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For some reason, every time I get on an airplane, I feel this pull to connect with you wonderful people. Our community here is such a warm blanket. This time my flight takes me to cuddle a scrumptious newborn and a seriously rad mama. Unreal how lucky I am. So, balance. No Google search for it and having spoken with many of my fellow mama warriors, there was still no magic answer for me. But from those conversations there was inspiration and seeds were planted. I read...Continue reading

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The Return. So I left that sweet yogurt face as an exhausted, guilt-ridden pile of mush. I’m a terrible flyer ta boot so the fact that my outbound flight had to be diverted due to weather, land to refuel, then take off again to our intended destination was rather a bummer. It was also helpful, though, in my process of letting go and letting the next 72 hours take me wherever. I moseyed off the plane, found my girlfriend waiting for me and then really let the letting go si...nk in. Feet on the ground in another state with only myself to be responsible for felt unnerving and awesome at the exact same time. The weekend was full of unplanned moments that were just so nice, easy, lovely, meaningful. I have to share my favorite one: We ended up taking a wrong turn at one point and drove past a shop with the word SACRED hanging in front of their door. Both of us birth junkies screamed, noted the location and vowed to return in 5 minutes once we were back on track and had parked the car. We discovered it was a flower shop. A let down! We didn’t need fancy arranged flowers, but my girlfriend insisted we go in because, You know those earrings you love? I got those in a flower shop! Colorado is weird like that. The mother/daughter owned shop was full of hand milled soaps, incense, unique books and yes, earrings. They also had these gorgeous wool blankets. They were heavy, soft, breathtaking. Drawn to one, I picked it up and pulled it close. Something about the weight of it and the texture pulled me back home to all my beautiful ragamuffins I was missing. My eyes welled up with tears and I started lactating. Another let-down! I was laugh-crying so hard as I was lugging this blanket over to the counter, trying to tell my girlfriend what happened and why I needed to have this blanket. My stomach hurt from laughing, my bra was wet and my face was covered in tears and snot. Too funny. I brought the blanket home and showed it to the girls. Even though it was the middle of the summer they wanted to cuddle under it while I gave them the rest of the little goodies I picked out for them on my trip. We now call it the Sacred Blanket and it’s pictured here. That blanket represents for me, the fact that I can let go and still be a great mom. I know this isn't a new notion for any of us, but this revelation of my own hit me hard. I can be far away and still connected. For some reason I have told myself that to be a great mom I have to be the one doing everything and all the time. It’s not a conscious lecture, but one that is powerful and unrelenting in my subconscious. The pile of mush that left, returned home a formed and positively glowing being. Now that I’m home the process of taking care of me and finding my version of balance HAS TO continue. I can't and don't want to have to keep getting on airplanes find my balance, so I’m going to figure out how. Sending love to all of you on your own journeys of discovery. <3 See more