“The Most Excellent Way” @ Monday Devotion time in my study

One of the best most helpful things a spiritual coach told me in all of this life upheaval is that as a woman designed in Gods image, when I create – I must remember I am reflecting an aspect of the divine. To therefore treat the time as worship and be humble in my pursuits, gentle to receive direction and open minded in what creative project the Lord may be asking of me that may or may not align with my own plans.

After returning home from high school drop offs, I made a quick brain dump of what I would like to do to, what I need to do, etc.

There is cohesion in my various threads of thought – so that is hopeful. There is also a serious need to sit and do the things relative to each thread of thought and this consistency to sit is the common denominator. So get this –

Today, instead of thinking “I only have two hours to get all this work done”, I thought to myself “I only have a 2 hour work day – isn’t that lucky?”

I showered and got dressed and made the man a plate of fruit and peanut butter. I considered the track from our room to my study “my commute” and didn’t make the bed… bc there might be traffic. And I wanted to be in the office on time.

“Oh so now she starts caring”, all former bosses and coworkers who read this blog collectively groan. Again… time and attendance, not my speciality.

I’m in my devotional / reflective time and in lighting incense and sitting with my mind space, I got the word “love” on which to ponder and ground myself for the day.

Naturally, I went to 1 Corinthians 13 (a classic) but found myself smiling at the unexpected refreshing-ness of the lead in to 13, “…and now I will show you the most excellent way”.

The way of love. A way that only is when you are actively spirit led. However that is for you and your intuitive self and body – however that is for your conscious breath and attendance to yourself.

The way of love is the most excellent way. Just love the simplicity for today.

Now to work, I don’t want to catch myself on my phone.

PS David brought me home a strip of white board on Saturday 😍

It All Catches Up With You @ Sitting on a Part of the Couch on the Front Deck, Bellingham

It all catches up with you: moments, memories, meaning.

We decided to delay our departure a day to give a nice 24 hour buffer, prevent stress and maximize efficiencies and time along favorite coordinates.

I got a chance to properly pack the rental van, pack lunches, pack coolers, make a cat hut / cat fort and as the house emptied, I would have these moments where my eyes swallowed the bare floors or the sunset and see them in both the first way and the now way.

I remember my first visit up here and being confused; not only by the obvious task of looking for things in a new kitchen but also in wondering why he had so many things of baking powder.

Now, the kitchen is organized by my handiwork and, although David still tends to have multiples of things, that no longer confuses me. I know how he operates and how, for him – it’s easier just to buy it and have it than to make a list and take inventory before leaving the house.

(Multiply that by the fact Kara (11 year old step daughter) bakes and he grocery shops as a sport; you get a lot of cinnamon, vanilla extract and baking powder.)

Anyway….

There is a picture of him that I took putting our to go coffees together before my early morning flight out after that first visit up here. It’s my favorite – I remember thinking “he is so handsome” and “I like his style” and “I’m proud of him”.

It’s hard for me at times to see him leaving Washington. He loves it up here, he just moved up here two years ago, and I know if we could root here we would grow something we both are so intrigued by.

That being said, I really truly know that we are still actively rooting – regardless of city. And I really truly know what we grow is very intriguing. Lastly, I believe leaving here does not negate the very cool, very whole hearted thing he did moving up here two years ago.

David continually shows his kids, me and now my daughters a generosity and a willingness that births adventure. I think he shows a boat load of patience, creativity and ethic that fruit a home.

He “gives” more than he “sacrifices” and I found myself moving through the house I know now like the back of my hand feeling this “wow he really loves me” feeling.

I think, when you’re going through major change, and you’re really present and feeling it – you don’t always realize the summation of what is occurring.

Baselines tend not to be minute by minute play by plays. But they *do* happen and all the sudden you’re in your boyfriend’s kitchen as his wife, you’re packing his family as your own and you know the trust between you is green and ambient and maybe even a little psychotic in its love.

Some college kids bought a tv off of us and David took $ off to have them move the couch out for the neighbor to grab. And so we picnic’d on it :)
I’ll remember this forever – back when we had no idea “how it was going to work”, just that it “was working” :) ✌🏼

The More I Sit Here @ Deck Again on a Good Hair Day – Bellingham

The only thing about the house here in Washington that is like a thing is that we are up high and can look over and down onto our neighbor’s backyard.

Gordina – a house back and over – has a lovely garden with an enviable rosemary bush raised up in the pnw sun and veggies all year round under tinted weathered prayer flags. She doesn’t live right behind us though.

A young family does.

I look over and see chairs in random spots, that their gymnasium was moved, toy miniature everything galore and actually I think like 3 slides. On nice nights when we are all living that pacific northwest life, eating outdoors or with windows open, we are within ear and eye shot of each other.

I write out here. Sit out here. Close my eyes out here. Work out here. And I have noticed lately that their baby is probably teething. Or growing. Lots of baby cries.

But the more I sit here, I am also noticing how extremely patient the mom is. Sigh.

Deep breath and smile.

I think she must be a really good mom.

She must be – I can tell by the lack of anxiety in the air that she doesn’t let the fact her neighbors can hear her child carrying on put pressure on her to “fix the child”. I think she knows deep down she simply has a baby and they – simply- are crying.

Unlike most mothers I know who hush their babies to the self detriment of their own sanity, I am pretty sure this mom is like cool with reality and knows she is not annoying me.

Additionally, I have been out on the deck a lot lately. August in Washington is like perfect satin jambinos after a salt bath soak and a face massage; so relaxing and happy stupor inducing. The more I have been here, the more I notice when they are not in their yard.

I wonder sometimes if it is nap time. Or if she is cooking.

I wonder if they went for an outing and I picture them at the bay or on a hike or at the market.

Maybe they went to Target and, if that is the case, I send prayers and helpers.

One of my favorite things about being a spiritual mom is remembering I can send helpers. A woman I studied with a couple of years ago in yoga teacher training told me I was a white witch. I thought nothing of it but then when I close my eyes and bring a person to the center of my mind (like my friend right now who is waiting to give birth) and send supreme love and guidance and comfort and help and support and strangers to offer pieces of gum or cashiers to smile in just that way – I think maybe I am magical.

Wouldn’t mind it :)

Sighhhhhh… the rental lady just left here and the papers are signed to list the house to rent. David looks handsome and is probably getting ready for me to fix dinner. I am super excited about progress on perfecting pizza dough. So we are doing greek pizza tonight. But with goat cheese and not feta. Yum. Can’t wait.

The breeze is so nice, I just want to stay in this cradle of an afternoon sun forever.

But. Kalamata olives are calling my name.

One more glance back and over the fence. Smiling. Hope she is doing good with her little ones… wherever that mama is…