Monthly Archives: July 2010

A Few Words

When I read, I always have a pencil shoved into my book. For some reason, I can’t help but underline sentences and passages that speak to me. Sometimes I just like the way an author puts words together. Sometimes the truth contained is pivotal and new.

So I thought it would be fun to share some of these tidbits periodically. Enjoy!

“Rae was Rosie’s authority on all things spiritual, because her beliefs were so simple and kind. You were loved because God loves, period. God loved you, and everyone, not because you believed certain things, but because you were a mess, and lonely, and His or Her child. God loved you no matter how crazy you felt on the inside, no matter what a fake you were; always, even in your current condition, even before coffee. God loves you crazily, like I love you, Rae said, like a slightly overweight auntie, who sees only your marvelousness and need.” –Anne Lamott, Imperfect Birds

“Where you are is who you are. The further inside you the place moves, the more your identity is intertwined with is. Never casual, the choice of place is the choice of something you crave.” –Frances Mayes, Under the Tuscan Sun

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” –Maya Angelou

“It was when I was happiest that I longed most. The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing, to find the place where all the beauty came from.” –C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

“I hope I’m wrong, but I imagine that about 90 percent of the human race is snoozing along, just going through the motions. And 100 percent of us dull out some of the time. It takes miracles, white magic, wonders, to jog us from our slumber. What if we really were masters of our mind and life? What if we were God-in-action? What would we do then?”  –Carolyn See, Making a Literary Life

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Namaste Interrupted

After having breakfast with some of our very favorite people yesterday morning – the Jungs, who went and moved away on us and left us all high and dry – I thought I might write a post about things that are good for my soul because seeing the Jungs is always good for my soul.

Last night, I began to make a good-for-my-soul short list: Basil plant. Family time by the pool. Husband home for now. Mix CDs from Jamie. Etc. I also added yoga to the list because it has become a recent obsession of mine.

Until I went this morning.

For the second time in very recent history, Lane literally decomposed in the “Child Watch” program and the childcare worker had to come up to the studio and yank me out of deep meditation to retrieve my wailing daughter.

While yoga is good for my soul, practicing yoga while anxiously watching the door, wondering when the “Child Watch” people are going to barge in and pull me out . . . that is not so good for my soul.

So I’m at a bit of an impasse.

How does one balance the need for holistic peace with the agony of one’s daughter? Apparently, she wins.

Perhaps she is getting back at me for “Operation Iron Fist” (sounds far more punitive than it really is thanks to my Navy SEAL husband’s creative with naming missions), a little tough love Steve and I instituted recently to get everyone back sleeping through the night after a rough patch. I sat outside her door praying that she wouldn’t hold it against me. But now I’m wondering if she is. Maybe she should. The fact that we named it “Operation Iron Fist” was really overkill. (But it did work beautifully).

All of that to say, I will be drowning my yoga-grief in some basil-infused peach iced tea, courtesy of a friend’s suggestion on facebook. Thank you, Melissa. And I will be giving Lane an extra dose of love today because she needs it. After all, I know what it’s like to be in a dither, and sometimes you just need someone you trust to scoop you up and hold onto you for awhile.

Namaste.

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