tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post3792617981041808853..comments2023-04-03T08:01:36.881-04:00Comments on Open-Hearted Life: It's February. And I Want You to Feel Good.dharmamamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04300114394099599509noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-25850041508430132812009-02-11T21:55:00.000-05:002009-02-11T21:55:00.000-05:00lately, i have to say, making myself feel "good" h...lately, i have to say, making myself feel "good" has included a lot of cookies. but of course that doesn't REALLY make me feel good. <BR/><BR/>what REALLY makes me feel good is having a crazy flailing leg party with my evan on the bed (this consists of us lying on the bed and, well, flailing our legs around all crazy); turning on the music and singing and dancing; snuggling under a quilt with a book...<BR/><BR/>thus the list. i think i might need to add a little reminder on mine: a little list of things that don't make me feel better.<BR/><BR/>hmm... i like this idea...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03753553949885480109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-85429882055968922902009-02-10T17:28:00.000-05:002009-02-10T17:28:00.000-05:00"Look up, my friend . . ."This made me giggle ;) I..."Look up, my friend . . ."<BR/><BR/>This made me giggle ;) In Oregon, where the grey sky and rain over our valley can make one feel a bit claustrophobic (especially after the open, almost-constant blue sky of the South Dakota prairie), I must remember (and remind) to look *down* at the immense expanse of GREEN on those wet, dreary days... <BR/>Thank you for the reminder to remember :Dhahamommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02833374219315596567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-52859541519160175782009-02-10T07:18:00.000-05:002009-02-10T07:18:00.000-05:00Good comments, and an excellent post, my friend.I ...Good comments, and an excellent post, my friend.<BR/><BR/>I just got laid off again. Wrote about it at The Cheek. You'd think I'd be very bummed out. Like before. But this time, I'm welcoming the chance to grow. I'm eyeballs deep in school, and my family needs me now more than ever. So I'm gonna relax, study, curl up on the couch with my wife, toss the football, write stories, and live a bit. For now . . . <BR/><BR/>Mostly, I turn to a good book. I have so many that I can choose from, and they all speak to me where I'm at. I have a knack for pulling meaning from almost anything, and so books are my go-to when things look crappy.<BR/><BR/>Look up, my friend . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-66317064955783642452009-02-09T00:54:00.000-05:002009-02-09T00:54:00.000-05:00I needed to hear that: to accept Feb. for what it ...I needed to hear that: to accept Feb. for what it is. I've spent the last week planning my escape from this cold North of Alaska. I popped over here after you left your comment on my son's blog post (his unschool v. school essay). I want to come to one of your drum circles! I love your username also - dharmamama. All of my friends call me dharma because they say I remind them of the character on the show Dharma and Greg. I've got you on my favorites now so I look forward to following your blog:)Heidi Snavleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954842963823414136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-16604145605967963022009-02-08T22:21:00.000-05:002009-02-08T22:21:00.000-05:00What a lovely reminder of what's important to us--...What a lovely reminder of what's important to us--and to do these things when we need them. Ice skating helps me remember the flow and beauty of life. My family (my 8-yr-old loves hugs now--Gotta take advantage of that while it lasts!), my big black shaggy dog, connecting with friends who really "get" me.Michele Matucheskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12162457608075358487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-40296809947054163512009-02-08T20:22:00.000-05:002009-02-08T20:22:00.000-05:00I give myself the Gift of February. Whatever I cho...I give myself the Gift of February. Whatever I choose to do with it is perfect and right and fully indulged. Hayden will have an amazing 1/2 birthday party, he's claimed that day ;) And we have a Friday the 13th, our favorite Sushi day, so another date with Joy. In between and all around I have full permission to feel whatever February brings, as it will only once this year. I can easily love the sun and loathe the clouds simultaneously... to be able to feel is itself a gift. In the quiet even-more-in-betweens I breathe and cry and knit and eat and find comfort and exile and communion and kleenex ;) this year I'm adding walking to the list and loaner kids and Christopher Moore, I think there'll be a dramatic difference felt all around.hahamommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02833374219315596567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-59449945872734510182009-02-06T10:05:00.000-05:002009-02-06T10:05:00.000-05:00What a wonderful giveaway, Caren. Especially sinc...What a wonderful giveaway, Caren. Especially since the February doldrums have hit me hard this week. Reading, knitting, curling up with a great movie are a few things that help. But mostly, letting go of the chores and routines and letting the kids carry be away into their own worlds is what helps me the most. I'm going to go do that right now. Thanks for the reminder.carrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05021071410789165309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-24194327978949301362009-02-06T10:00:00.000-05:002009-02-06T10:00:00.000-05:00For me it's simple: I look at my daughter's face....For me it's simple: I look at my daughter's face. Even though these days, it sometimes has black lipstick and hair covering one eye, it's still the most beautiful face in the world to me. I once read your face should light up when your child comes into the room - and mine does.VVVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01216887840245410096noreply@blogger.com