Again we find ourselves on the threshold. Today is the Fall Equinox. Next week is my birthday. Was my grandmothers birthday. Shaye will be 1 soon. Time.
Having spent almost every day this Summer outside (out of joy, seriously needing to get out of the house, or desperately trying to nap my baby by any means necessary🙃) I’m mourning but mostly welcoming the cozying up, the crisp air, the crunching fallen leaves. This new feeling of getting to show my child, “Shaye, this is Fall!” followed by laughter and awe that *everything* is new and exciting to him, from the melodic chimes in the Autumn winds to the random teeny garbage in the grass he always seems to find.
It already feels a world away that this time last year I was holding my big belly, thinking I understood what was to come, that I had any true knowing of the journey ahead. Now Shaye walks ahead of me, practically running, little explorer.
As light gives way to dark, I’m finding myself giving more of myself than I ever knew possible, and giving myself more easily to each day, whatever it holds. The sweetest smiles and cuddles humanly possible, utter head explosions, pure innocence, total exhaustion. The potent presence of love and loss in every moment is my humbling teacher.
Yesterday I rest with Shaye in fuzzy blankets, watching him sleep, making a memory. (A rare gift to myself these busy days) How fleeting and forever some things seem. Grateful for this life and the passages revealing themselves along the way.
Love to all, happy Fall ✨🍂🍁🍂✨
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Excited to be facilitating this panel event on September 26th! Hope to see you there.
Voices from the Village:
An Intergenerational Panel on Youth Development
Join us for an all-ages discussion focusing on the key stages of adolescence, the role of
mindfulness, mentorship and rites of passage in building confidence and resilience,
and other important issues facing teens and families today.
Wednesday September 26th, 6:30-8:30pm, Marin
@ Tilden Preparatory School, 1050 Bridgeway, Sausalito, CA 94965
I’m 8 months into enlightenment parenting and it’s kicking my ass. I’m learning from the master Bubbi BooBoo the art of feeling the feelz and moving on, instantly - that every moment is a choice I’m being offered.
So today I’m going to pretend this was it, this sunshine baby in a tunnel kissing pure cuteness moment. Because really, none of that other stuff is worth being stuck somewhere else, when all you ever want is to not miss this.
Ending the day humble, exhausted and slightly wounded.
I got my moon cycle for the first time since last January. 18 months.
18 months ago we decided we were ready to be a family.
18 months ago another human began their creation inside of me.
18 months ago my Moon yielded to my Son.
Today, my Son yields to my Moon.
This time with milk in breasts and baby in arms.
Since the seed of my child was planted, his rhythms have been my own. His growth, his birth, has also been mine. Our process has been one. But now, something is separating, something inevitable.
Tides greater than both of us are pulling on me again.
Pushing my system back to it's own rhythm.
Pulling me away ever so slightly.
A forced return.
The inevitability of separation is so bittersweet. It makes you nostalgic for what's barely even gone. It makes you admit what you care about most. It makes your love even more tender.
So today, I honor the blood and the tidal wave of motherhood.
Thank you to the Life that makes us, moves us, and keeps us soft.
Happy new mama moon to me.
Surrounded by friends; hawk cries, dry summer flowers, buckeye blossoms, mama oaks and bays, their familiar presence watching over me, my extended family.
Though they do not speak in words, they are certainly speaking. In their glorious strength and vulnerability, in the power of knowing their place, in their bloom and their breaking, in their simply Being though every season.
It’s been a wild ride becoming a mama. I’m particularly feeling it on this day, supposedly celebrating some sort of glory while at the same time taking babies just like mine from new mamas just like me. Prayers for the change we wish to see, be illuminated in every spark of every firework.
Feeling humbled. Lucky. Privileged. Honest. Spiritually sober. Here.
Thank you to my, our, Great Mama Gaia, for reminding me of my place, and to be grateful for every day I’m given. Thank you for reminding me I am never alone.
High school students are less likely to have had sex than in previous years, but more report they are depressed.
Great article by Advisory Council member Diana Divecha, Ph.D. featuring our family. Happy Father's Day everyone!
When co-parents tend to their relationship first, everyone benefits.
EMILY FROST is an artist and mentor working with youth and families in the Bay Area. She is the founder of LOVE YOUR NATURE, a movement devoted to girls and women awakening to their inherent wisdom, power, and purpose.