Dear 2018

Dear 2018

Dear 2018,

You taught me that Anger is powerful and I thought it would take away my Joy forever. The fire, the rage, the power of that emotion, I feared at times would burn it all down. But, then there were moments where time slowed down and the sun shown upon me and I fell down in humility; and then you lifted me up as Gratitude filled my heart.

I felt so awkward this year. My eyes, my skin, my hair all changed, my lungs and heart and the breath I breathed, all felt so fragile and yet there was a strength holding me up under it all, holding me gently under my arms.

I’m learning to listen. To listen to what matters most, my own voice when it’s connected to You. May next year be free from doubt and fear and full of courageous Love and Adventure.

Goodbye.
With Love,
Kat

Super duper happy life

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Super duper happy life

I just posted the longest video I have ever posted of myself out into the ether. Thank you instastories. It was all about the dream I have on my heart. I've been up here tending my grief the last 3 or 4 days, revisiting a course I took with Pixie Lighthorse in 2016 .. Honoring Grief with Owl. It was intense that first round! This was two years ago, before I knew anything about dmd. I grieved hard then and I didn't even know what was coming in the form of pain. So, I decided to tend my grief this week, to revisit. I think it's excellent practice to revisit. As Kirkregard says, in his Kirkregardian way, "Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived forward." With all this grief tending (amongst doing all the things, feeding the children, getting then to school, bedtime, etc., while Nate is at Orphan Wisdom School in Canada), there is another side. Turns out, it's celebration. 

According to Pixie, grief work isn't so much about the loss, it's more about grieving who we were before, who we wanted to be, who we were when  ... When we were unprepared. We had an idea of who we were going to be, before this terrible thing occurred. What do we do with all of it? All the fear, the tension, the pain? We lay it down and give it peace, we honor what we didn't get to be and we live our lives forward. 

What comes from tending grief is a celebration of who we, of who I, get to be as a result of dealing with it.

I now get to be someone with a ton of compassion, someone who gets to mother a very fragile human who has a huge heart and a clear and steady light. I get to be flawed and less judgmental. I get to be raw and more vulnerable then I ever thought possible. I get to release control and surrender to this life. I get to start engaging more with life as it really exists. Pixie says grief is an ascending action. It brings things up and out and with that comes release and celebration.  

Everynight (for the last 3 years), B and I do a check in . I ask him the same two questions every night (I've tried to change it to, but he insists). I ask, "is there anything I can do better?" and "what are you grateful for?" His answers are always the same. "Be super duper happy" and "you" ..

I'm always honest with him and some days I can only say, I’m committed to trying. But I think his magic is starting to work. Because it has stirred a dream into my heart. I can't give you the details about what it means to be super duper happy, but I can say, there is celebration on the other side of this grief. And that celebration has given me a glimpse into a future, I never thought possible. 

There’s more. One of my top strengths #strengthsfinder is Learner. A learner loves to learn and learn and learn ... But what happens when a learner keeps all that learning inside? It stagnates, and dissipates and it's gone. So, my very gentle challenge to myself is to share. To write, to process, to share the lessons on this dream of being super duper happy. That starts now.

 Goodnight with Love,   
Kat

 

 

  

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Special Needs

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Friends,

Friends, here is a bit of my story (see link below)...

I found This Little Miggy Stayed Home as I was navigating my way through the beginning of being a Special Needs mom. I felt like I came home and that I could just park myself on her (mid-century, vintage) couch and relax. Here words helped me find strength and resolve. Plus, its just a delightful, cool, fortifying, stylish blog. 

Go to: www.thislittlemiggystayedhome.com to learn about supporting and loving your special needs friends and community. 

Go here: http://www.thislittlemiggy.com/…/special-needs-spotlight-b.… to hear some of my/our story. 

Love you,
Kat

the words of another Mother

the words of another Mother

These words have a deep meaning to me. They are words that resonate and speak a truth that I often don't, they were written by this woman I'm grateful that the internet exists. 

I’ve learned that until I had a child with a “terminal disease” that what I thought were only tears soaking into my carpet floor are actually prayers soaking into Heaven. That my deep cries and desperate groans that often feel pointless and unbearable actually turn out to be the language Abba knows best. What I’m trying to say is that I’m grateful for a God that doesn’t need me to always scream out to Him with an eloquent, put-together, poetic prayer. That in my moments of complete brokenness, He continues to bottle up each tear and then promises to always wipe it away... What loyal love... To never allow one moment of suffering to go unnoticed. Being this boy’s mama is one of the greatest privileges of my life.

May I remember that I can make my life a Garden of Prayer and Offering of Love, Devotion, and Joy and that my suffering is simply water for those seeds.