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Welcome to my blog. I love building blanket forts and finding other ways to celebrate ordinary moments of life.  

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Sometimes my body whispers tiny requests.  It politely asks for a rest, or for me to slow.  As our birthday arrived in July of 2016, rainy and dark, my body inquired if I might spend time learning about us-together.  Mind, body, soul.  We had been together for 41 years; it really was about time.  What did we need to thrive, to find joy, to laugh?  Why are some things hard for us, and other things easy?  As the birthday clouds lifted and the sun came out, I said yes.  I promised to make myself a priority that year.  As summer turned to fall, I collected pieces of knowledge like the leaves and sticks that gather in the corners of tiny streams.  Words like introvert, INFJ, and highly sensitive collected in a corner of my soul.  Like pieces of a puzzle clicking into place, I began to see why.  Why this hard, why I crave that.  While it gathers though, life keeps rushing past.  So little time can be spent in this tiny pool, playing with the new pieces of knowledge.  I hear a strong, forceful pleading to slow.  I owe it to the people I love to care for myself.  To nestle up, cozy and safe like the dog on a pile of warm blankets that fell to the floor when I jumped up to do the next thing.  It is not enough to learn, I must change.  Incorporate the small pieces floating there in my reach.  Gather them close, and learn where they fit. 

I love the notion that Parker Palmer introduces that encourages us to look for threads from our childhood selves that connect to who we are today.  Since I was very young, I have been on a quest for enclosed magical spaces for rest.  Blanket forts, the space outside where the wall from the family room and the wall from the garage provided a small garden of pussy willow bushes in my childhood home, the birch trees that formed a protected circle in Pentwater.  Spaces surrounded with a safe, quiet spot in the center to be.  To play, to read, to imagine.  These were places for me to recharge, to reset.  This is the thread that is woven from my youngest days until now.  As a child, finding this place to step out of the busy, the loud, the crazy was very natural.  As a child with a vivid imagination, playing in spaces like this was wonderful.  As an adult, with a family, a job, a schedule, escaping in to a nest of blankets is not considered the cultural norm.  But, starting on my birthday in 2016, I began building the language, the courage to buck the system-to rebel against the norm.  {this makes me smile a little, because if you know me, I am the least rebellious person you will meet}  Finding a place of sanctuary, a respite from the busy, the loud, the fast, the crowded is literally woven in to who I am.  It is the thread that connects yesterday to today in my very soul.  This respite is called self care.  The child I was knew what I needed to thrive, so she did it.  The adult is slowly realizing and relearning what she needs to thrive, and she is doing it.  Loving myself well makes me able to be the best person I can be, which makes me the best mom, wife, friend, daughter, sister, mentor, teacher.  Valerie Pauley, e-commerce manager at Darling Media wrote in a beautiful article, The Key to Kind, “Learning how to be kind to myself after many years has resulted in clarity-by having compassion towards myself, I can truly extend kindness to others.”  Our society calls self care selfish especially in the ‘achieve more/do more’ culture, social media posts that involve long walks, or tea mugs, or a book often garner an eye roll.  I have heard many times, “that must be nice” or “I don’t know how you find the time to read.”  The answer is very simple, it is nice and I find the time by making it.  I carve out a space to stop moving.  I have learned very specific things that refresh me, that lift me up and I do them.  This does not involve all day spa retreats, but simple things like listening to Gregorian Chants in my headphones, reading, walking in the woods, hammocking, drinking tea, diffusing essential oils, and writing.  As often as possible, there will be soft blankets, a fire, and twinkly lights. 

I made a promise to myself to listen, to gather the pieces of who I am today and put them together in ways that allow me to thrive, to laugh, to love.  Part of this promise involves going back to my roots, to who I am deep down-to the child who loved to curl up in a blanket fort.  Today as I write this, if you walked in to my home you would see 3 blanket forts built by my 14 year olds on our snow day earlier this week.  I guess it’s a thread that is weaving in to their lives as well. 

Saturday Snuggle Read

Saturday Snuggle Read

Sparkles

Sparkles