dust upon him, as if I wanted to.

Later I had the idea to give myself some homework. I decided to watch home videos of him when he was two years old.

I woke up early and turned on the computer. I was inundated with hundreds — thousands! — of photos, of both kids, back from ancient times. I was laughing and crying, and Rom, who was trying to get some work done, came over and joined in.

Turns out (no surprise!) that Orlando wasn’t acting like a two-year-old, because a two-year-old is a tiny baby. So little and talking all mish-mouthy with a squeaky voice. Two years old is a different animal, rounder and softer, so directly imitating me and his Papa, talking in two-word sentences and pointing a lot, with very big eyes.

And it turns out that Orlando has really only been ever “acting” one way: himself. My god, it was amazing to watch a video of a child at two, and then be downstairs at the kitchen counter and have the same child, seven years later, walk in and say the exact words I watched him say onscreen only moments ago!

And then to carry that holographic image of the two-year-old all day, to see the chub of his cheeks around those now-big teeth, to hear his floppy feet slapping the floor amidst the assured, smooth gait.

To remember, once again, how these kids are somehow always whole and wholly themselves while constantly forming and maturing and changing. And to remember how much we laughed — oh, the antics!! Tying every scarf in the house around their bodies, eating ice cream while simultaneously signing “more! more! more!”, how every word out of their mouths was a gift wrapped in crooked paper with a hundred pieces of tape — incredibly endearing and so, so sticky.

It’s such a cliché, isn’t it? To not make them grow up too fast, to stay alive to the people they are and to do our very best to honor them and nurture them, and to never forget to laugh, and to be kind.

Well, I’ll take it. I’ll take the tape-covered gift, hold it in my hands, and I won’t get stuck. I’ll unwrap it slowly, and we’ll keep moving along, continually making way for our always-selves.



The Goodies: Double Issue!


The Goodies…

Been a while, hasn’t it?

Here’s what I’ve been finding enlightening, entertaining, moving, meaningful…

:: a sweet children’s song based on the lovingkindness practice

:: following your passion, into the tree tops

:: “thank you for allowing me to feel human

:: why we shout in anger

:: 100 kisses

:: don’t be such a lunch bowl!

:: mindful body

:: the sensitive ones

:: i cannot begin to explain the depth in this piece, which is why it’s a good thing pamela is such an extraordinary person who writes so well

:: the joys of getting lost

:: i love shelley

:: this song


Top referring sites

The Earth Sanctuary
A nature reserve and retreat center — sacred spaces.

6512 and Growing
growing food and a family at 6512 feet

Lauren Luquin
intuitive artist, poet, and lightworker

Thank you!

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Today, outside my window
We watched the hail coming down as we sat on the couch, reading our new library books. Orlando is completely captivated by The Mistmantle Chronicles: Urchin of the Riding Stars.

I am thinking…
seems like I am doing lots of memes/theme type posts these days. : )

I am thankful…
for how I am beginning to understand my journey in this life.

in the kitchen…
simple cooking up of veggies — the first asparagus, and giant beets, a rutabaga rummaged from the drawer, and broccolini. An attempt at a rhubarb crisp but realized I have no strawberries! Tomorrow.

I am wearing…
jeans, the shirt I slept in, a sweet brown cardigan, and a pair of my ever-present smartwool socks.

I am creating…
a wonderful life, a rich inner life, more rhythm in our days (standing firmer and more gentle somehow).

I am going…
to get out of this house tomorrow, with kids in tow on some sort of grand adventure! We have been housebound with illness for way too long.

I am wondering…
if (when) I will go to graduate school, what I will study, what my path will look like, but mostly I am filled with wonder that a path is appearing before my eyes and that I am following the call to follow it, even though it may look differently than I thought.

I have been reading…
about lovingkindness and compassion. And the body/brain/wellness connection. Some books I have been dipping into, dog-earing, reading cover to cover:

Lovingkindness: The Revolutionary Art of Happiness by Sharon Salzberg
The Art of Forgiveness, Lovingkindness, and Peace by Jack Kornfield
The Mindful Path to Self-Compassion by Christopher K. Germer


Kids Beyond Limits: The Anat Baniel Method for Awakening the Brain and Transforming the Life of Your Child with Special Needs by Anat Baniel

I am hoping…
for lots of outdoor time this summer (camping!), for continued personal and professional growth, for ever-deepening love and friendship with Rom, for my children to be profoundly satisfied with themselves and life…

I am looking forward to…
more Hakomi! I just finished a four-day training module and my last one will be in two months. And then, on to certification!

I am learning…
the importance of intentions, and about how to spend time with emotions (again)

around the house…
we are piled under books (mine and the kids’!) and a bit stir-crazy from being indoors. Outside we see spring springing all around us and are grateful for the warmer air.

I am pondering…
what a long gig this parenting thing is.

a favorite quote for today…
A poem from this weekend.

“Scientists find universe awash in tiny diamonds”*

But haven’t we always known?
The shimmer of trees, the shaking of flames
every cloud lined with something
clean water sings
right into the belly
scouring us with its purity
it too is awash with diamonds.

“So small that trillions could rest
on the head of a pin”*

It is not unwise then to say
that the air is hung close with diamonds
that we breathe diamond
our lungs hoarding, exchanging,
our blood sowing them rich and thick
along every course it takes
Does this explain
why some of us are so hard
why some of us shine
why we are all precious

that we are awash in creation
spumed with diamonds
shot through with beauty
that survived the deaths of stars

~ Pat Mayne Ellis

(* quotations found in a newspaper clipping on the subject)

one of my favorite things…
sitting in bed, relaxing, and looking out the window, quietly alone. Which I rarely do. Which I did this evening.

a few plans for the rest of the week:
to be outside, to see some friends, to get my haircut, to keep reading our good, good books together. To continue my daily meditation practice.

a peek into my day…










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