I am delighted to have two copies of the fabulous new book Moon Mysteries to give away.   Please comment below for your chance to win.  Increase your chances by liking the Mama Renew facebook page and sharing the link on facebook!  Contest closes at midnight, Sunday December 11th.

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Way back in my twenties as I entered birth work, I experienced a sort of mini-personal revolution learning about the power of women’s bodies – and with it, a discovery of my period as a source of connection rather than dread. And so began years of exploration – trying out cloth pads and sea sponges, charting my cycles, discovering fertility awareness…  It was a wondrous time of discovery and integration, and certainly a core part of who I was growing into as a woman.

Fast forward 20 years, and I am the mother of two growing boys.  I’m aware that I bled sometime in the past few weeks (?) but that’s about as far as my charting goes these days. While I’m still a devoted user of Lunapads and the Diva Cup (a vast improvement on the sea sponge of my early 20s), I’m certainly not feeling the sense of celebration or connection that I did in my 20’s.  While I know this in part due to my crazy full magical life, I do wonder if perhaps being beyond my fertile years also plays into it.

I have been delighted to review a copy of Moon Mysteries:  Reclaiming Women’s Menstrual Wisdom, by Nao Sims and Nikiah Seeds.  From the stunning front cover image, to the wondrous paintings contained within, the book feels more like a treasure than a text, and I have found myself savouring the words and stories within.  Inside you will find the history, traditions and mythology of menstruation captured within 13 moon cycles, each month exploring a different realm of women’s psyche as it relates to the menstrual cycle.  Also included are heartfelt personal stories from the authors own journey, and an absolutely lovely circular chart to use for your own moon cycle documentation.

I truly love their chart.  Along with the moon phases, it has room for us to document our emotions, creativity, sexuality, and energy.  For the first time in years I find myself inspired to begin charting again.  Given that I only have another 10 years or so left of my moon cycle, it would be nice to experience a reconnection as I move toward my next life stage.

I’d love to hear from all of you as well.   I’m giving away two copies of this inspiring book.  Please comment below on one of these two questions  and like the Mama Renew facebook page (let us know in a comment below) for your chances to win – each thing you do counts as a separate entry.  Share this link on your facebook page and get yet another entry!  Contest will close this Sunday, December 11th at midnight.

How has your journey into motherhood affected your relationship to your moon cycle?

Why would you love to have a copy of Moon Mysteries?

Ok, let’s start by conjuring up images of what it means to live beyond our means:  Reckless and extravagant spending, no limits, whim as the primary determinate of spending rather than pure need…  The notion of “means” I’m exploring, however, goes far beyond our family finances.

While the finances part of this is essential, for me, right now, it’s all about our “means of energy and time, and how we spend them. A friend brought this idea of living within our means up recently and I just can’t stop thinking about it as I go through my days.  I put So much energy into living within my means financially – why is it so hard to hold those boundaries for myself when it comes to energy & time?

When I look at my life I see a lot of roles – mother of two growing boys, wife, 4 businesses to run, caretaker to a 5 acre farm with roughly 40 chickens, one cow, a baby water buffalo, and a cat, and the rather lofty goal of meeting 80% of our family food needs from our own land through year-round gardens, animals, and extensive food preservation.

Where do the “means” of time and energy fit into all of this? None of the above is even possible if I am too drained to function in a healthy way. A big part of it is knowing when to say “no” and “this is enough”. It’s letting go of the extraordinarily high expectations I have of myself and being comfortable with something that is less than my ideal, yet in all likelihood more than good enough.

Here are a few of my ideas so far – I welcome your ideas, or examples from your own life:

1.  I’ve put on a far back burner a few work projects that I’ve been feeling guilty about not completing.  Clearly, they are not a priority right now, so it’s time for me to respect that.

2.  Frankly, preserving enough food for the winter has led me to question more than a few times what “enough” is – maybe 3 jams per month should be enough – instead of 5… To help answer this question, I’ve devised a new food tracking system organizing all our preserved food by month instead of type so we can see exactly what we end up using each month and how much we should make in 2012.  And I suppose that the very fact that we’ve designed a spreadsheet should indicate to you how over the top we are – sigh…

3.  Maybe it’s about planting more onions and potatoes, and less of the beans that need constant picking and canning…

4.  I’ve made a work schedule for myself that includes a few blocks for creative time (I always seem to be too tired at night for this) and fitness.  It adds up to a good 35 hours of work per week, but if it works my hope is that work time will feel more energized and focused because other needs are also being met.

