D'var Torah

Parshat Bo, Exodus

We are members of a very unique synagogue, called Kol Sasson.  It is an egalitarian minyan. This means that although it is

orthodox in its service, the men and women lead equally.  This is not the norm.  Usually only the men lead orthodox

services.  We also do not have a specific rabbi to always lead services.  The members all step up to lead.  This means that

each Shabbat I am surrounded by super smart, extremely well read and very independent thinkers, both men and women.

It is a very inspiring way to spend Saturday mornings.

This past Shabbat, I gave the D’var Torah.  (this is like a sermon in Christian terms).  In Judaism we read a certain portion

of the Torah each week.  Jews all over the world read the same portion on the same day.  So I was speaking on the story Bo

in Exodus.  This begins right before the plague of the locusts.  I will share what I said here:

Listening to all of you give D’var Torah here over the past several months has been very inspiring.  Each one has

been so thoughtful and unique.  You also all sound very smart.  The way you pull from all different sources and tie

it all together.  One of the things I love about Kol Sasson is that we don’t rely on just one storyteller, one point of

view.  This format of taking turns and stepping up to share ourselves makes it feel much more like a discussion

than a monologue.  It is Collaborative storytelling.  

So when Rebecca asked me to take a turn, I was deeply honored and horribly intimidated.  I really wanted to be a

part of this story but knew I would have to cover some distance and conquer some fear to get there.  At least, this

is the one part of the service that is in English.  That part I felt confident I could do!

So I began.  I read Bo very carefully.  I read different commentaries.  I tackled Aviva Zornberg and Rabbi Hirsch.  I

began to write.  

It was a complete flop.  

I realized as much as I would like to get down in the weeds and come up with something brilliant sounding, it

wasn’t gonna be me and it wasn’t gonna work.  I had to work my own system of putting the books away and

listening to what comes from the heart.  Then find the courage to share it.   

When I put away the books, crumpled up my drafts and sat quietly, the first word that rose up was    STORY

We learn through stories.  We remember through stories.  We heal through stories.   We connect  through stories.

We create through stories.  We ARE stories.  

All our photo albums are an attempt to capture and remember our stories.  When we sit together with friends over

a meal we connect through trading stories.  People come to me in therapy to heal their story.     

Exodus is not just a powerful story.  It is the greatest story of all time.  It is the original story of Freedom.  And it is

OUR story.  

This is so important that God takes great care to teach us how to create and tell this story as it unfolds.  

God first shows us how to  be intentional about our story.  God tells us what he is going to do throughout Exodus

and then he does it.   The lesson I take from this, is that it is not enough to just think about my story and enjoy it

for myself as a fantasy.  I must set my intentions and then put them into action.  

God  teaches us is that we all have the right to a story of freedom.  That oppression is created from fear and that

story NEVER ends well.   It may take standing up to bullies to defend that right.  We may have to be fierce.  For

ourselves and others.   It is never too late.  Even if we are 80 years old, we have the power to stand up for

freedom.  

God shows us that when we create our story out of fear, we create the very thing we fear.  Pharoah was afraid of

a leader rising up to free the Israelites,  so he acted in ways that helped create that very thing he feared, within his

own house.  

The Israelites were a whole nation and complete generation of people who were raised with fear as their task

master.  They lost their gift of creating their story of hope and freedom.    They could not remember how.  So God

had to come down and show them.   God had to create and leave for us a lasting story.  A guide how to create our

story.  One that would not be forgotten, but passed down for generations.  

Even Moses,  the hero in the greatest story of all time, was burdened with fear and doubt all along the way.  Just

when it seemed like fear and doubt would win the battle inside  Moses, encouragement and support showed up.

Either from Miriam or Aaron or God himself.  

Before the locust plague Moses has doubts about how this story is  going to turn out.  God reassures him by

making a distinction.  It is here that God says, I have hardened Pharaoh’s heart.  He makes it clear that he is still

the story teller.  HE is in charge of this story.  And where Moses’s imagination for what is possible  is limited,

God’s is not.  

He explains that is important to imagine, intend, create and tell a story so powerful that it will be told and

remembered for generations.  It will serve as a lamp to light the way through the darkness.

We even get very explicit instructions on how to re-tell the story through the Passover Seder.  Down to what to

eat, how to sit and what to wear.  

