September is for self love and making space

I know it’s the end of August, but there’s something about back to school and the darkening morning skies that always makes me feel like I’m in September around this time of year.  I begin to crave softness and purple.  I knitted myself a hat to honor that craving.  (Giant pompom please and thank you.)

This September has called me to some intense nesting: make beauty in and for my home,  shower myself with love, care and affection, and to make space for miracles. I’ve never felt a pull so strong to sit back,  snuggle in,  and let myself be loved. Interesting timing as I’m wriitI ing book about making space for miracles.

Snuggle position engaged.  Do your thing universe ♡

I nurtured my belly with homemade soup as a part of this beautiful e-experience called “a woman’s thirst ” hosted by Hannah Marcotti. My soup was carrot and potato. (Why do I always want to put an “e” at the end of potato?!)

I used gently salted water (about 3 cups) as a base,  since I didn’t have chicken or veggie stock.   In it I boiled  (about 2 cups ) carrots and (3 smallish) potatoes till they were soft enough to blend.

I sauteed onion and a little marinated artichoke hearts and added them just as I was ready to blend.

I decided to leave some chunks, because I like to chew.  It was divine.

Here, it’s shown with a sprinkling of goat cheese and hemp hearts. 

And we bought patchouli incense. It smells like a forest after it rains in here. It smells like love and home.

I’m open.

Melt into the discomfort

My guide le frog, mini-mixed media collage, JENNIFER

It isn’t that I can’t sleep.  I’m just not sleep yet and it’s getting late enough that I’ll feel this tomorrow.

I’m thinking about the moment — surrendering to the moment, that is.  My moment is uncomfortable to put it mildly. My mister and I are maturing as people (which is nice), growing into our individual purpose (which feels like being a teenager again), and managing a little money that has to cover a lot of things (which is what it is.)

All of this has to happen like this.

Tonight I need to declare my surrender and trust in the universe.  And so I declare it with open hands and a trusting heart.  I release my plans and expectations.  I feel a little nervous because I prefer not to get another knock on the ass, but I trust.

I trust.

I trust.

Are you in an uncomfortable moment?  

Can you melt into it?

Love,

Jen

A tiny box of sadness

Home, mixed-media, tiny original, JENNIFER

I shared this on Facebook of all places.  My mother will surely have her input.  I wanted to share it with you too:

Today I woke up sad.

It felt like a tiny little box of sadness settled in my soul, so I decided to open it up (metaphorically) and I found this message: Love yourself through your sadness. Walk slowly through it — it’s a part of the path to letting go. With every step, expectations of what “should” be fall away and your grip of control over the outcome is loosened. Where control is released, gigantic space for miracles (or happy occurrences that are more awesome than you expected, if you aren’t into the miracle thing) is opened up.

Be kind to yourself.

xoxo

Jen