This may be sounding like a dreadfully functional weekend away.  Schedules?  Food tracking systems?  Garden planning?  Fear not, we also enjoyed all of the wonderful things you might anticipate a couple doing on a weekend away from their children. Besides, I assure you – excel spreadsheets can be very exciting….

I came across this poem this evening, thanks to Karen Maezen Miller of Cheerio Road, and find it to be just about perfection for how I felt today:

The Word, by Tony Hoagland

Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,

between “green thread”
and “broccoli,” you find
that you have penciled “sunlight.”

Resting on the page, the word
is beautiful. It touches you
as if you had a friend

and sunlight were a present
he had sent from someplace distant
as this morning—to cheer you up,

and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure

is a thing that also needs accomplishing.

read the rest here… – you’ll love it.

Wishing each of you some sunlight amidst the green thread and broccoli.

Blessings,

Sarah

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Why Mama Renew? For us, the picture above says it perfectly:

Nurturing Community. Building Connections.  Being True to Ourselves and with each other.  Speaking our Minds.  Living from our Hearts. Sharing in our Journey and Helping Each Other find our way.  Laughter is good too.

“Mama Renew has been hugely positive for me in my own journey-  I’ll continue to renew, unfold, renew and unfold some more. Thank you for creating a safe space for me to explore and grow!” – Janice, 2009

Late Saturday night mama bear emerged.  We had just finished a glorious day and evening at Island Folkd Fest, returning home far after bedtime with two tired children in arms.  While waiting for the shuttle a drunk woman arrived, muttering and stumbling about.  Out came the car keys for her car, strangely parked just there, and I stood stunned that with over 20 bystanders, nobody was taking action.

A moment’s hesitation as she got in, and then mama bear arrived.  Stepping boldly forward (I’ve always wanted to step boldly forward, sounds so heroine-esque!), I blocked her from closing the door and calmly told her I didn’t feel it was safe for her to drive, asking her to please give me the keys.  And so began my first girl fight.

Seriously, my first fight ever.  Age 42 and I had never ever been physically attacked, had to defend myself or wrestle another human being down.  Yes, this is the charmed (and very sober!) life I’ve led…  She thrashed, screamed profanities, and proceeded to bite down hard on my arm as I struggled to get the key away from her as she started the ignition.  I knew in that moment that I had no other choice – I simply couldn’t let go.  I could not, as a mother, as a fellow human being, allow this woman to drive away.

At this point my hero of a husband jumped into the car, trying to keep her from driving away, ignition still on…  By this time others stepped in – sitting in the back seat of the car with the doors open, running to get security for assistance.  Me reaching in repeatedly trying to get that damned key out of the ignition as she tried to break my fingers & bite me again.

Ultimately security arrived and were able to take over for us, as we gathered our terrified children and jumped on the waiting shuttle bus.  No sleep that night, and another two days since full of thoughts about this 5 minute window in my life, and our children’s lives.

They saw it all – they saw both their parents step forward and take responsibility, and they saw both their parents being beaten by a woman who was too drunk to listen.  They’re old enough to remember this one (7&9).  I feel tremendous guilt for not having been able to care for them, leaving them to watch without being able to preserve their innocence.  We simply had no choice.  I pray to god that the memory we carry is of their parents doing the right thing, of their mother caring for them by caring enough to step forward.

The deep bruising and tooth marks remain on my arm as a reminder.  I have a new understanding of the importance of groups such as Mothers Against Drunk Driving, and a new appreciation for the power of mama bear.

Gratitude for our safety, and one less drunk driver on the roads of our community.

Love,

Mama Bear Sarah

Want to read more?  Here are my husband Rick’s blog musings on our experience – http://ricksturningpoint.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-stop-drunk-driver.html

Down the road they came, two apparently hot 20-something guys cruising Very slowly down our small town street in a vintage red Corvette with the top down.  I say “apparently” because we mamas never actually noticed them, so deep in conversation were we.  It was my sweet husband who howled with laughter as they turned the corner and let us know that we’d just been cruised and not even noticed…

I’m not sure what to write here.  I know that at age 17 that would have been a dream come true.  And I certainly do like being noticed at age 41 as well.  I also know that hot cars & young blood certainly are no longer my “thing” – these days I’m far more excited by my husband mowing the lawn!  I do find myself wondering, however, how we could have possibly missed such a remarkable and unusual moment.  Are we really that settled?  There is a small part of me that wants to bust out and go Thelma and Louise style, just to see if I still got it…

Care to join me?

