A Long Courtship with Self-Care

Spring Renewal Self Care Retreat Vision Board 1

A long time ago, in a life I’ve nearly forgotten—the one before kids—I had a one-dimensional view of self-care. It involved calling in sick to work for a “mental health day.” Or, “spa day.” It was all the same to me, really. One other time, someone told me I should schedule some “white space” into my planner. (Waaay back in the days of paper planners zipped into leather-bound binders!) The idea was to pencil in some “me” time.  I was never very good at it. Even when I was responsible only for the care and feeding of moi, I didn’t get far with self-care. I piled on the stress and worked … [Read more...]

My Vision Board: More Bravos Make You Smile


Eight of us mamas sprawled on the floor of my living room, magazines, scissors, and glitter pens strewn about. We pored over words and images, searching for just the right ones to express hopes, dreams, questions, and answers for the rest of the year to come. We worked intently on our vision boards, with spirits and hopes high, moving easily between reflective quiet and a month’s worth of conversation. We’d intended this project would happen at one of our first monthly meetings of the year, but in our circle, three mamas have had babies in the past 3 months, four of us are nursing little … [Read more...]

Dream Eggs

Dream Eggs

I love art projects. Here's one I did a couple of weeks ago with my women's circle: Drawing on the hopeful energy of springtime and the promise of fertility, we decorated eggs to express the dreams and intentions we’d most love to give birth to in our lives. … [Read more...]

What I Won’t Say

What I Won't Say

I have to admit, I took the bait. Sitting in a wise woman’s circle this past weekend, we were offered a writing prompt: “what I won’t tell you.” I had so much to say. I wrote so hard, so intensely, so many of the scary things that I could never, ever tell you, or anyone. I wrote so hard my hand cramped. Then my heart cramped. And my eyes crimped. And—mamas, you know what came next—the tears were a-flowin’. Hurt, heartbreak, loss, regret. From the oh-so-shallow to the deep-dark-and-subtle, raw emotions and memories spilled and scrawled across the page. It was a little cathartic … and then … [Read more...]