9.28.2011

relationship wednesday: sacred self


our relationship with our bodies is complicated

i look at you and see coco skin
brown eyes, wavy locks
you look at yourself and see race
separation even shame

you look at me and see lily skin
azure eyes, golden hair
i look at my self and see shortcomings 
questions and failures

we slouch
we slump
we bite our nails, our lips, 
....each other.

kindness to ourselves
our bodies 
strangers....
is not often taught
therefore, less often indulged



sometimes it takes a shock to the soul
to force us to look deeper
to look past the physical

beauty is after all, only skin deep

perhaps one day i will look at you
and see myself
perhaps one day 

 

we'll all be this free....

~ mrs m

henna hands here
tambourine hands here 

9.26.2011

wherever you go, there you are


i have home on the brain...


admittedly i am a bit 
ummmm....consumed.
so on this monday...
dreaming homemade dreams
makes me happy


epicenter of the family


alcove of the heart


temple of the body


seat of the soul
mr c and me
we're on a quest
to find our lil space in this world.

let the cozy begin.
xoxo ~ m

9.25.2011

whispering goodbye

some spirit for your sunday


~song for autumn~

in the deep fall
don't you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind?

and don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? and don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow?

the pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. and the wind pumps its
bellows. and at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.
~ mary oliver

mrs m

tree magic found here

9.22.2011

thursdays child.....come drink at my table


come...
drink at my table.
let me pour you
flutes full of happiness
and goblets brimming with joy
come....
dine with me
on flights of divine fancy
and cornucopias of good will

go ahead
drink...

and once you've drunk your fill
march on....


tipsy in it all
~ mrs m

9.21.2011

imago my ego



this past weekend mr c was invited to sit in on a couples retreat at the omega institute in reinbeck ny.

i of course…tagged along.

the 3 day class lead by harville hendrix and his wife helen was bookended by scrumptious vegan grub, 7 am yoga + meditation and took the approach that by eliminating negativity, respecting the scared space between, and utilizing a technique called imago dialogue we can not only have a strife free marriage but a blissful one. i looked around the room at the 55 couples at varying points in their relationships, from dating to…teetering on the very precipice of divorce, and thought to myself
“this has got to be some pretty powerful shit”



but a mere 48 hours after we sat down to slough through our childhood, our fears and our wants…
I noticed something.

where before there were scowls…i now glimpsed smiles

i witnessed arms, casually slung across shoulders where before they were crossed

but perhaps most exciting…hope shining in the eyes of people who recognized again
why they fell in love in the first place.

i grinned…."i’ll be dammed...this stuff might really work."

it’s been 3 days since we left the cocoon of the retreat and i wonder about those couples.
have they started to change?
are they more kind?
do they really listen when their partner talks?
or was it too easy to slide back into old habits.


just yesterday i felt myself getting frustrated over something silly that mr c did.
i stopped, took a breath and in true imago style asked if it was an ok time
to tell him about something that was bugging me.
he took his own breath and said, let me see if i get this…
you wish to share something with me that’s bugging you.
did i get that?”

i smiled and with a little prayer of thanks to ole harville said…
yes mr c….you got it!

xoxo ~
mrs m