Party like its 1999!

Four mothers, four daughters…what kind of trouble can that lead to?  Well, here is what happens when you get a bunch of women together …lots of talking, partaking in some vino, raucous laughter….then eating, more talking, wine and laughing!

What happens next, I guarantee does not happen with a group of men dining together…. 

We start to Dance, sing, and yes….pull out the mop handle to have a limbo contest!!!

This morning reality sunk in.  Our daughter was going back to school, my floors were sticky from our bare foot escapades, and beds needed changing.  My back is sore and my headaches…hhhmmmm…but I would do it all again tonight if I could.  What great moments to have shared with this group of women.  Some of us are getting grey hair, sore hips and saggy bums; while others are finding new love, school opportunities and travel. The conversation and events, like the women present was open, honest, joyful and very spontaneous…

Walking out to the barn I was smiling inside with deep contentment and gratitude.  I was met by my stable help Kelly who is the same age as my daughter, but whose own mother died just 6 months ago.  My heart suddenly ached for her.

Take your moments with those you love, make them full with the beauty of all that is you.  Today I am reminded of an 70’s mantra..Peace and Love.   It’s what it is all about. 

laundry and the power to transform

I love laundry.  I have a special connection to laundering; I met my husband in the campus laundry mat at Queens.   If I could be wearing baggy sweatpants, big purple glasses and a volcanic cold sore and still manage to seem appealing; then surely there was something more to the act of laundering our clothes.

Many years ago when I was much busier(working, family, travelling),uncharacteristically I found myself bitter about doing the laundry.   This was a feeling that I would never have had before.  I always enjoyed the process of laundering clothes…sorting,loading from washer to dryer, folding from the dryer, folding from the laundry line, and yes—even ironing.  I had a moment of self pity: why am “I” the only one that does the laundry?  whine…whine…whine… Why can’t “someone else” do it? whine….whine…whine…

I remembered a quote from the book I was reading at the time,
“The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest. “Thomas Moore

I knew that truth, but I needed the reminder…  I recalled the days when I shopped a lot at second-hand stores and “vintage” shops;)  I remembered easily the fact that I didn’t always have the money to buy new clothes, and was diligent in keeping clothes clean so that I wouldn’t have to spend extra money laundering them.  I reminded myself that I was in fact, very blessed to be in the position of having clothes to launder, sheets to change and diapers to wash.  Changing the way I viewed the job, transformed the activity from a chore to an act of gratitude.

Most of us have read or heard of Eckhart Tolle’s books.  He is a spiritual leader from B.C. and his groundbreaking book, “The Power of Now” made him famous and one of “Oprah’s” favorites.  As referenced by the title, the importance of being present, not wishing your moments away, is the key to a heightened consciousness.  I would add, peace.  He put the consequences of complaining our moments away like this:”To complain is always non acceptance of what is.  It invariably carries with it an unconscious negative charge.”

So when I have my dog smiling at me because he has luxuriated in the bog, or fingerprints on the windows(when Emily was little), or dirty floors that need cleaning again: I make the shift from irritation to gratitude for animals in my life, children leaving their signatures, and people in my home.