Comments on: Relating peacefully

By: You Can Ask Me How It Is

You Can Ask Me How It Is — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 03:13:36 +0000

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By: Samantha

Samantha — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 23:49:42 +0000

I’ve been a fan for a while, although haven’t been reading nearly as much because I’ve been lost on my journey. Other things have been taking my attention. But I’m feeling a need to come back to this. I love this new site. I smiled very big when I read the Rumi poem. I love that one. It makes me think about life. About being a teenager. I think that was when I was most tapped into my truth.

Sam

By: Why Sweet Sky?

Why Sweet Sky? — Mon, 23 May 2011 23:59:36 +0000

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By: The Irony Will Set You Free

The Irony Will Set You Free — Tue, 17 May 2011 15:21:28 +0000

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By: stacy

stacy — Mon, 16 May 2011 15:31:10 +0000

Thanks, Rebecca! I really like Mama-Om too! No one ever asked me what it meant.

I started out just wanted to move Mama-Om over to wordpress but I was feeling stuck and the process of renaming the blog began itself. I guess you could say I “allowed” it to happen. Not without a bit of sadness, though, about leaving behind Mama-Om. It was unexpected but felt right. Thanks so much for your message.

By: rebecca @ altared spaces

rebecca @ altared spaces — Mon, 16 May 2011 15:23:24 +0000

“When I let it in and when I really feel it, it is like a swelling tide. I let the waves roll inside of me and they grow me.”

I was looking for a reason for the name “sweetsky” and then I found this post. This sentence in particular captures me. This idea of allowing is profound.

I try to let go and I get no where because I’m trying so hard. Also I like to hold on. I like to hold on to the people I love, to my dog, to the stones I find along my walk, so letting go has always been difficult for me.

But allowing, like allowing that wave of life to wash over me? Yes. That makes more sense to me. That kind of letting go helps. Let go of controlling, no the loving. Pick up the stone but not the direction. It all makes a bit more sense.

Love this new open sky for you. Can’t wait to paint clouds here with you.

Though, I have to admit, I really like “Mama Om.”