All in Intentional Living

Mabon, an Equinox, and a Harvest Moon

This week we have both the Autumnal Equinox and the Full Harvest Moon (Monday). This week is the week of Mabon, marking mid-harvest, when our days and nights cover equal time, a time of mysteries. The first of the leaves have begun to turn and rain down to the ground. Each breeze that strays across our property feels just cooler than the last, it is almost imperceptible, but my body prickles with its arrival.

It feels time, doesn’t it? The free spirited, roaming part of self sort of yearning to be contained a bit. Settled down. More rest. More rhythm. It feels time to me.

Slow Parenting

Parenting. What a mind twist. There are as many ways as there are days. The possibilities for approach are endless. It is both - it is what it is AND it is what you make it.

What is my approach? My philosophy? It is slow. It is as idle as it is intentional.

I want my child to feel comfort in being with herself. I want her to feel entertained and stimulated by her own mind. I want her to feel more calm than restlessness. I want her to be able to self soothe and self invent. I want her to know what she wants and to go after it, but not to feel as though she is always searching for something outside of herself.

She is small and yet she is vast for the filling. She has a long lifetime stretched before her. I want to protect these tender years and have it be that her family and her burgeoning self are the greatest influence on setting the foundation of who she is deep in her bones, at the seat of her soul.

Today, My Baby is Four

My baby - she barely fits in my lap anymore. At night, when she is buzzing from the day and needs for me to hold her, to ground her so that she may ease into rest. Her long limbs spill over mine. I cradle her in my arms still. Determined not to tremble with fatigue under her reliance on me. Gravity, nature, pulls her precious weight away from me with greater force each day more that she has to grow on this planet.

My girl. Four years young today. A glorious day, and my heart aches the bittersweet ache of a great love, a love still somehow growing as even more of her emerges.

July Homestead Update!

Hi from my summer hiatus!

It has been a busy month since I have last posted anew, and I’m eager to be back and share what we have been up to. Life has been full of travel, connecting with loved ones, tackling projects, expanding our orchard, and managing the summer bounty that is abloom.

Here is a little (mostly photo) update of what life has been looking like

What is the Point?

It is about so much more than food - it is about nourishing the earth, our connections, our intellect, our creativity, our resilience - it is about feeding your soul.

That’s the way I see it. This is what it’s all about. These are the bits of life that I carry dearest in my heart. The values I find most important to nurture to pass on to my daughter. 

Thank you for being here with your big, beautiful minds. Thank you for pulling up a chair for this subversive gathering of sorts.

Motherhood, a Love Letter

I remind myself often that the great work of motherhood is to show up and love my child the way that she needs to be loved. There is no single way to mother best, but there is one way to mother your unique child best. And I hope against all hope that when my girl one day loses her way and drifts from me, that I can meet her where she is to offer her guidance and help her back. And if I can not, I hope that I have tethered her so that she may find her own way back. Back to herself. Back to her mother's love. 

Vulnerability

So much of our lives and connection is but seeing snippets of each other. Two hours for a dinner together, stolen text messages, an hour of a podcast, an essay on a page, little picture perfect curated squares on social media that polish our stories. There is posturing. And It’s easy to miss the humanness of those beyond your most intimate few. It’s easy to compare ourselves to ideals. It’s easy to miss the authenticity of each other. It takes extra effort - emotional, mental effort to genuinely connect.