One of the most obvious ways my woundings show up for me is in my relationship with my children. Which isn't to say that we have a terrible connection. It's to say that I feel a gap between what I know to be true, and how I behave with them.Read More
My kids have remarkable faith in me. This occurred to me after an incident the other day.
My two year old came to me, wailing, after her brother had offered her an apple for a snack. (I know, sweet generosity sometimes sends me into a puddle of tears, too).Read More
So the morning went like this:
Wake up, work out, pranayam (fancy word for breathing fancily), meditate.
Shower. WASH MY HAIR (which in and of itself should earn me a medal...