I was having a conversation with a colleague the other day while picnicking under a large White Pine tree and she asked me "Do you feel like you are learning about yourself every day?" I paused for a moment to reflect. Because the exact idea of learning something about myself every did did not resonate … Continue reading Learning to Unlearn
For the past 6 months I have really been delving deep into the ideas of family trauma. Something about living close to my family again and now being painfully aware of where a lot of my lesser tendencies stem from. Things that in the past I tried to justify as normal behavior I now see … Continue reading For Fear Of Being A Witch
My oldest turned six recently. On his birthday I explained why that is such a big deal. Me: "So when you are five and you hold up your fingers to show how old you are it is one hand. Now you need to add another finger so it takes two hands. That is a super … Continue reading Children and chores
The other night,same as every other night, I lay with my daughter in bed to settle her for the evening. We had already read The Children of the Forrest (a classic by Elsa Beskow) and were laying together with our heads on the same pillow. I was stroking her hair and telling her what an … Continue reading Aging Gracefully?
I happen to be raising some pretty strong willed, nature loving farm girls. This comes with a lot of responsibility on my end, both in keeping them safe and guiding them in this very particular development. I sit and reflect with the green buds bursting about what it means to be on this journey. As … Continue reading A recipe to raise a farm girl
Recently I was told that I needed to learn how to control my children. While I believe the comment to be unfounded and the issue of control taken out of context, it is not the first time I have heard something along these lines. There have been gatherings where elders have been uncomfortable with the … Continue reading The Control Issue
Having to maintain little girl hair is by far the worst responsibility I have ever had in my life (this is clearly a vast exaggeration). My daughters were not blessed with my husbands' lush curly locks, rather they were gifted with my limp fine hair. All I can say is thank god they got … Continue reading Girl Hair
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