God is telling us, and at the same time showing us first hand the power of creating and telling our story.  A story

powerful enough to  beat back slavery, fear, darkness and even death.  

Do we contain this power?  The power to create a story of miracles and wonders?  A story that can overcome fear

and oppression?  A story that can beat back darkness and even death?  

I would argue yes.  We have a spark of God within us.  Not only do we have the ability to create through story.

But it is our right.  It is our heritage.  It is our responsibility..  And it is necessary for Tikkun Olam.  

There are modern day stories all around us.   Those who created their own powerful story.  Nelson Mendella, Eli

Weisel, Victor Frankle, Mother Theresa,  just to scratch the surface.  I am sure you can think of several without

even working too hard.   

These people are not different from us.  They are not figments of our imaginations.  They are real.  It is not that

they are immune to fear, anger, hatred or doubt.  What makes them the  narrator of their story is that took these

enemies head on.  They faced down fear with strength and faith.  They conquered hatred with hope.  They

refused to be enslaved.  They believed in the right to freedom.  They created light out of darkness.  Not just for

themselves but for all of us.  And that story is so powerful that it will be told for generations.  

So how do we face our fears and find the path to freedom?  How do we create our story and bring forth our

miracles into the world?

I am still working on this piece myself.  I am trying to hear the lessons given to us in Exodus.  I am looking my fear

in the face to find the clues to my slavery.  To where I am not free.

I was afraid to speak to you today.  But I decided to face down that fear and do it anyway.  Every time I thought

my doubt and fear would win, Rebecca was there to encourage me.   I was afraid to go back to work after 17

years of being a stay at home mom.  My imagination was limited as to what I could possibly create as a career for

myself.  Leah Rubin loaned me her imagination.  She Believed in what was possible, when I could not.  And then

what was created was was even bigger than that.   

We all have the right to be free.  

We have the spark of God within us to create our story of freedom and faith.  To bring forth our miracles into the

world.

We need to dream our story as big as we possibly can.  Where our imagination is limited, God’s is not.

It will require we look our fear in the face.  It is the clue to where we are enslaved.

We must consciously set and share our intentions then enact them.

We may have to stand up to bullies.  Even if we are 80 years old.  It is never too late.

And when it looks like fear and doubt might win–we must encourage each other.

Shabbat Shalom

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Happy New Year!!

This is what having kids will do to your house

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I took this picture before our New Year’s Eve dinner party to try to remember what a clean, organized house looks like. Two days of work for 5 minutes of clean.  (We had a wonderful time by the way)

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It is a nice illusion but this is the reality of what having kids will do to your house!

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This is not even including the messes!

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It’s a good thing they are cute!!!

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A spiritual journey

Lost at Sea

Your dreams speak up when you begin the work of the heart.   I am not sure why, but I was warned to watch out for this to happen.

I dreamed last night of being away with Richard at a conference of some sort.  His not mine, as he is the breadwinner with the career at this point.  I am not sure my imagination can construct it the other way around.  It was a beautiful place near the ocean.  The weather was warm and tropical.   I could feel the pressure to conform and perform, as we headed to our room to get dressed for dinner. He may have felt more pressure than I, being in the spotlight of his career.   I felt the pressure that comes along with looking and playing the part of  a ‘good’ wife.  My hair was ‘done’ and my clothes carefully laid out.  Yet,…

The ocean called to me from the window.  I could smell the salt and hear the gentle roll of the waves.  I could feel the warmth of the sun after it hits that peak of hot and begins to settle into something more full and round.

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I thought, “I will just go out for a few minutes.  It will be okay if I just don’t get my hair wet.”

I found a raft and began to float.  The water was so calm and comforting.  The sun covered me in a blanket of ‘the just right’ temperature.

I fell asleep.

I woke up to realize I was lost.  I didn’t even know I had fallen asleep!  Not only was I lost, but I woke up just in time to ride huge roller coaster waves that crashed me onto an ancient deserted beach.

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Along with getting my hair wet, I ended up stranded on this glorious shore completely naked!  Somewhere along the ride, I lost my clothes.

At first, I was upset that I was lost, stranded, naked and having a bad hair day.

