Parenting

You may house their bodies, but not their souls…children, that is.

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said “Speak to us of Children”, and he said:

Your children are not your children

They are the son’s and daughter’s of life’s longing for itself.

They come through you, but not from you.

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts

for they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies, but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you,

for life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

and he bends you with his might that his arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;

for even as he loves the arrow that flies,

So he loves the bow that is stable.

-Kahlil Gibran

 

This poem is fitting for today considering I (more…)
   

Taking Off My Convivial Cloak + The End Of An Era

It’s starting to hit me and I can’t believe it. My oldest son is going to kindergarten in five days, which means this is the last week ever that he’ll be home as he has been…hence, a new chapter begins for the both of us. Excuse me while I run for a tissue.

By choice, my personal life doesn’t always translate onscreen, but today I’m pulling back the turquoise-colored curtains and opening the windows to air out some details. To start…

I’m going to temporarily remove my convivial cloak and reveal something…

As a self-proclaimed convivial woman, someone who wants to live fully and find presence in the things, people, places, and activities that bring me joy, there’s another side to me.

Behind the scenes of this whole Convivial vision and online world of mine, I have been living another life and its not always pretty or interesting…GULP…it’s been the life of a (more…)