I am thinking so much about flow this week.
Speaking to my 20-year-old son just now, who is seeking balance, a sense that he can do all he needs to do in his freshman year of college, I urged him that balance is overrated. I have found that a sense of hope rises when I don’t aim for perfection. Instead, I prepare myself-I study, I organize, I paint, I write, I respond to emails, I pull the tent flaps closed for solitude-so that I will be ready, for whatever is next. Work emerges from a state of preparation. Like a garden bed that is well composted and watered, stuff grows.
If I waited for the perfect time to do what I do perfectly, my kids would be out of the house and I would just be picking my head up out of the laundry. Instead, I have worked within my active mothering years and discovered I have something to say-from inside mothering.
Tabby Biddle, a woman who inspires me by her dedication to women’s voices and social justice, shared this quote from Brené Brown:
“Squandering our gifts brings distress to our lives. As it turns out, it’s not merely benign or ‘too bad’ if we don’t use the gifts we’ve been given; we pay for it with our emotional and physical well-being. When we don’t use our talents to cultivate meaningful work, we struggle. We feel disconnected and weighed down by feelings of emptiness, frustration, resentment, shame, disappointment, fear, and even grief.”
Squandering to me is waiting for the perfect time, striving for balance when in fact, life with families, as women in the world today, is messy and chaotic. We are aiming for so much. Does your breath get short when you feel that truth? Letting my breath out softly, sighing, feeling my shoulders relax, I do what I can. And I do it to the best of my ability.
“For every choice you’ve made, there is a choice you didn’t make, a life left unlived.”
-Anne Davin and Robert Mirabal Origins
Today, with my daughter in Boulder, on a day with not big plans but lunch with a friend, I am going with the flow. I could clutter our day with plans for what could be a perfect day, or I could let us make choices that lean towards surprise, that grow, like flowers turn toward the sun, in the direction of light, light, and flow.
I am sending you all my love today. I know some of you are deep in preparation for Easter, others for Passover. Others, like me, for the bursting open of spring and with a little of so many traditions, listening for what is dark.
John O’Donohue says,
“And when we come to search for God
Let us first be robed in night,
Put on the mind of morning
To feel the rush of light
Spread slowly inside
The color and stillness
Of a found world.”
My friend The Guerrilla Bunny will be hiding these magnificent eggs around Stockbridge, MA on Easter morning. If you are near there, consider walking those lovely streets in the early quiet. See if you can find these spots of color on a new morning.
More Out of the Mouths of Babes guest posts to come. This week from Barbara Ungar, a poet from the Capitol region of New York. She has readings coming up in the Albany, NY area and in Minneapolis. I highly urge you attending.
From Boulder to you, with love,