My Sacred Life, Day 13

And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.

For Your Information

Ladies, ya know how a fingernail is known once and again to flip itself downwards and stay there? And how the most effective treatment is a good strong shake-snap of the hand and 10 minutes of sucking?
Yeah?
Well, don't do that if it's your entire thumb that flips. Ow. Really.
I was in the groove, I had a great case ready to deliver and I was closing the powdered sugar storage thingie. By pushing down the lid, with my open hand. Just as the timer went off for my muffins, I heard the *pop,* like a fingernail but bigger, so I gave the hand a shake and headed for the oven. And stopped. In pain. Way bigger than a fingernail. Ow. Ow. Ow. fuuuuuuuuck!
I wanted to freak out sooooo bad. And I did. For a bit. Then I just swore. A lot. With newly invented words. Lots of them. I had not felt that crumple-to-the-floor kind of pain in a long time. Ever? Way worse than baby pain. FUCKERLICIOUSMENTALPISSANTFUUUUUCK!!!
And I had a confused boyfriend. Still super cool, though seemingly worthless in the face of his first diana-in-pain panic. For future reference, perhaps for more men than just Scotty ;) Don't touch me. I am in sensory overload with pain, I need no further input. Your job is not to stop the freak out, but to bear witness to it. When I'm ready to shut up, I will. Breathe, lead by example. Without talking, just listen. Eh, there's more details I can't remember and honestly have no desire to record or critique (over my shoulder he edits and directs this post ::bg::). He was just fine, as himself. I haven't been injured in adult company in so long I don't have much clue what kind of support I like. The ice was nice.
The muffins were saved. The bake case looked beautiful.
I showed Patches the dangers of opposable thumbage. I don't think she ever felt her life was incomplete without it, though now, she's likely to never desire a thumb at all.
I still can't touch my pinky and it may be a while before I fingerspell Left-handed.
By Golly, the bake will go on.
Without any hand shake-snapping. Ow.
Now you know.

My Sacred Life, Day 12

This little light of mine,

I'm gonna let it shine.

This little light of mine,

I'm gonna let it shine,

let it shine,

let it shine,

let it shine.

My Sacred Life, Day 11

I never underestimate the value of a loving yet ass-kicking voice to add to my internal choir.
His voice reMinds me to act in full expression of my Soul.
~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~

The Four Agreements®

1. Be Impeccable With Your Word Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love. 2. Don't Take Anything Personally Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering. 3. Don't Make Assumptions Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life. 4. Always Do Your Best Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse and regret.

My Sacred Life, Day 10

My life as a canvas. I am a creation of every stroke of every brush. A compilation still in progress.

~Life as Art as God~

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
::: Rumi :::

The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
::: Michelangelo :::

O Great Creator of Being, grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.
::: Jim Morrison :::
~Amen

My Sacred Life, Day 9

I can quiet
while I create.

Win/win/win.

~amen~

My Sacred Life, Day 8

Sometimes I'm the rock. Sometimes I'm the sand. Sometimes I'm the water.

Always changing. Always the same.
Amen.

Mama's Date with (a Kiefer replacement): Hour 2

Hour 2: Dave Miller Of course!
Dave is one Amazing Dude Dad & Hottie Hubbie
He raises the bar for the cute/smart/cool combo standards.
Not to mention how he has tapped his own uncharted wealth of patience and commitment to evolving.
He is our Gemini Monkey Birthday Party Extravaganza Poster Boy. And I'm glaaad.
I can't wait.
Thanks Dave, for tolerating and maybe, just a teeny-tiny bit, appreciating my appreciation of you. As always, thanks to Crystal for sharing ♥ you lucky wench & for being so grateful :D

Mama's Date with (a Kiefer replacement): Hour 1

It's sad. No 24 'til 2009.
:::deep breath:::
All is as it should be.
Still, I'm jonesin' for my date.

As necessity is the Mother of invention. I will use the creativity of my own inner writer to bring you 24 installments of Mama's Date of the Week.
You may have seen versions of this kind of list on our most favorite blogs. I'm going to expand here, upon my amazing idea for a pin-up calendar, and highlight those hot, hot men from the Unschooling World. Meet my tribe!

Hour 1: Kirby Dodd
I just don't think there's a nicer guy in the Universe.
And he's funny.
I'm so glad I know Kirby.
You will be too, when you meet him.

Yeah, he's what happens when you give kids access to the world. He's what happens when passions are embraced and supported.
1 out of 1 Holly agrees, Kirby's a damn fine big brother.
9 out of 10 unschooling moms agree Kirby Rocks! (the other one just ain't met him yet ♥)

My Sacred Life, Day 7

Making what I don't like with the same love and attention as the stuff I do like.
This here Gingerbread is a challenge for me.
It's a challenge to open the molasses.
It's a challenge to not cook the eggs with the hot water.
It's a challenge to smell that which I'd not choose to eat.
It's a challenge to know what "just right" means to Gingerbread.

And look at it.

This is what happens when I announce my love of making gingerbread.
I get to make this marvelous creation for the others of Corvallis. Those who love Gingerbread deserve diana's Gingerbread, they deserve Gingerbread made with the same love and attention and intention as the yummy goodies *I* may be partial to. Just for showing up at the coolest coffee shop in the known universe, they get that from me. A gift, for everyone.

Just a tiny little shift in perspective...
My soul loves to be nudged.
Thanks for the nudge, Gingerbread Gods.
Amen.