The Phoenix: Epicuriousmothering Rising

Yesterday I sat with my face to the sun for hours.  It was the perfect temperature--mid 70s--with a gentle breeze that came exactly the moment when it got too hot.  I was surrounded by my children, John and my sister and her family.  We all listened to wise advice and beautiful music and felt the peacefulness and calming that comes from being reminded that we are not alone in the universe and that we are loved and that we are capable of greatness. And I was also sick and so were all of us.  Finn has goopy eye that weeps white stuff and all of us have sore throats and an excess of mucus.  It's icky in every way.  But yesterday, while I sat in the sun and listened, I felt at peace. And this morning as I did a hard yoga practice with Anne in the sunshine as the wind outside literally shook the house and made it moan, I still felt it.  As I went from pose to pose, I thought about how hard yoga is (for those of you who think it's easy . . . please,...

And today marks my 40th blog entry.  I am feeling . . . well, I'll tell you, but first . . .  Look!  The Sun DID come out . . .   I sat outside (even if it was a bit chilly and windy) and soaked up all that good vitamin D. Piper and Finn are miraculously better (at least while the sun shines). John is happier at work (HUGE sigh). Phoebe and Celia got the grades they hoped for at school (bless them for being studious--Oh Henry, how you've made us so happy with just passing . . . you did good for your sisters LOWERING the bar). Our family worries are for the moment holding steady and in fact, looking optimistic. And best of all, my eye seems to be just fine.  Finnegan was right. So here we are . . .  40 posts later and I feel . . .   Proud. Humbled. Thankful. A little embarrassed.  Grateful. Enlightened. And most of all brave. I think these feelings have spread to every are...