So, how are you feeling? And why?
All day yesterday, I did my homework. The homework was for my 30-day intensive nonviolent communication class, and yesterday’s assignment was to keep a “needs-met” trigger journal. I wrote down the...
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We Have Different Feelings
Orlando was swinging something around behind me. It was long and whip-like. I turned around and told him, “Orlando, no swinging in the house. That could really hurt some—— is that my headset?” Orlando...
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Practicing Peace: Self-Connection
This is the fourth post in my series Practicing Peace, in which I am sharing some of the practices I do throughout my days, including mindfulness, self-connection, and meditation. See the end of this...
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Practicing Peace: Self-Connection (continued)
This is the fifth post in my series Practicing Peace, in which I am sharing some of the practices I do throughout my days, including mindfulness, self-connection, and meditation. See the end of this...
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Six Going on Sixteen
Sometimes I feel so filled with impatience. With irritation. With resistance. Sometimes I can find a way to accept those feelings and I soften. Sometimes I remain in the grip of it and simply try my...
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Witness
Mica was really tired, too tired, really, and nothing was right. He didn’t want to brush his teeth, he didn’t want the toothpaste (the only kind we have, have ever had), and the water was too cold. He...
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Feeling My Feelings
The Buddha, in Lahaina on Maui A year ago, we were in Hawaii, cruising down the two-lane road from our little apartment, headed somewhere south… maybe to the botanical gardens. It was a longer drive,...
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Giving Myself a Minute
I wrote this short piece for the annual newsletter of my meditation community and thought I would share it here. Just another example of learning to feel my feelings… I sit down on the couch and pick...
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The Same Monster
I was covered in kids, both of whom were unhappy and insisting they had had the smaller share of mama-cuddling. We were a pile of tired and I was in surround-sound stereo: “But I want as many minutes...
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Finding Our Soft Hearts
A couple of us moms were still preparing — skewering the hollow eggs so they could be painted, squirting small blobs of paint onto plates, and tying toothpicks to strings. The kids had just come in...
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