“What does conscious parenting mean?” “Who is a conscious parent?” “What does it mean to be a conscious parent?” These are the questions I was asking myself as I began to delve into the world of conscious parenting. My own journey into this subject began quite by chance from a…

The Poppy At the end of my meditation on 3/23/20 I saw an image of a red poppy flower. I did not know why I saw this image. It was just there. When things show up for me in my meditations, I know that is an invitation for me to…

Have you had the experience of trying hard for something, and it seems that the harder you try the more you can’t? I know this happens so often in my life. …

This is the final piece in my 4 part series about how emotions are the unexpected gift when you parent from a conscious place. 10. Healing yourself Step into the awareness knowing of yourself and your truth, this empowers you. Others in your family may not “get” you and that…

This is part 3 in a series about the gifts of emotions when parenting consciously. I am walking this path of conscious parenting with all of you. As I have traveled this journey of conscious parenting, I have come to learn many things and have gained insight about myself. In…

This is part two in a series about the gift of emotions when parenting consciously. 5. “Mistakes” are really learning opportunities Instead of the word mistake lets rename it a learning opportunity. There really are no mistakes. Everything that we experience in life happens for us. And not just the…

There are many gifts when you become a parent. Those gifts come in varying sizes, shapes, temperaments and personalities. There are also joys, tears, hopes, dreams, and all sorts of emotional pain. I would like to talk about parenting from a conscious perspective. Some are gifts are easily recognized like…

Almost 20 years ago I cut a Ziggy cartoon, by Tom Wilson, out of the newspaper. It is a picture of Ziggy standing in front of a door which is partially open, and it says, “Opportunity only knocks on doors that it knows are already open to it.” This cartoon…

My mom died. There is no other way to say it. Using euphemisms does not soften the blow. I sit here writing this fully able to accept the reality of her death. I knew it was coming. I have been doing anticipatory grieving for the last year and a half…