Mothering Muse ~ Joy

We believe a calling like mothering, which haphazardly blends the transcendent with the tedious, warrants a little extra oracular guidance (see The Deck) and a deep well of inspiration. On Friday, we invoke the muse of motherhood be she poet, artist, dancer, musician, thinker, or dreamer. Wishing you all an inspired weekend!

Julia Warr‘s friend Maia knows how to enJoy life. She is 95 and completely radiant. She surrounds herself with beauty and nature and is alive and in her body. She says her secret is simplicity, work and enjoyment. I thought these 4 minutes and 23 seconds were a sweet contrast to our focus of our little ones, yet overflowing with just as much joy.

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems

Wild Card Wednesdays ~ Joy

Fanning the fire midweek, we are tossing you a spontaneous quote, question, or conundrum related to Monday’s post. We invite to you riff on this prompt. Or, take a walk on the wild side, and share a story of wisdom, hilarity, or heartbreak to spark further conversation about the path of motherhood. This is a space to talk amongst ourselves—so gather round the hearth, warm your hands, and bare your soul.

joy n. [joi]

1. Intense and especially ecstatic or exultant happiness 2. A source or an object of pleasure and satisfaction 3. Children with chicks and chocolate ice cream.

Chick

How would you define joy today?

Joy

Sitting with The Mother’s Wisdom Deck face down in front of me, I called up a card that could speak to my life in this moment. Joy is what surfaced. Hallelujah!

Joy

Detail of Joy from The Mother’s Wisdom Deck

Though I have abundant joy in my life and take pleasure in my days, I don’t think of myself as an especially joyful person. I relish meaning and depth too much to let the pursuit of happiness occlude my experience of the full range of emotions. I can be broody and moody. A friend’s sadness feels like my own. I am a triple cancer. Need I say more?

Yet, it is true, I am undeniably cheerful of late. Spring has come early. My daughter and I have daily treasure hunts to uncover the crocuses buried by our chickens as they scratch and fling the garden mulch. The days are getting longer and our skin is sun kissed again as we shed the winter layers. Emerging from dark times of year or in life, it is simple pleasures like these that contain the seeds of joy.

Pulling the Joy card is an invitation to water these seeds; to give them at least as much love and attention as I give everything else in my life. Children arrive with the innate wisdom of pure unadulterated joy. I notice that they focus almost exclusively on the things that delight them: spinning on a swing, giggling with a friend, hanging upside down, eating strawberries. When I follow their lead, I follow my bliss.

Upside-DownLest I get too carried away in my pursuit of pleasure, some small crisis like a skinned knee or a dirt-encrusted popsicle inevitably drops in. But sometimes it is just not convenient to hit pause in my play in order to mitigate the meltdown. When I mistakenly try to squelch this expression, it only gets louder, needier. On the verge of being consumed by my own bottled up frustration, disappointment, and resentment, I take a deep breath, rewind, and invite this new arrival in with a grateful nod toward Rumi’s indelible lines from The Guest House:

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

(from The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks)

Friendship Joy

Mothering Muse

We believe a calling like mothering, which haphazardly blends the transcendent with the tedious, warrants a little extra oracular guidance (see The Deck) and a deep well of inspiration. On Friday, we invoke the muse of motherhood be she poet, artist, dancer, musician, thinker, or dreamer. Wishing you all an inspired weekend!

Inspiration appeared on each of our doorsteps this week in the form of advance copies of The Deck! It’s real. It’s beautiful. And We did it — We, as in the three of us and countless others who supported our vision. I hope this glimpse adds some sweetness to your weekend.



I am grateful for this journey and am dancing in celebration. What has mothering inspired in you? What do you want to celebrate? What’s STILL cooking inside of you that you WILL manifest when the time is perfect? Whisper it now, or shout it out. Celebrate it!

Wild Card Wednesdays

Fanning the fire midweek, we are tossing you a spontaneous quote, question, or conundrum related to Monday’s post. We invite to you riff on this prompt. Or, take a walk on the wild side, and share a story of wisdom, hilarity, or heartbreak to spark further conversation about the path of motherhood. This is a space to talk amongst ourselves—so gather round the hearth, warm your hands, and bare your soul.

In the flurry of excitement in seeing our deck come to life, it’s easy to overlook the deepest source of the deck’s inspiration—our children. It’s the sound of those sturdy little feet stampeding down the hall to embrace us, pure delight in their eyes as they wait to be plucked up into our arms, that change forever our map of love.  They are the wellspring, we the cup.

A million kisses on your soft, trusting souls.

Though it’s a steep and switched-back path we’re on, who would trade it for the plains?

Let’s hear it:

What are the ways your children inspire you?