tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140327612026-05-15T08:39:03.859-04:00Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. -Ralph Waldo EmersonMeegshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218498742250493159noreply@blogger.comBlogger2862125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14032761.post-32181524102929236222024-02-16T09:00:00.000-05:002024-02-16T09:53:45.026-05:00

 Dear Gwen, The other week we were at the High School you're going to attend in the Autumn. They were doing a welcome night, with tours and information, and when we were sitting through the introduction talk, I found myself getting choked up. I can't believe that we're looking at the start of 4 years of high school already, then you're off to college! I have to remind myself to take

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Editor's Note: The hole I was in lasted 2 weeks+, and ended slowly (in steps) when I found movement and routine again. A reminder of just how important those things are to me and my mental health! This morning I headed out on my long walk with my phone tucked securely in my backpack. I'd gotten in the habit of listening to podcast or calling my Mom or my Babs to catch up. I love both of

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 I just opened my "Blogs" folder on a whim and was sad to see how many aren't there anymore... but I guess I'm not either. I caught up on a years worth of news from the ones that were left, and spent a moment being wistful for pre-2020 one last time. Fitting as Gwen just tested positive for COVID this morning. Three and a half years, it finally got one of us. Time keeps ticking by, and

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Gwen, This is going to be a little different then my normal letters, but I haven't been writing here as much and I want to make this a little more... just this moment. The past year has been weird, and wild, and wonderful. Parts have been so hard: we had to let Daisy go, which was the biggest loss you've experienced in your life so far. The closest people you lost were all when you were

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 She lost her best friend. It happened yesterday.He was a good boy. Fourteen years old. He was always beside her. When she ate supper. When she watched television. When she used the restroom. He even slept on the floor near her bed.He was a Labrador, and then some. The biggest in his litter of 12. His shoulders were wide, his neck was a column of muscle.He wasn’t a playful dog, but he

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 Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are

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💙 

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I posted this one Instagram, but I thought it deserved to be posted here too. Hello! My name is Meegs, I’ll be 40 this year. I’m queer, and genderqueer (she/they). I’m a yoga teacher, doula, and Mapping Lead for a company that does digital mapping of cemeteries. Life, birth, and death. I have an amazing pre-teen, Gwen, who is one of the best people I know. My husband, Trav, and I have

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View this post on Instagram A post shared by Meegs (@tattooedmeegs) We celebrated rebirth this past Monday. The beauty that is Ostara, or the Vernal Equinox. Balanced day and night, if only for a moment, and the opportunity to use that balance to plant seeds for moving forward. I hope that you are enjoying the beginning of spring, and the promise that the faith it takes to

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Humans fuck up. I have fucked up. Not right in this moment, but many - many - many times in the past. I think one of the hardest things in the world is being in a space that doesn't allow for that. Messing up and learning from it, growing and healing hearts, that is the very essence of being human. So not getting to do that in a safe way, not getting to experience that side of humanness without

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Isn't it funny the natural ebb and flow of things. This week I've actually been on top of sleep, feeling more well rested... but yet tired, because these past few weeks have been so busy. Family visits (Trav's parents were in last week, his brother with wife and our nephew the week before), snow, Hamilton for birthday gifts, 300 hour training work, more snow, job stuff, teaching, taking, snowwwww

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 Me: “Hey Gwen, how does it feel to be 12?” Gwen: No different then 11! Me: “Who’s your best friend?” Gwen:  Clarissa Me: “What is your favorite thing to do?” Gwen: I like to read, play MineCraft, ski, and eat shaved ice [editors note: she was eating a shaved ice, while we did this 😄] Me: “What is your favorite color?” Gwen:  Black, red, and I also really like teal. 

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By Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

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Dear Gwen, You turn 12 today, and I continue to feel like the luckiest to be your Mom and walk this path with you. Your love is so encompassing and so deep. That said, wow is puberty a wild ride for all. Ha! You continue to grow and mature so much, and are just the sweetest soul... but you find yourself torn now, emotions running in directions outside of your control. You rage against the (

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 It seems to me, after 2 years of this, that a pandemic is not perhaps the best time to try to make all your big moves. Ahem. That said, things have continued to move along. Since August I was invited to attend the 300 YTT (yoga teacher training*) I had long desired, in a work study capacity, which was absolutely phenomenal... and the only way it could have possibly worked out. I'm half

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As Daisy gets older, and her tumors spread, I am struck with how very limited her time is becoming. Its enough to make me literally weep... the idea of my world without her in it leaves me feeling incomplete. I'm glad Kipling found the words for this.    There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we

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 the pot on the stovewith a mix of cinnamon and zest could have been a brewfrom our witchy pastI smell it still when as the days start to fallthe nights gather power the wolves sound their callI recall its spell when as my soft roundness scrapes against edges meant for points I long to escape we are witches made tamehow I wish to returnto times when we were

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Last night Gwen hosted her first real sleepover with a friend, and Monday she heads to Middle School. Its hard to wrap my head around my baby being, well, not at all a baby anymore. She's so grown in so many ways. These pre-teen years are challenging. There's so much she wants to do (and I want her to be able to do), but so much to make that feasible (sometimes that's just time). Parenting

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Written in January of 2021, shared now.   The day we left Pennsylvania to move seventeen hundred miles away, I banished the words never and always from my vocabulary. I had spend my thirty-something years up until that point knowing, with a certainty that only the young possess, that I would live out my days in my home state (Pee-Aaa – as us locals called it).  My husband and I

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Pre-trip, last day of horseback riding camp! We are back from our trip out East... from seeing my parents (and other amazing friends and family), from getting a new tattoo, and from checking off the last state I needed on the East Coast (Maine, you are lovely!). It was so amazing to see Penny, Panda, and Parker! We've missed our bubble. It was a great trip, but definitely illuminating

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 I was talking with a friend, where I laid out how because we leave on our trip in 10 days(!!) my mind is consumed by prep for that, and that our trip takes up the majority of July, and when we return it takes a week or so to unpack and resettle and I have to jump immediately back into teaching/mapping/possible doula client, which takes us right into August and school prep because Gwen goes

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There has been plenty to celebrate lately... Girl Scout trip to Great Wolf Lodge (indoor water park, mini golf, ropes course, and more!), Father's Day (pedicures! and Chinese food!), and Litha (a good whole house clean, and dinner with my sister and sister-in-law) specifically... but also just the little things. Summer days, visits from extended family, and plans for more travel soon. It's only

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Gwen finished Elementary School on the last Friday of May (my baby 😭), and boy did I feel some feelings about that. But in all our wisdom we had planned a trip, our first as a family since pre-pandemic!, to visit with Travis's family in Arizona for the very next week. This is the first road trip Travis has joined us on in a while... and, Daisy joined us too. It was so fun to go somewhere with

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I wrote this August of 2020, but just getting around to sharing! I'll try to do that more.  I pack myself some water, lace up my good shoes, and head out onto the trail. So much of my day is noticing all that is different, all that has changed, all that is lost since March of 2020. I’m mad, disappointed, numb in rotating intervals. My faith in humanity shaken. The only break from that

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Previous years can be found Here.   Me: “Hey Gwen, how does it feel to be 11?” Gwen: Not much different!  Me: “Who’s your best friend?” Gwen:  Clarissa   Me: “What is your favorite thing to do?” Gwen: I don't know. Me: “What is your favorite color?” Gwen:   I don't have one.  Me: “How about your favorite food?” Gwen:  Steak, pizza,

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