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October 28, 2015 ~ Knz.Snyderman ~ Leave a comment

I want to know your deepest darkest truth…

your happy truth

your frightened truth

your broken truth

your crazy truth

your rebel truth

your fantasy truth

your thankful truth

your human truth

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Easter comes from the name of the ancient Anglo-Saxon spring Goddess Eostra or Eostara. And the Easter bunny and Easter eggs are all symbols of the fertility and new growth that is celebrated around the time of Spring Equinox. The kids and I celebrate this time by building a nest together. Then we each place an egg that holds a message about something we intend to grow in our lives. A little dinner ceremony is held and we share our intentions with each other. Each time we look at our nest we are encouraged and reminded that what we desire is growing in our lives. Get the recipe for this activity on my blog. You’ll find a link in my bio. 🌷 #easteractivities #springrituals #vatamama #kidsgarden #meaningfulcelebrations

May it be here, In this life that screams “Mom, Mom, Mom!” In the rushing breeze And noisy trees. May it be here, In my sweat, In my running shoes, In the storm that could soak us. May it be here, Between bursts of rationality, Probing themes of time and energy. May it be here, Among the aimless wanderers, A park bench, and the weeds, May it be here, With sirens and rain in the distant air, The wind whooshing more and more. May it be here, In this body, in these clothes, With an empty belly, And a stuffy nose. May it be here, That I live. The children flying on swings to foreign lands. With their quick feet and strong willful bellies, A sacred power animating their forms. Their stampeding-elephant wills, May sometimes make me feel as if I’ll be run over. One child is a bird, And one a Tarzan, And I love this. But I have to admit sometimes I don’t know how to be with them. I forget myself in my exhaustion. I front power plays, I bluff serenity. Then I remember the power of intention. And it is here in the panic and anxiety that I allow my heart to drink vats of gratefulness. It is here I relearn to play their game, A play inherited by the power that moves them, that power that moves me too. It is here I find imperfection and grace and empowerment. And it is here that resistance falls And the drama in my mind settles like dust. I smell rain and am awash with a sense of knowing I borrow their hearts and their ears May it be here That I live. #mother #poems #children #imperfectparenting #spirtuality #words #motherhoodquotes

Yes, most days reading children’s books is part of my morning routine. Thank god! 🌞📚🦉 #miraclemorning #justfortoday #bookstagram

Zippie’s over night field trip to the Alaska Sea Life Center. She came back with a passion for seals and now she is writing a children’s book on the subject of harp seals. 🥰

She likes her dress. #caterday #catsofinstagram

#notetoself ... And again, and again, and keep doing! The thing you need is coming to you now. Even if it’s outside of your view, trust that it is there and it wants you as badly as you want it. #creativebusiness #bloggingresources #manifestsuccess #vatamama #try

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