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A document of our life with Anders and Kuba, filled with photo's, moments, and stories which capture the essence of our life. Who knew that life with two boys and two moms could be this good, or this nutty?
Monday, November 30, 2009
Thanksgiving
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Magic....continued
I was just reading other blog posts and of course I opened this one, from a blog called 37 days.
The post was about magic. Wasn't I just writing about magic last night?
Here is part of it:
It got me to thinking about magic.
Where does real magic come from? You must read what one mother wrote about this, in a letter to her son who had figured out that the Tooth Fairy wasn't "real." It is one of the most beautiful things I've read in a long, long while. While we believe you either believe or don't believe, here's one mother who believes there is a magical, third way.
Here's an excerpt from that post by Liz Emmett-Mattox, a letter she wrote her son:
"Dear AJ,
Today you crossed one of the many bridges on the journey from the world of the child to the world of the adult. You have found out that magic sometimes comes through ordinary people.
This is an important discovery, but please do not think that you have learned all there is about magic. Crossing this bridge means that you are ready to begin to apprentice a lifelong study of the true nature of magic.
What you need to know now is that some people who cross this bridge think that magic doesn’t exist at all. They become skeptical. This is a danger you will have to watch out for.
The second thing to know is that you can now make magic. Learning to do this will give you and those around you great joy.
Now that you have crossed this bridge, you may have to look a bit harder to find the magic in the world, but know this: those who don’t believe in magic will never find it, while those who look and expect to see magic will find it everywhere."
Go here to read the whole post.
"...you can now make magic. Learning to do this will give you and those around you great joy."
"Those who look and expect to see magic will find it everywhere."
Wow. That, my friends, is real magic.
Let magic flow through you, my (extra)ordinary friends.
My thanks to Santa. And to Liz Emmett-Mattox for that beautiful post about magic.
Magic sometimes comes through ordinary people.
Be ordinary. Be magic.
The post was about magic. Wasn't I just writing about magic last night?
Here is part of it:
It got me to thinking about magic.
Where does real magic come from? You must read what one mother wrote about this, in a letter to her son who had figured out that the Tooth Fairy wasn't "real." It is one of the most beautiful things I've read in a long, long while. While we believe you either believe or don't believe, here's one mother who believes there is a magical, third way.
Here's an excerpt from that post by Liz Emmett-Mattox, a letter she wrote her son:
"Dear AJ,
Today you crossed one of the many bridges on the journey from the world of the child to the world of the adult. You have found out that magic sometimes comes through ordinary people.
This is an important discovery, but please do not think that you have learned all there is about magic. Crossing this bridge means that you are ready to begin to apprentice a lifelong study of the true nature of magic.
What you need to know now is that some people who cross this bridge think that magic doesn’t exist at all. They become skeptical. This is a danger you will have to watch out for.
The second thing to know is that you can now make magic. Learning to do this will give you and those around you great joy.
Now that you have crossed this bridge, you may have to look a bit harder to find the magic in the world, but know this: those who don’t believe in magic will never find it, while those who look and expect to see magic will find it everywhere."
Go here to read the whole post.
"...you can now make magic. Learning to do this will give you and those around you great joy."
"Those who look and expect to see magic will find it everywhere."
Wow. That, my friends, is real magic.
Let magic flow through you, my (extra)ordinary friends.
My thanks to Santa. And to Liz Emmett-Mattox for that beautiful post about magic.
Magic sometimes comes through ordinary people.
Be ordinary. Be magic.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Wake UP!
So, Anna and I are in a sort of mid-life crisis. Maybe you could call it a 5 year wake up call. Anders is almost five now and we are hobbling along. Really, hobbling.
You'd think from the photo's that it's been smooth sailing, but I am here to say it distinctly and with no doubt- we are hobbling.
Parenting is hard work.
Working full time with two young children is really hard work.
Doing the laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, making a meal, changing a diaper, feels like an endless circle game.
