It has been raining for days. Streams flow from the mountain tops and flood the roads. So far, Shekina Garden (next to the river) hasn’t flooded again.
Read MoreI wake up and have to choose.
On my last post, Dee commented that motherhood is more of an offering than an investment. Whew. That is a mouthful. An offering.
I wake up and have to choose. To consume? To invest, strings attached? Or to hold my hands out: an offering?
Read More“We have a lot of kids,” I say to Chinua after we pick Kai up. The car is full of them, and this is so literal, in the space sense. Our car is full of our family.
Read MoreUmbrellas are wonderful because they show up in unexpected places. This is what I thought to myself the other night, as Chinua and I were driving home from a date that didn’t go badly but didn’t go well,
Read MoreI began this blog seventeen years ago and named it Journey Mama because of a dream. I felt stuck and needed to travel in words and memories, needed to journey even if I wasn’t physically going anywhere.
Things change, and they stay the same.
Read MoreLately, it is hard to wake up. I can’t quite remember why things are safe or whether days or wakefulness is good, so I need to pull myself out of bed and put my feet on the stairs.
Read MoreThe other day, I was riding one of our motorbikes, a rattly old beloved thing, through town to pick up some groceries. I could start many sentences this way. It is what I do. I shop for mangos, lemons, and tomatoes. And somewhere along the way, I had an epiphany.
Read MoreI am sitting in a coffee shop in Bangkok, wearing two masks. There are many things in this city that I would like to do but cannot because of the state of things, the pandemic.
Read MoreOver the last few days, my heart and mind have been full of thoughts and emotions about saying goodbye to our firstborn.
Read MoreOur days now are filled with homeschool, writing, walking, meditation, working at Shekina Garden or making music.
Read MoreLately I am thinking a lot about ideal vs. real.
Sometimes I hold up my ideal self as a shield: Love this! Isn’t it pretty?
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