I am the Hedgehog

#Ican'tbelieveshe's18!

Hello lovelies! It's been months since I've written on these pages. I can't believe the last post was back in the summer. I can't believe my one kid is eighteen, or my Dad's been gone two years, or that Donald Trump is still president. There are a lot of things I can't believe but alas, they are. 

acceptance and surrender are key to serenity. 🍁

My last post was called Monday Night is Garbage Night - which had to do with things we do know, like garbage night, and other things which are mystery like building a stick sculpture on the beach without caring how it comes out and trusting the creative process which is the stuff of life. 

That summer piece ended with this:

We are an experiment in tenderness + trust + staying connected + keeping it real.🌀

I love that last sentence. I love the invitation it offers to be so very kind and gentle with ourselves. In a world where people are shot down at a music festival or praying in church, it's easy to be silenced and shut down. It's feels like the most logical thing to become a hedgehog and curl up into a ball and wait out whatever crazy shit is going on. But you can't wait life out. We're here, now.

It's been a shocking time. 

Some days I am the hedgehog. 

But even in a ball, it's tenderness and keeping it real, and connection that nourishes my life. 

I know that this whole thing is an experiment in arms wide open, in giving and receiving 

joy and love and beauty. 

To simplify in a world gone kinda nuts.

To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter...to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life. 

- John Burroughs

Let yourself be thrilled today. 

big love xo
b