But, I couldn’t hang onto that misery, because it had to move aside to make room for wonder.  I began to look around in awe.  This beach was full of huge beautiful shells and mystical creatures that I had never seen outside of stories.  As I walked up the beach to begin to find my way home, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do about having no clothes.  I began meeting people and asking them which way to go.  They were so friendly as they began to show me the way.  Some of them walked with me a bit, and others just pointed me in a direction.  Each time I did this, the scenery changed and I found a new part of the town, or village to explore.  No one seemed to notice I was naked. Maybe they just didn’t care.  I didn’t care any more either.   It felt kind of good.  Free.  I also began to enjoy being lost.  I stopped worrying about where I was headed and started enjoying where I was.

I am not sure if I ever found my way back.  The last thing I remember before I woke up, was walking barefoot (yes and still naked) eating some delicious, delectable treat from a street fair.

As for Richard…

I hope he got lost too.

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A Work in Progress

Living From The Heart

I just finished a four day workshop called “Awakening the Illuminated Heart”.  It taught us how to go from our head filled with doubts and fears to our hearts where there is no fear.  Only unconditional love.  It was powerful and hopefully life changing.  If I can hang on to it!

As I connect with my heart I instinctively know it is time for a rest.  The weather here is a lot for me.  My kids have been sick and I am tired.  I am alone caring for them during the week.  I feel the need to be kind and easy on myself.  I feel the need to connect with my family.  I need a rest right now.  And yet…

I latched onto fitness and running as a powerful tool to pull myself back on my feet after a hard time.  It was a life line.  But it also took driving myself pretty hard to make it happen.  This is something I am a little too good at I am afraid.  Driving myself too hard.

Since finding fitness and running I have only been able to take time off to rest when it was FORCED.  Either by injury or illness.  So now I want to choose to take a rest.  I guess what I am working on in my head is “Why is embracing rest so damn hard for me?”

Here is what I came up with.  I think I went a slower easier pace naturally as a child.  My family likes to joke that I have one speed and one speed only…SLOW.  I was a skinny little bookworm.  A favorite day for me was sitting on my couch with a pile of books and not moving until I finished ALL of them.  Or spending the entire day at the barn with my horse.  Or the beach or the farm.  I don’t remember getting bored much.

But somewhere along the way I got the message to speed up.  That I was going too slow.  So I tried to adapt to the faster speed.  I FORGOT my natural pace.

I came in the house the other day thinking about something I had not gotten done and feeling inadequate.  I had an “aha” moment.  I realized that I never ever focus on what I have accomplished in the day.  I mostly focus on what I did NOT get done.  I actually think of myself as slow to move, slow to get motivated, slow to accomplish anything, slow to focus and get things done.  I really see myself this way.  And in our society slow equals bad.

I am always feeling the pressure to do more, more, more.  Drive, drive, drive.  Never let down your guard or let yourself have down time.  Be here and there on time.  Go go go.  I look at other moms and see what it looks like they accomplish on the outside.  It makes me feel like I get absolutely nothing done.

Yes, there is a lot I don’t get done.  But I think it is time to slow down to my natural pace.  It is time to look at what I do accomplish.  I sit every single night for over 2 hours with my kids reading, talking and praying with them.  Rubbing their backs and sitting with them while I put them to bed.  I never watch TV or accomplish anything after 7pm.  By the time I get done, I am either asleep or comatose!  That IS something and I think it is time to look at what I am pouring into them.  They might not be in a lot of after school activities or be accomplished musicians, but this is not something they seem to want right now anyway.  They just want free time to be with family and friends.

This week while they were sick, I just let us sink into comfort and recovery.  I let go of the “shoulds”.  Like making them suck it up and go to school until they could prove they were sick with either fever or vomiting.  I took the time to really look into their eyes and feel how these little creatures naturally live from the heart.  I didn’t drive myself to run and work out.  I let it go.  And it felt so incredibly good.

I am fighting back against that nasty little voice that likes to drive me.  The one that feeds on fear.  The fear that I won’t get back to the running.  The fear that I will get old and frumpy.  Of course I will.  As Frank Forencich http://blog.exuberantanimal.com/ so wisely said, “remember death and loss are on your agenda”.  No matter how hard we want to deny it, no amount of fitness will prevent it.  Frank went on to say, “Develop your health so you can give it away”.  I think it is going to take letting it go to get it back.  Not letting go of my health, but letting go of this addictive drive for health.  Other wise it is just another form of enslavement.  Something else to measure myself and come up short.  No I want to choose it…from the heart.  From that place of pleasure and joy.  Not fear.

