Eclectic Muddlehood

How's this for a perplexing beginning? I am a great many things, but none of them are me. At least not in my entirety. This is the little corner where I attempt to make the whole greater than the sum of its parts as I muddle through being a wife, a mother and a woman... among other things.

Location: Virginia, United States

Here, in no particular order, is a short list of my parts from the mundane to the pretentious, some or all of which may surface in future attempts to work on the whole: wife, mother, doula, childbirth educator, writer, yoga student, homeschooler, amature organic gardner, kitchen witch, all-around foodie, spiritual truth-seeker, daughter, clutter-bug, complusive list maker, bibliophile, homemaker, friend, homebirth/natural birth advocate, impulse shopper, wine snob, knitter, artist, lover, sensuist, and email junkie (There may be more later, but that's it for now.)

Monday, January 09, 2006

Raisins Help Her Poop

I envy the self-awareness of a two year old. I am working daily to undo years of conditioning that has stretched my own mind-body connection rice paper thin. My daughter, however, is at one with her body. After three days of eating almost her body weight in raisins during her waking hours, I finally asked her What's with all the raisins, kid? She looks up at me, cheeks full of the dried fruit in question and says simply, Help work the poop out.

Intuitive little booger. How does she know these things?


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