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Over the two years I was pregnant with Laila and finding my way as her mama I was also working on my Ph.D. in Human Development & Family Studies at The University of Delaware. My research brought me to the homes of eight Quaker families in the greater Philadelphia area.
I interviewed these families about their stance on the Iraq War, the post 9/11 climate in the U.S., and how they work through these big issues with their young adolescent kids.
I was fascinated to learn how parents in a culture of peace living in the U.S. talk about big issues like war, terrorism, and globalization with their children.
I did this research because I’ve been called, for many years, to understand the inner workings of nonviolence.
When I was at camp a couple of weeks ago I wrote about why I like to be where no one can find me.
And I acknowledged that although there is a magical freedom that comes through stillness, the voices of fear, doubt, and criticism can show up in this quiet space, too.
If you're afraid of where your mind will go when you're in the quiet stillness I have something to share with you.
I’ve been here on this quiet lake with my family for almost two weeks now. No internet. No T.V. No office hours.
Just bonfires, kayaks, boats, hammocks, and lots of board games.
I’m not 100% unplugged but this is a true escape from my daily life and work.
And I realize that even this isn’t enough.
I’m feeling this deep desire to be on my own where I can’t check my phone and nobody knows how to reach me. Not even my own kids.
My neighbhorhood is notorious for creating ridiculous entries in our town’s annual summer parade. Themes have included: Flamingos dancing flamenco. The “Lobstercracker” (a Maine version of the Nutcracker ballet as danced by humans from 2 to 72 in lobster costumes). Pirate Penguins... You get the idea. Total nonsense.
And this year the kids took over. Our sweet, loving, creative, and kind neighborhood kids turned biker gang. They donned black t-shirts, bandanas, temporary tattoos, and they took control of all citizens over the age of 21 on our street.
I woke up late this morning.
I was up late last night working through some big stuff for my family’s future. Changing the course of our lives kind of stuff… I didn’t have it in me to prepare ahead for today.
So I woke up to lunches that needed making, bags that needed packing, and nothing was ready.
Morning mama zen time was out the window. I was smack in the swirl of get up, get ready, and go.
So lunch, sunscreen, bug spray, bathing suits, towels, farm boots, all needed to be gathered and the girls needed to be swept off to this summer wonderland without mama losing her sh$t getting them there.
Laila, my child who is as vast and mystical as the sea, ran straight to this cliff and sat in silence. She knows how to listen.
Our children are our mirrors, our teachers, our legacies. And they need us to stand up. They need us to stand strong.
They're our anchors as we find the courage to say what needs to be said and change what needs to be changed. I came home from the retreat with this. No more hiding.
The Feminine Face of Change is here within us.
We are agents of change as soon as we see that the world's need for our leadership is greater than our fears.
Father’s Day is approaching here in the United States. It’s calling my heart to focus in on the complexity of what holidays look and feel like for the families of our world.
I know that the holidays can bring up so much: love, joy, gratitude, laughter, connection, sorrow, anger, disappointment, resentment, questions...
One way or another these holidays connect us into the tenderness of our hearts.
This is the last week of school for my girls and so many emotions are stirred up for me. Flannery will be moving from the world of preschool to Kindergarten. Laila will be a 3rd grader. WHAT!?!
When I look back at who they were just a couple of years ago and see who they are becoming now, I know I'm witnessing the magical unfolding of life.
Today I ask you to witness the magical unfolding of your own life.
Over the last 18 months there have been reports in my small town of a man following women through our public woods and trails. He's flashed them, intimidated them, and there was one incident where he chased a woman down. I’m so grateful she got away but I’m angry that this one man is creating so much fear and preventing women from hiking through these beautiful trails.
He’s stopped me from taking my regular hikes through these trails, too.
I am a 35-year-old woman who should feel free to walk these beautiful paths in these woods.
About one week before my 37th birthday, I sat considering what I really wanted to give myself this year. With 3 children six and under, many thoughts came to mind. A subscription to a bourbon of the month club (*Of note: I don’t think I’ve ever tried bourbon. But being in such a monthly club sounds awfully relaxing, yes?)? A hearing aid that turns tiny whining voices into the Sound of Music soundtrack? No. I needed peace, but the usual request for a spa gift certificate or a day to myself wasn’t stirring my soul.