I did this yesterday and it was such a pleasure.  I snuggled in bed with my kids as long as they wanted.  We made pancakes from scratch.  We played.  I don’t know the last time I just sat and played with them, frankly.  There is always to much to DO.  That “has” to get done.  We watched a movie in the middle of the day, then they went out and played in the snow after dark.  I showered just so I could change into clean pajamas.  They were happy.  I let myself listen to that and enjoyed resting too.

Sometimes I forget to listen to their happy sounds and follow that path.  My own forgotten path.  Usually I am listening to the something we “should” do in my head.  I interrupt that pleasure of just being to push them to rush off to something no one really cares about.  I hope I can hang on to this.

It is possible that by resuming my natural pace of slow, I will accomplish more than when I am always trying to push faster, faster and end up so tired.  I wonder?  I just so want to hold onto the love of the heart that gives us the real connections.  I know that I can do this.  I just have to remember what I have let myself forget.

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opportunities for connection

Parks Aren’t Just For Kids You Know

Taking your kids to the park is something all of us parents do.  We all have our reasons.  They range from “It’s good for them” to “If I don’t get these little monsters out of my house in the next 10 minutes, I am gonna go insane!!”

Historically, I have leaned toward the latter.  I need a break.  I need a break from the wild animals that I am working on training into civilized beings.  I need them to be wild animals outside, instead of on my furniture.  I need them to be wildly loud outside instead of in my ear.  I take them to the park and turn them loose.  Then I find a bench, park my butt, and my eyes glaze over.   Oh I am paying attention, don’t worry.  Ok, well, I look like I am paying attention.  It has been years of perfecting the occasional nod, and “Wow”, “I see you!”, “that’s amazing”, “good job”!  My brain goes into that mode where you pick up red alerts like someone getting ready to fall off a roof, but the rest of it gets tuned out and you get a much needed rest…for a minute.

I would like to say that this is a very noble reason to take your kids to the park.  In fact, I would go as far as to say that more parents should practice this valuable “park meditation while watching your kids” method.  We might see a reduction in yelling, swearing and parental frustration in general.  Happy mommy = happy family.  But in this paranoid helicopter parenting culture, nobody wants to admit to a practice of how to take their kids to the park and not pay attention to them.  Even though there is a small group of rebels that does participate in this practice.  I will not name names ladies.  Your secret is safe with me.

But starting this past summer I found another, just as valuable, reason to go to the park.  To work out.  With my kids!!

I came to this discovery as I was searching for answers to my own training needs.  I needed to cross train for running and injury proof myself for those long runs I am now addicted to.  I have no time to myself.  My kids need to move and play and get fit.  I came across MovNat.com.  I began to research this full body movement in nature way of getting strong.  It made sense.  What if?  What if there was a way to work out WITH your kids?  What if we could play together, bond, and I could knock out that work out all at the same time?  The answer:  The Park.

I never knew I could have so much fun at the park.  I never knew I could be so challenged in my fitness by my very own children.  If you don’t believe me, just try to keep up with your kids at the park.  If you can do the monkey bars a hundred million times in a row and climb on top of the buildings and shimmy up the trees like they do, then stop reading right now and go pat yourself on the back.  You rock.

The first time I played follow the leader with my kids on the playground, they literally shook with joy.  When I did a few face plants and the splits trying to vault over a fence like they were literally floating over, we laughed like we haven’t in a long time.  When I couldn’t keep up with them, it motivated them to do more.  I have never been so impressed with their ability and fitness as when I tried to do what they do.  Wild animals are apparently in pretty good shape.

Parks aren’t just for kids anymore!  Here are some pics from the super fun MovNat workshop I helped collaborate on in October.  Yep, that is a bunch of grown ups playing at the park!!

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And we were all super sore after.

Although it does help to be at the park with a kid or two, it is not totally necessary.   You will just find that you get a few weird looks.  Frankly, I get those WITH my kids.  But I am sure it has nothing to do with how goofy I look trying to climb up to the top of the swing set.  Or because I am arguing with my kids over getting my turn on the monkey bars.  I have convinced myself it is just because those other parents are jealous of all the fun I am having.

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Seriously, being outside, moving with your kids (or without), having fun, laughing and getting fit can actually all be accomplished at the same time.

