Letting go of what is not serving me

Every religion, that I know of at least, say more or less not to be attached to possessions but more to spirituality.  I never quite grasped well how that was meant to be.

Lately though, I am understanding what it truly means to live a simple life with less possessions.  I have de- cluttered over the years a lot of things.  Some things though always stayed….like all the letters from my penfriend of the last 19 years! All my journals!  Books that I did love and enjoyed more than once but are now gathering dust and much more.

Keeping possessions that no longer serve us just create clutter.  They create dust in our lives.  Unneeded attachments which unknowingly might prove a problem to move forward spiritually.

I realised recently I needed to let go of more stuff.  I have been having a hard time coming to terms with these long romantic, nostalgic possessions…..going through them and giving them a last good bye.  Indeed though, it is liberating when I acknowledge that certain things are not serving me any more and need to move to a new house.  Looking at my possessions with new eyes and seeing what truly makes me happy, what makes our home feel homely, what is serving us to be a better family.

It’s a process that takes time, but times is ripe right now to embrace and move a bit more forward in my journey.

Moon Time

I am the happiest woman in the world! My moon time, my monthly cycle, my period-whichever term you prefer, has come back after 26 months!

I truly missed it…..it is part of being a woman, what defines me.

The cycle of a woman is more than just having the possibility to become pregnant.  It takes us through a journey every month.  Sometimes we are energetic, others we are not. Sometimes we are loving and other times we are wild.  The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone.

Knowing where I am in my cycle, helps me plan my days to suit my needs without compromising those of my family.  My moon time, is a gift from above, making me a lucky person indeed; and that monthly trickle of blood is the reminder of it.

Open your eyes

I had a meeting with the school counsellors last week about Gregory.  They want us to go do sensory tests to get them diagnosed.

We do not think it is necessary.  Yet I felt compelled to watch my older kids closely these two weeks.

On the plus side, which further reinforces the no need for tests etc, is the fact that our son is interacting much easier with people, even those he does not know or not know well.  In fact, for those of you who know him, will agree that he tends to be possessive of toys etc.  Well, I am seeing how that is changing a lot; and how this normally also happens on how he views a person.  So if he feels that person will not take good care of his toys he is unlikely to let them play; but if he feels comfortable enough that they will not break them, he is fine to let them go ahead and play- which I think it is fair enough, although he needs to learn to not have toys around children he does not feel comfortable sharing them with.

A couple weeks ago, despite in a clumsy and not usual way, he tried to befriend a girl at the swings.  He still needs to learn the skills of befriending but that is such a big step forward.  So, all in all, I only see progress and it continues to show how his sensory issues (which probably we all have up to a degree) are not hindering his growth or school interaction as they believe!

They had also asked me how Maya views school.  She always tells us how she loves school.  In truth she does: does enjoy spending time with friends, learning and her teachers.

Yet there is that something which does not allow her to be herself!  She increasingly have been telling me on different occasions how she can’t be sad at school, or sick, or cough due to allergy and I literary see her put up a smile just before meeting up her friends.  Which is very sad. I would love to know why she can’t be herself!  It struck me hard when two weeks ago the story telling session got cancelled. I told her that and immediately she pasted a smile on her face.  It reminded me, that I do the same in face of unpleasant things!

So let me reiterate, school for my kids is reaching the goal of teaching them the academics BUT it is not reaching their soul and love for life and diversity and THAT is why we want to homeschool.  So our children can grow lovingly and harmoniously from the inside to the outside without compromising anything.