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Buddhism

The Object Of My Wrath

Sheena LaShay, February 1, 2013

My flight was delayed and there were two lines forming. I’d just spent the week prior doing five photo shoots in the sweltering heat of Texas but I was having the time of my life. This flight delay didn’t worry me. I was on a high. I found a line where there were only two people in front of me while the other line across the way had about 15 people waiting. I remember thinking in that moment how lucky I was to have gravitated towards the shorter line.

Mothering Ourselves: Nurturing Yourself, Your Dreams and the World

Guest Author, June 27, 2010

Please welcome back Pink Goddess Tama Kieves, author of This Time I Dance: Creating the Work You Love. She speaks to us today about the oft-forgotten necessity of mothering ourselves -- self-care to a T, Pinkies! Enjoy, and many thanks as always to Tama!

I have had to learn how to mother myself in this lifetime. I love my mother, more so these days than ever before, but for many years I felt like I got the short end of the umbilical cord. Like many of us, I didn’t get the movie mother in this lifetime, the tireless cheerleader, the fierce cub-protector, or the one who listened deeply to all my secret places and saw colors in me, I had yet to see. That mother was on back order when I was placing my cosmic selection. Instead, I got someone who hadn’t exactly read the manual, and I know now, deserved and needed a mother herself.

But I have become a great mother to myself.