When life gives you lemons - a.k.a. all the wildness - you can either make some super delicious lemonade with it... or you can not. With six years of mothering a gorgeous child with sensory processing disorder and fifteen years mothering me - a woman living with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS/ME) - under my belt, I have personally come to the conclusion that either we choose to thrive... to make the lemonade... or we choose to not thrive.
"We just need to get through these days. But also, I don't want to miss them! This is going to fly by."
Today I'm trying my hand at poetry. We'll see if I can convey the joy I'm experiencing. I pray I can.
Blessings, sweet friends
Hey beautiful friends! Welcome to the adventure. I am so incredibly honored to explore life with (and speak life into) you! My prayer is that this is another post full of exploration tinged with hope.
A few years ago, I wrote about bed rest with my Wild one. I was 31 weeks gestation when early labor terminated our adventures out in the world. And while I struggled deeply during that time, I also grew. I've been reflecting on this a lot lately, as I dig into supporting the postpartum and special parenting community that I know and love.
Picture captured by one of my favorite people in the whole world. When I visited Washington, there was an abundance of this practice that keeps me whole. Whenever I adventure anywhere, I bring my mat. But sometimes, in special places and spaces (like overlooking the pacific ocean on water-smoothed rock), I don't need it.
There is an editorial from a Christian magazine that I have pinned to a bulletin board behind my computer station. The header says: Invade the Secular with the Sacred. It's what I do. It's what I have always done.
Over the last 33 years, I have had a plethora of life experiences that have led me closer and closer in my walk with the Lord. One of the greatest? Yoga. (Another is motherhood if you haven't clued in on that yet!)
Love the one you're with.
As a mother, father, caregiver, spouse - do you ever feel like you struggle with this?
Yet living with chronic disease continually reminds me of how fragile this life is; I'm shot right back into reality with each stumble. Today, I want to share with you an excerpt from a post I wrote a long, long time ago. A post that popped up and reminded me of how important it is to love well exactly where you are.
It’s sunny and 50 degrees Fahrenheit in beautiful Arizona. Yet, I’m sitting here deeply craving greater warmth. Do you ever find yourself in a space of wanting more, even though what you have is absolutely what you asked for? Yeah, me too. (I forgot to ask for sunshine and warmer weather – though I guess I already got the warmer weather part since we no longer live in the Northeast!)
Sometimes, I just need to read a book... find a Bible study plan that really just meets me where I'm at. The one I've just started has done just that.
Specifically, it is meeting me as I struggle with doubts – unsure of what to do or who to turn to because obviously God isn’t listening. Well, at least it feels like that some days!
Bless our tiny.
I hopped on facebook memories today and was met with a flashback from one of the first postpartum healing classes I taught with her when we moved to Arizona.
That morning she was absurdly naughty, from what I recall. We smiled anyhow...
Your body is the vehicle to help you carry out your entire life's purpose. You need to fuel it well. Here are my top five tips for creating and maintaining a machine that can carry you through the entire year, without too much hassle.
Note: if you're on a chronic disease journey, like me, there might be some hassle. Still, check out the tips below and let me know what you would add, based on your wild path!
Happy 2019, precious friends!
I'm starting off the New Year with an inbox full of questions about how to be well, and I wanted to create a really simple resource for friends and family who aren't sure where to start with lifestyle changes. I am a strong believer that God wants great things for all of us! Which means we don't beat ourselves up for past choices or things that happen which are truly beyond our control. Instead, we take the reigns and serve our temple well.
Welcome to the home of the Barefoot Preacher Project. Speaking life into wild places and spaces is my jam. And encouraging you to do the same "my calling" here on earth. I am so honored that you are here!