to be okay with our realness

I have this feeling that if we keep telling each other that everything we see on social media is fake, we will loose our desire to champion for each other. I’m not talking about the stuff we see that is controlled by PR reps and business managers. We know there are more half truths and photoshopped lives than not coming from those sources and we aren’t fooled. I’m talking about the beautiful stuff “regular” people share. The vignettes of candlelit alters, the flowers casually placed in an antique vase on a Restoration Hardware table, the (3rd) tropical vacation (this year), the twinkle lights and on-point brow line. Why do we have to label them as fake to let ourselves be okay with our laundry piles and sticky floors and flaking out on appointments and never having gone on a tropical vacation? You guys, we are far too complex as humans to not have more than enough room in our lives for the spectrum of our “real” to be as wide as the Montana skyline. If we want to be better champions for each other, I firmly believe we have to stop sour-grapes-ing or dismissing our way through our feeds. Though we …

Wholeheartedness

“Being wholehearted isn’t just an inside job. (It is and it isn’t). It would seem like it if I lived alone on a mountain, but even then there is wind to be felt and trees to climb and canyons to shout into. And if I only turned my eyes inward, who would pick the wild blueberries and think to share them with a friend? Being wholehearted is as much about our interaction with the world as it is our conversations with ourselves.   Wholeheartedness has been on my mind so much lately. It floated across my consciousness one day when, weary and worn down, I asked “What do I really need right now?” (because I knew it wasn’t that candy bar on top of the fridge.) I thought I was wholehearted until I saw all the ways I had been dismissive and delaying when it came to the little things that tend to my heart. I confused wholeheartedness with focus, desire, and doing my best to be satisfied with all the ways things were just meh.    Meh. Flavorless chamomile tea when I really wanted a vanilla chai with almond milk.  Checking in on Instagram when I really wanted to have a heart to …

new (school) year

I’ve been feeling the itch to blog more regularly again. Thoughts are backing up by the minute…things I want to share. I’ve just returned from two weeks away from home and, with only two days between my return home and the first day of school, I’m sure you can understand that I’m still in re-entry mode. I posted on facebook today the following: “Today is the first day of school…a.k.a “Momma’s New Year that feels more like New Year’s Day than the actual New Year’s Day”.  This time brings intense urges to purge my home of unnecessary items, overhaul my office/desk area, rid myself of five million bits and pieces in my studio and the cobwebs they are hiding, set a hundred thousand goals to be accomplished by my next birthday, schedule in crazy fun vacations and plenty of lucrative opportunities in 2015, meditate for 6 hours a day to keep on track, and once and for all devote myself to re-learning Spanish + practicing the piano & guitar + learning cello + writing a book + weekly menu planning + growing a winter garden + read 5 mind-expanding books a week + finding my abs + falling in love all …