” Practicing yoga doesn’t mean you answer your questions. It means you learn to live with your questions, rather than having some kind of righteousness that you have answered them. You remain open -minded all the time, because there may be another possibility you havent considered. ” Donna Farhi
“With what shall I bless this baby?” asked the angel. And the angel blessed her with a radiant smile, discerning eyes and a compassionate heart. “With what shall I bless this child?” asked the angel. And the angel blessed her with dancing feet, a musical soul, and helpful hands and ears tuned to the young and the old. “ With what shall I bless this young person?” Asked the angel. And the angel blessed her with an adventurous spirit, a curious mind, and with words of righteousness upon her lips. And then the angel said, “I have given her all that an angel can. I have given her a song and a smile and feet to dance and sensitive hands and a tender heart. Now I will give her this prayer: As she has been blessed, so may she , through all the days of her life, bestow blessing upon others. “
– I don’t know where this came from, but I love it.
and everything changed. her whole life. my whole life. the depth of love only other moms understand.
I carried this beautiful light of an angel for 41 weeks.
inside of me this child of mine curled up cozy & filling me with love.
so much love.
I was loving her the whole time.
I spent hours talking to her , practicing yoga with her, sitting in meditation with her, singing kirtan with her & fully devoting myself to this new role.
and then she was here. a life changer.
she is lil omm. all the love I have for her I poured into a center where we could wrap our arms around these experiences. new, scary, natural & perfect. with tears and hugs and smiles.
our own hearts grew and over time our babies grew.
like no words can describe.
this journey that we are so blessed to be on. I held her hand and rubbed her back, stroked her hair and changed her diapers. I read story after story and spent all this time cultivating an intentional relationship with her.
maybe i over parented? maybe I under parented? maybe I used me heart to guide the way.
I was proud when she potty trained and felt overwhelmed with joy when she met her baby brother for the first time.
“mommy, i think i’m falling in love with you” oh Saylor, I know the feeling.
Prayer for my daughter
by Karen Maezen Miller
May she be happy
May she sing, and make up songs
May she be safe, and feel safe
See shadows only for playing
May she seek and find
May her smile always find reflection in my own
May I find in her name the measure I need
And give give give.
Watching You, Watch Me.
She Watches Me
always mimics what I say.
watching my every move
plucking my gray hair.
She wants me to sing & dance.
We play, play, play AND practice yoga and laugh while on my mat…
then she calls it HER mat.
She watches me when I fight with her dad or
when I AM BEYOND frustrated with her brother.
She watches me when I cry to my friends on the phone for a long time.
She watches me
meet new friends
hug new moms
breastfeed her brother
hug my dad
eat my veggies
interact with strangers
love my earth
put on my seat belt
I want her to see me
inspire, love, live with grace, compassion and patience.