cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
*The following post contains elements about eating behaviors that could feel triggering. I have been walking around hungry most of my life. Food was just inches away, yet it did not feel like it was accessible. Not to me. This is true because there was so much more that I wanted. I didn’t just want…
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“Well, look at you, Mimi!” These words tumbled out of my 18-month-old grandson’s mouth as I walked into the room wearing black-and-white striped PJ’s.
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“But now there is one more invitation: to let go of the last handhold-the handhold of the self we have created in response to the wounds of our life in an imperfect world-and freefall into what seems like the utter silence of the void.” -Ruth Haley Barton I knew these words were for me.
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It was my high school German teacher, Herr Wooden, who, upon my graduating, brought to my attention that I take life too seriously.
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Being present is a struggle for me. Growing up in a chaotic and angry home, being present wasn’t safe. I hid.
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I knocked on the door of my parent’s house, tears streaming down my face one dark February night.
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When I first read the question, “Can I Come?” the next phrase that carried into my thoughts was, “And Will I Bring Myself Fully?”
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