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Come join us for the next MovNat workshop, December 7th in the Forest Preserve.   Learn how play, lift, pull and even shoulder/carry a tree!!!  That will impress your family.

Visit http://www.emergencewellness.com for details.

And if you can’t, don’t despair.  Just take your kids to the park and let them teach you how to move.

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Believe it or not it was a

Happy Halloween

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I went back and re read the last post I did on Halloween.  “No More Halloween”, November of 2008.  The title gives it away.  It was a blur of madness, mayhem and meltdowns.  (mine included).  As I am reading the words I wrote, I can hear the exhaustion in my voice.  It brought back the memory of actually breastfeeding Zeke as I ran to keep up with my crazy kids (Hannah 2, Micah 7, Noah 12)

Then there is an absence of posts about Halloween until now.  I think it is because Zeke then became mobile and those Halloweens are just better off repressed into my subconscious.

Well, I have turned a corner.  In spite of the fact that it has taken me a month to write about it,  Halloween was a different and quite pleasant experience this year.

Halloween trick or treating, 2013… no one had a meltdown over their costume.  They WALKED around our neighborhood, taking good care of little Zeke along the way.  No near fatalities running in front of oncoming traffic.  After one street and a moderate amount of candy they were ready to come home.  No meltdowns.  (just had to repeat that)  They poured out their candy, traded, shared, ate some and then we sat down together and watched a movie before bedtime.  Noah was too old to be interested, yet willingly took the candy rejects from his siblings.  Sounds idyllic right?  Are you waiting for the catch?

Frankly, I was too.  I was walking around my neighborhood thinking “Am I dreaming?  Is this the Halloween I have been trashing all these years?  WHAT IS GOING ON????”

Then I started to relax and enjoy myself.  It had just rained and the neighborhood literally sparkled with all the lights.  People were happy.  Neighbors chatted.  My kids got to have the experience of knocking on strangers doors (yes those very strangers we freak them out about) and experience good people that they DON’T KNOW who spent their hard earned money to go out and buy candy for kids they DON’T KNOW!!!  On a night that has a reputation for ghosts and goblins.  Ok, we did stay away from the creepy houses.  But that was an exercise for them in common sense.  They practiced saying hello without their parents right on top of them.  They practiced saying thank you.  They got to see that there are mostly GOOD people living in these houses next door.

I think I have changed my mind about Halloween.  Maybe it is an opportunity to teach our kids that knowing HOW to talk to strangers is a valuable skill.   Maybe it is a time of connecting in our communities.  Something we don’t do enough of these days.  Maybe it can show them that all those monsters they imagine aren’t so scary after all.    Maybe I was just plain tired and worn slam out those other years.  Too stressed to be able to look around and enjoy my world.  Maybe when your youngest turns 5, life shifts a bit.

Well, there you have it.  I am just as fickle as every body else.  My verdict this year is:  Halloween Rocks!!

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MovNat on the Lake

Put the FUN back in Fitness

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Happy Monday everyone!!  I just wanted to share an amazing workshop that I am collaborating on and participating in on October 20th, 9:00 am to 12:00 pm on the lakefront.   I have been collaborating with Dan Houlihan, certified MovNat trainer, (yes that is actually him doing that magnificent handstand)  for the past 8 months or so on how to help people take movement and physical challenge and use it for personal transformation.  This has been a fun process and this workshop is part of what has evolved from this teamwork.

Dan has a wealth of experience helping folks assess their strengths and imbalances, learn how to “work smart” v/s just working hard, create physical challenges right in their own backyards and put fun back in fitness.  The only prerequisite for this workshop is a love of the outdoors, a willingness to have fun and learn about yourself.

 ALL of us have greatness inside us just waiting to be revealed.  Physical movement and challenge is a powerful tool and vehicle to access this amazing inner spirit of ours.   By making movement more about fun and adventure than simply another chore to get done during the day,  we can access this path of personal growth and transformation.

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I hope you can join us!!

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A balanced sensory diet

A Wilderness of Sweets

I am a city girl now, living just north of Chicago.  A short train ride away from the loop.  Everything always bustling and beeping and impatient.  Don’t hesitate for even a nano second when the light turns green or else!  Hurry, hurry, hurry.  This is not my nature or my pace.  I have been dubbed “the tortoise”  by pretty much everyone related to me.  I am not so sure they always mean it as a compliment.

