Dealing with the Fear of Never Being Enough: The “Asteya” of Motherhood

Dealing with the Fear of Never Being Enough: The Asteya of Motherhood

Hello, Village… so, as I walked over to my computer to start this post, these are the things I passed that could have used my attention: Overflowing laundry hamper (OK, if we’re being honest, it’s actually hamperS, plural) Dog, looking at me hopefully for a walk (don’t worry, he’ll get one… later) 926 pieces of Lego needing to be picked up My camera’s SD card, waiting to be downloaded and organized into folder Related to previous, Juniper’s first year photo book, waiting to be started Dog hair cyclones, building up the more I don’t vacuum My yoga mat, which will wait patiently for at least a few minutes before I

Maintaining Mindful Awareness During the Holidays

Mindfulness Habits for the Holidays

Happy December, Village! No? It’s not December yet? Sure feels like it! The world is rushing towards the festive month like it’s our job. Seasonal commercials have started, and everyone always looks like they are having the time of their lives, without a care in the world (they’re so rested looking! And so much home baking! House like an interior decor magazine! And how do everyone’s outfits always match?!). But even the best of us feels like the grinch at times through the month of December. At its best, it is a time of beauty, family, and community. At its worst, it can be a time of immense pain and

Parenting in Screensaver Mode: Paring It Down For When You Just Can’t

Living on Screensaver: Paring It Down For When You Just Can't

Hello, Village… I’m still here… mostly 🙂 I’ve been thinking lately about screensavers. You know, the thing that comes onto your computer screen when you leave it on for too long to preserve battery life but still want to have its functions quickly accessible when needed. Mine are those standard Mac-issue, vaguely psychedelic squiggly lines that I imagine have entranced many a teenager while listening to Pink Floyd. In addition to being entertainment to a certain subgroup of the population, screensavers literally save your screen from burning up. I kinda feel like I need this for my life right now. I find myself calculating the least amount of energy I

A Home Stronger Than Hate: Home Sweet Om, Part II

Creating a peaceful home

In a world ruled by orange-haired dragons, gangs of bigoted ogres with torches, and hate-filled trolls on the internet, we are all desperate for our homes to be islands of peace. But where do we start? What do we do? How do we keep the world out?  But I have to remind myself to hold up: It’s not about keeping the world out. It’s about making your home more powerful than the hate that surrounds it. This is part of my goal in writing this series on nurturing a peaceful family culture. You might remember from part 1 that when I talk about “peace”, it’s not about a lack of

How to Stand Still While Moving

Babywearing yoga finding stillness in movement

Village, I felt like I was extricating myself from a bog this morning… heavy, reluctant. I’m tired. Of course, there’s the  “I’m a parent” tired (in that I have seen every hour on the clock for the last few nights). But also the “I’m a grownup and adulting is bloody hard” tired. I think maybe “weary” is the word I’m looking for. Juniper wants nothing of naps that involve being put down lately. At least I know she will always sleep while pressed against my body. This morning, I committed to cleaning with her in a wrap on my back. But as I sat down in what we have affectionately

Harmony Slater: On Yoga, Motherhood, and Defying Gravity

Harmony Slater on motherhood and yoga

“Good girl”. I hear Harmony Slater praising another yogi’s efforts in a difficult posture from across the room. Yes, I know, I’m supposed to focus on my own practice, but I chuckle to myself when I hear her say it. From others, it might sound condescending. But there’s something about the positive energy in the room, our teacher’s simultaneous desire for us to push ourselves and also be where we’re at, and the encouraging tone of her voice that from her, it just doesn’t. And maybe it’s because it’s also the voice of a parent; I’m certain that like every other mum out there, Harmony has both challenged and praised

A Darker Form of Day: Poetry For When my Kids Don’t Sleep

The Darker Form of Day: Poetry for when your baby won't sleep

Sleep Please sleep I love you truly, madly, deeply, But of late, the madly is tipping the scales. My breath disappears Into these nights Meshing with the threadbare fabric Of my exhaustion Weaving a heavy blanket Of reluctant wakefulness. I find something different at the door To each evening Reluctantly turning the handle I would almost rather leave it closed And pretend these hours Are just a darker form of day. The expectation of rest Is creating a cavern Into which I long to crawl And fall asleep But instead I stay here with you Witnessing every waking Following you blindly, Blearily, Into the madness of This darker day. Village, I

Heart Openers

Village, it’s been a loooong couple of days. Well, it’s been a long month (30 days hath September, April, June, and November, and August has 150 days I swear) but for some reason this week has just felt like time stopped at 8am Monday morning and hadn’t moved. Battles, battles, battles. So many toddler battles over highly irrational stuff that I try to rationalize but just get exhausted. Blue cup. Red cup. Blue cup. Red cup inside blue cup. Blue cup, red straw. Red straw yellow cup. No cup. Milk on floor. Etc. And Kas is turning into a jet-fuelled dervish of risk-taking. I blame his dad, who enjoys hucking

8 Things to do Before You Read Another Clickbait Article

Resist clickbait... but click this first

Laugh at the fact that you just clicked on one. Cheeky, right? Go outside and breathe. Even if you have 4 children who are running around turning your house into a circus tent. Even if it’s cold or rainy. Even if all you can do is stick your head out a window for ten seconds. Close your eyes, inhale, exhale. Repeat if possible. Brush your hair. Seriously. This feels so good. And who brushes their hair in the middle of the day?! Sorry if you have dreads or don’t have any hair. Just rub your scalp. That feels pretty good too. Try to touch your toes. Don’t judge where you

Parenting Into The Void: Raising Children in a Time of Uncertainty

Looking out into it all

Village, have any of you out there thought of not having children because you authentically believe that the world is doomed to end in a fiery ball of madness before our grandchildren see their hair turn grey? No? Just me? If that thought makes you squirm, or if my words have you digging into your copy of The Big Book of Climate Change Denial, this may not be the post for you. But if there’s even a tiny bit of you that fears I may be onto something, please stay and keep me company! We may need a group hug after this. And if you stay with me, I promise,