Making the Most of Your Holiday Time

Heart Unfolds

Heart Unfolds

The Heart Unfurls
Sometimes when I am feeling stressed, I like to reward myself with a great, big, deep breath.
Such a breath as this gives my heart the space it needs to allow its petals to unfurl.

When I catch of a glimpse of this beauty, sometimes locked closed and deep,
I am amazed that something of such grace, power, and love resides within.

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A little prayer and thought to everyone on the holidays. I hope your time is joyous and precious.
And for those whose holidays may contain a bit more stress and drama than the fantastical version put forth by Hallmark and others, I wish you well.

Whatever you may experience, remember this- God created you. You are here and you are present in this time and space for a reason. You do not need to save the world, but you are charged with taking care of You. So in the midst of all the holiday cheer (or for some, stress and fear) take a deep breath and for that moment let your heart unfurl- so You may see the beauty that resides within.

I hope this message is not perceived as negative. I realize for so many the holidays are a time of love and cheer. It is almost sacrilegious to speak of anything negative around the holidays. But for many, the greeting card version of the holidays simply does not exist, and for some this can be doubly painful and isolating. The holidays are but one moment in time of a lifetime. Let this time mean to you whatever you need it to be. If it is a time of family and meals, wonderful. If it is a time of alone-ness and self-reflection, equally wonderful. The time is YOURS – make of it what you will.

To All the “Child-Less” Mothers during the Holidays

To Touch the Void

To Touch the Void

Not all women have children, but many (not all) women desire to have children. I consider myself a “child-less” mother. I alwys desperately wanted children of my own, four to be exact. Something about driving around in a mini-van filled with children appealed to me. Life did not work out that way, though. I do mother, now, two wonderful stepchildren, but they are not mine in the birth sense.

For a child-less mother, the holidays can be difficult. In no way with a sense of negativity or regret, we may ask “What if?”. Within our question of “What if?”, we also ask “What now?” and for one particular holiday, the “What now” was particularly hard on me. I traveled with my husband and stepkids to visit his family. As a stepparent, you often feel like an outsider, and for some reason that sense multiplied on this trip.

I wrote the following poem:

My Children Were Never Born

Some women
are made
For motherhood
others not

I was- I thought
The former,
The latter not my self defined

A woman in my condition –
childless stepmother –
should armor for the holiday

A degree of separation
multiplying- daily

Twas the night of
children
bornless

Had they ever
been mine?

To ask is to know

Mine
Lost
before
The Stars

Laid a kiss

Upon their cowled heads.

For me, this poem was inspiration. Others may say to me, “Your stepchildren are like your own”. They do not know what they speak. In my mind, my children were never born during this lifetime. Perhaps some life past, ages ago, or sometimes in heaven (however you may define it), I will meet my children. For now, I may be “child-less” to others, but within me beats the heart of a mother. This heart beats within all of us, and with it, we truly birth and care for our worlds.