Into the Heart of the Sun (Part 1)

One morning Grandmother Eagle woke Young Eagle and bade him follow her to the mountain. It was early. Sun was just beginning to envelop all the world in his warm embrace.

Young Eagle loved his Grandmother very much. Of course he would go wherever she asked.

Do You Know Who You Are?

Last week it struck me that a mid-metamorphosis caterpillar would not recognize itself in the mirror. More likely, its reflection would produce confusion, maybe even horror!  

(I know I’m anthropomorphizing to your detriment, Caterpillar, and I truly mean no offense. In actuality, I doubt you have have our human hang-ups about allowing change gracefully. Thank you for serving as the object lesson anyway.)

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been in serious transition now for years, and it’s not always pretty.

I Am Proud of Myself

Despite everything I’m about to say, I had to override my inner critic to write the title. Ridiculous, right? I hope saying it and sharing it will deepen the imprint. Maybe it will help you find your groove, too.

Growing up, I internalized a warped idea that self-esteem is crap because of course we all love ourselves and that actually we need to focus on loving other people. I can see now a tug-of-war spanning my lifetime: my deep yearning for praise and external validation battling with the guilt—embarrassment, even—for wanting it in the first place. Why? Because on some deep level, I equated unconditional self-love with narcissism.

What Do You Want to Give Birth to?

This week, two different strangers wanted to know if I was expecting another baby.

(Sidenote: Never ask a woman this question, please. If you don’t know her, it’s not your business. If you do, she’ll share on her terms. And when the answer is no—like for me—the exchange is awkward and abrasive, regardless of the intent.)

Loving my body through the changes of motherhood has been challenging. Those comments smarted despite the buffer of all the layers I’ve already healed around this issue. But then I remembered a different question I’d received only the day before.

Forging Ahead with Grandmother Salmon

Keep going. Don’t give up when something feels hard or you don’t feel worthy or you don’t know more than just the next step. Keep walking the path you know is yours. It’s a timeless theme, as countless movies, blogs, stories and memes attest.

Lately Grandmother Salmon has been the one reminding me to be intentional about charting my course and consciously navigating it.

Transmuting Heaviness

Last night at the Full Moon Tea Party, we each told what we wanted to give up to the Moon. My answer? Heaviness. Yes, the extra weight I carry from having my babies, but even more the unresolved emotional baggage I lug around, like we all do.

I’ve been thinking a lot this month about the energetic healing I experienced before my final pregnancy. I felt my baby’s spirit waiting for me, patiently, for years before she arrived Earth-side. After my second pregnancy, I was terrified to do it again because of how sick I get. But I knew it would be the biggest regret of my life if I didn’t. The theme of my journey to meet her became joy over fear.

Lessons in Forgiveness

The ability to give and receive forgiveness is a superpower we all have. I haven’t always appreciated this. For most of my life, I believed in repentance and atonement as essential for salvation. Of course, this isn't mutually exclusive with individual power to forgive, but abandoning these and certain other religious beliefs in 2012 made me take more accountability for myself. It also fleshed out my understanding of forgiveness.

(In sharing, I have no desire to offend, alienate or judge anyone who feels differently. Each of us has the privilege and responsibility of discerning what resonates. This is just part of my personal evolution, and I want to be honest with you.)