Eustice Conway,  a local legend from NC written about in  “The Last American Man” by Elizabeth Gilbert, dedicates his life to teaching children how to live in harmony with nature.  Part of his speech to school children is, “You live in boxes, but I live in circles”.  I grew up only partly in boxes.  And those boxes rarely had heat or air conditioning!  Mostly, I lived in circles.  I spent most of my childhood in NC at the beach, on the farm, or at the barn tending my horse.  Those circles get inside of you.  The boxes just never feel right after that.

So in spite of being a city slicker now, I am always finding myself lured seductively towards nature.  It just seems to call to me.  Then I find myself immersed and totally surrounded.  It gives me peace.   It touches and soothes something deep inside me, like home.  As I read “Last Child in the Woods” by Richard Louv I am validated by what he calls ‘nature-deficit disorder’.  This generation of children is growing up without an intimate relationship with nature.  They know more about the global threats to our environment than what creatures live in the forest preserve down the road.  They know the names of more TV shows than trees growing in their backyard.  I suffer from this disorder too!  Especially in the cold Chicago winters.

So when we have 65 degree sunny days in October I take full advantage.    I rebel against wearing shoes.  I only put them on once today when I ran 4 miles in the woods.  This patch of forest is my oasis.  I go and drink it in heavily.

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This was my only company there this morning.  I am always wondering why I don’t see more people here?

I went from there to meet my colleague and MovNat trainer, Dan Houlihan, in a field near Zeke’s school to finish a movement workshop we are collaborating on together.  This included full body natural movements and progressions, running barefoot, and most importantly, PLAYING OUTSIDE!!  Yes, us grown ups need to play outside too.  Food for the soul.  ( See http://www.emergencewellness.com/upcoming-events.aspx  If you are reading this and you live any where nearby COME AND PLAY!!)

Then I picked Zeke up, and walking out to the car, we found ourselves lost in the tiny ecosystem under a rock.  Zeke had found this rock yesterday and was convinced that there was treasure buried there.  Even though I didn’t mention it today, (I forgot about it) he remembered and wanted to go back to explore.

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He was right.  He found treasure.

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We were completely consumed and lost for over an hour.  While TV seems to steal time, nature seems to expand it.  The benefits so obvious in my child as he finally stacked his pile of sticks (more treasure) in the car to go home.  Quiet, calm, focused, peaceful, able to regulate himself emotionally for the rest of the day.  Even in the face of meltdowns from his sisters who sat in a box all day,  rode in a box for 45 minutes to get in another box to go home to their boxes.  Hmm?

And here’s the thing.  That hour of pure nature with Zeke wasn’t way out in the middle of nowhere.  We didn’t have to fly, drive and hike 50 miles to find it.  It was at the edge of a parking lot in a bustling suburb just north of one of this country’s major cities.

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We can lose ourselves, reduce this deficit and nourish our body/mind/spirit.   We can help our children heal this broken bond with nature just by taking the time.  No matter where you live.  Because all it take is  just opening our eyes to see past the asphalt to what poet John Milton calls “A Wilderness of Sweets”.  Right there…in front of us… in our back yards…in our neighborhoods…or at the edge of a parking lot.

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Counting My Blessings

A Birthday Weekend

It was a good weekend.  Beautiful weather.  Lots of outside time.

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Some artwork.

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Masterpiece by Hannah

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Photography by Micah

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A shark caught by Zeke and his purple crayon.

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And a birthday dinner cooked by Richard 🙂  All together on the back porch, our favorite room of the house.  Turning 45 is rich and full of blessings.  Let’s hope I can stay young enough to keep up with them all!

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one of my favorite

Conversations with Zeke

This is a conversation that we have often with several variations.

Zeke comes to me holding his eye and throat crying but not all out.

Me:  Zeke what happened?

Zeke:  Micah punched me right in the breath!!!

Me:  Really?

Zeke:  Yes!!  You need to put her in time out!!

Me:  Zeke why don’t you tell me what really happened.

Zeke:   (Crying ceases suddenly) I ran into the frigidator

Zeke walks away to check the next thing off his ‘to do’ list….like submerging his action figures in glasses of water and freezing them into blocks of ice.    You know, normal things like that.

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