C Jane

My Mom always send me emails. Emails with links to blogs, church talks, forwards, inspirational messages. In all honestly, quite often I don't read them. I'm just not a forwards and links kind of person. I guess I figure if it is really really good she will just tell me about it later. She doesn't like that I don't read them but she loves me anyways.

Today I got this email.
"read cjane today. It will be good for your soul. Mumma" it also had a link to the blog for my convenience.

I had checked my email on my blackberry so I couldn't check it then anyways. by my inward sceptic said "oh my. Good for my soul Eh. I doubt it. maybe I will read it later" With no actual intention of doing so. I put in some laundry, puttered around and sat down to pay some bills online. When I got done I realized that unless I could find something good to do I should really go vacuum. So I decided I should get some "soul food" and see what she had sent me.

Logging into my email would be to much effort, so I opened a new tab and hit the link that comes up on my google screen of all the most visited sites. My mom reads this blog all the time and she has been at my house a lot lately so I knew it was there.

I started to read. Well as I should know by now my mother is ALWAYS right. It was good. I loved it. Amazing. You should all go read it HERE!!

But for those of you who don't do links and forwards like me here is my favorite part.


"I am not right.

And that is the point. I am not right because I am not listening to what is right. Right for me, my body, my season of life.

My season is not about house decoration. It is not about glass vases on low centered tables (as lovely as it looks, and it looked lovely). I need a simple house without toddler traps. Good organization and lots of cues from nature.

A clean house.

My season is not about fashion. It is about picking a few items, showing off the best part of my body. Easy laundered shirts for the inevitable snot trails that end up on my shoulder area. Look nice, but not encumbered.

Clean clothes.

My season is not about cooking elegant meals. I do not have the heart to treat food the way it should be treated. It is okay to eat peaches, apples and toast. Pirate Booty and Lorna Doones.

Just eat something.

My season is for babies. For sleeping when my baby naps and early morning bottle swapping. For belly and breast expansion and retraction. Music in the nursery and afternoons in the backyard. A season for schedules and predictability. A quiet time, a time to be at home, a time to focus on growing and gathering.

Love this season.(I don't want to ask my energy to do more than this, though some women can.)

Then, then, then! I will start to dream again. I will dream of the season of glass vases and vacuum lines in my carpet. The time to cultivate a more sophisticated wardrobe and mornings to stay in bed until noon. I will earn my way to a kitchen full of spices and surprises. Parties, gatherings, social outings." taken from "c jane"

Now that I have enticed you you should really go read the whole thing.

"It will be good for your soul"