Allowing Birth

Finding time do nourish myself feels like waiting for the right time to jump into a game of double Dutch. The jump ropes keep revolving …one- two…one-two. If I jump too early or too late the rhythm is lost. Timing is everything.

I’m sure I’m not alone in creating an impossibly long to-do list mentally while watching the jump ropes ebb and flow, waiting for the time when I can accomplish something. Sometimes the lack of time can drain me and I can feel really grumpy- and other times it feels like a gift. The gift of purification- or curation- of really honing in on what is necessary.

After several days of missing the window- I knew that when the window opened up I wanted to light some candles, pull some cards, and say some prayers. The prayer lately has been to my ancestors to continuously guide me and help me stay on the highest path.

And today the candles are lit for my nephew who is 13 today! An initiative celebration of reaching the teens. The other candle is for my father who would have been 78 tomorrow. The last time I saw him he was 64. I enjoy tending to these relationships in these ways -

who else out there feels the potency of alone time after caring for children 24/7?✨✨✨✨✨✨