if my twenties were all about surfacing, my thirties have been all about landing. about coming to ground. i had my first baby at 30, and my next at 32, and so i have spent the last few year running, literally and figuratively, after them. and then suddenly, one day, i realized what i had been doing.
before the children, i had been an acupuncturist and herbalist, with dreams of returning to art making. i loved it all, and i knew i loved parenting. but it was time to come into land; to start making the things and doing the work that will get me though the hard days (and with two kids those days are more often than I would hope) while also propelling me into the future with passion and hope.
in a sense, i was ready to integrate all my selves again:: the mom, the artist, the wife, the yogini, the acupuncturist... you get the picture. and although it is still a daily practice- balancing all that, i find that it all starts with coming into land. with finding ground, taking root.
