Now here we are reeling from the bizarre pace of March. We cycle through this piece of history, that which is framed by the four walls of our homes, but also one that is expanding, like breath as we reach out in empathy through the abandoned streets of the world.
Author: KiniMama
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The Chrysalis
A story of protection and pause in a time of transformation.
Last Pau Hana (for now)
Pau Hana: meaning the work is done; a ritual after the days labors are complete; If you don’t live in Hawai’i you’ve probably had a pau hana…… Read more “Last Pau Hana (for now)”
In the Time of Corona
That time the whole world was sent to our rooms.
The Birthday Blog & The Sun
I have mastered nothing. Not even my ever popular Caesar salad dressing with bacon bits. Not even my oldest, most beloved friendships. Most definitely not mothering, or writing or falling soundly asleep. Like a sentence, I can be rewritten a thousand times, but always saying the same thing: I’m me. Just me. Here. Now. Under the same sun I was born.
The Six of Pentacles and How I’m Not Always Right
I sure love being right all the time. I’m grew up smack dab in the middle of women, my voice, tiny, had to be even louder, my mind, stubborn, even more sure than ever. I was raised to be right. Astrologically? So fucking right all the time. Aquarius and their constant pursuit of social justice. Then I got married and I get to be right in where we should eat tonight, forgetting to buy coffee creamer and the state of our Tupperware drawer. Now as a mom? Do I even need to say it? Always right.
Friends are Vital
I do this thing. Where I pull way back from people. And, I’m talking about this because i just did it for two weeks over the holidays and I’m somewhat still in it but coming out of it. And, I’ll tell you all this and you might tell me you do it to. It’s probably totally normal.