Trying to respond appropriately to a whiny child, an obstinate child, a non-listening child feels difficult at best.
Figuring out how to have a life that holds magic is impossible these days.
I recently attended the memorial service of a very old friend, my best friends' mother in fact, and I had my first wake up call. At the memorial, her husband of 40 years read love poems he had written for her over the course of their marriage. The poems were stunningly beautiful. The poems were heartbreaking. I wept. Their love was brilliant but human; full of hardship but also magic.
It made me think about my life. The life I lead right now that is void of magic.
I feel as if I am living in the trenches...no time for magic, no time for love.
It feels like it is killing me.
I moved to Vermont specifically for big love.
And here I am nearly 15 years later finding myself struggling for air. It's weird, because I have exactly what I have ever wanted....2 beautiful children, a great partner, a home, a good career and yet I feel lost. Why?
I think an internal eye of mine started looking around for something deeper.
Maybe even role models.
Parents who have a family and have managed to keep the magic intact.
Hardship and magic together...married. Not just hardship.
I found a few other mom blogs that I guess I have used as an arrow.
I can't really even say that.
It's more that when I read some of them it touches the part of me that feels, that knows something, that can identify magic and poetry. And it feels like it is beginning to loosen up a part of me that feels so terribly stuck.
That is where I heard WAKE up for the second time. I reached out for help. The blog This and That www.vickihoefle.wordpress.com had a posting on October 27 that was amazing. It was as beautiful as Al's love poems to his wife were, except this was a letter to a daughter.
Vicki told me - Wake up!
Pay attention. Practice being in the moment. Every day....every single day.
Thank God.
I have had a hard time admitting that I am really struggling. I think I feel ashamed, embarrassed and certainly ungrateful. Maybe it's that I am just too damn proud. But really, I need some good help. So anyone who can send me a wake up call is welcome. Feel free to bring it on!
You'd think from the photo's that it's been smooth sailing, but I am here to say it distinctly and with no doubt- we are hobbling.
Parenting is hard work.
Working full time with two young children is really hard work.
Doing the laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, making a meal, changing a diaper, feels like an endless circle game.
Trying to respond appropriately to a whiny child, an obstinate child, a non-listening child feels difficult at best.
Figuring out how to have a life that holds magic is impossible these days.
I recently attended the memorial service of a very old friend, my best friends' mother in fact, and I had my first wake up call. At the memorial, her husband of 40 years read love poems he had written for her over the course of their marriage. The poems were stunningly beautiful. The poems were heartbreaking. I wept. Their love was brilliant but human; full of hardship but also magic.
It made me think about my life. The life I lead right now that is void of magic.
I feel as if I am living in the trenches...no time for magic, no time for love.
It feels like it is killing me.
I moved to Vermont specifically for big love.
And here I am nearly 15 years later finding myself struggling for air. It's weird, because I have exactly what I have ever wanted....2 beautiful children, a great partner, a home, a good career and yet I feel lost. Why?
I think an internal eye of mine started looking around for something deeper.
Maybe even role models.
Parents who have a family and have managed to keep the magic intact.
Hardship and magic together...married. Not just hardship.
I found a few other mom blogs that I guess I have used as an arrow.
I can't really even say that.
It's more that when I read some of them it touches the part of me that feels, that knows something, that can identify magic and poetry. And it feels like it is beginning to loosen up a part of me that feels so terribly stuck.
That is where I heard WAKE up for the second time. I reached out for help. The blog This and That www.vickihoefle.wordpress.com had a posting on October 27 that was amazing. It was as beautiful as Al's love poems to his wife were, except this was a letter to a daughter.
Vicki told me - Wake up!
Pay attention. Practice being in the moment. Every day....every single day.
Thank God.
I have had a hard time admitting that I am really struggling. I think I feel ashamed, embarrassed and certainly ungrateful. Maybe it's that I am just too damn proud. But really, I need some good help. So anyone who can send me a wake up call is welcome. Feel free to bring it on!
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