Then I went inside and used My power tool:  The Sewing Machine.  When my first beloved sewing machine died I found myself in an unexpected quandry.  I had to buy a new machine, and while we technically had the savings to invest in this way, I just couldn’t bring myself to spend the money.   Bottom line – I didn’t feel I was justified in spending money on something that I wanted, something that wasn’t for our family.

I know that was silly of me – of course it was for our family – think of the cost savings in sewing curtains, pillows, clothing… But somehow it felt extravagant, unnecessary, and even selfish.

What turned the tide?  Watching my sweet husband casually buy himself a series of new power tools – each one with it’s own unique purpose and earnest justification.    Who knew how many different kinds of saws one might need?  As the daughter of a devoted tool man, I should have known better, but still…. Really? Another one?

One day the epiphany arrived.  A sewing machine is a power tool. I plug it in, it makes noise, and I use it to make things.   Much like the cuisinart, the mixer, and the juicer,  it serves a clear functional role in our family life.  I promptly went out and bought myself just exactly the machine I wanted without guilt or hesitation.

I’m writing this in part to share this (for me at least) radical insight, but more importantly to bring up the question of investing in ourselves.  Over and over again in our groups, we have seen moms struggle to justify investing in themselves.  It’s easy to buy clothing for the kids, or pay for a sports camp – and often not so easy to pay for something that feels like it’s only serving our needs.   There always seems to be something that is more “important” to spend the money on.

Maybe this is just my thing.   I’ve always had a hard time spending money on myself.  But I suspect I’m not alone… Thoughts, mamas?

If you haven’t yet entered our giveaway contest for the Make Stuff Together book, you have just 2 more days.  Check out our review here & post your comment on our facebook page to be entered to win!

I am one of those crafty mamas, at least in my heart.  I wander through holiday craft fairs and cruise etsy and ravelry for inspiration.  I adore fabrics and wool and have a stash of both that is overflowing the hutch and bins I had so generously designated as my craft space.  My list of things I want to make is rather long, and my intentions are good, they truly are.

Here’s the catch – since I became a mom my crafty side as taken a back seat.  Like the back seat of a school bus.  And I only have two kids.  When I do manage to work on a project I am in pure bliss.  This is my meditation, my release, my happy place.

The boys have grown older (now 7 & 9), and to my delight – they love crafting too.  So I am utterly delighted with the new book Make Stuff Together: 24 simple projects to create as a family.  Written by Bernadette Noll & Kathie Sever, mavens of the Future Craft Collective in Austin, TX, it is filled with funky homegrown craft projects for us to do together.

This Saturday we sat down together and went through the whole book 3 times over until my boys selected the juggling balls as their project of choice – a gift for father’s day   It was the most delightful of days – between playing with fabrics and getting such pure focused time with my boys, I was one happy mama.

The other bonus?  I was inspired enough to jump back into my crafting piles, and am now making the fridge into a chalkboard, sewing a dress, and creating fabric panels for our front hallway.  High on the list from the Make Stuff Together book are the family talisman , and the appreciation banner -  both beautiful ways to foster a sense of connection and celebration within our family.  And the boys have already sourced an old wetsuit to transform into their new hiking bags (pictured at right) & water bottler holders. 

I have one copy of Make Stuff Together to give away this week.  To enter, simply comment on our facebook page sharing your current craft project (something you either are already doing, or would love to be doing).

Thanks, Bernadette & Kathie, for helping us to remember how much fun it is to make stuff together.

Today we received an email from a woman concerned about the use of the phrase “working mother” for a Mama Renew group we are hosting for mothers who work “outside” of the home.   Here is our response – we welcome your thoughts and perspective as well.  This is not an easy topic!

To Mama Renew,

Re: Offering a Mama Renew group for “working mothers”

er … all mothers are working mothers.
I don’t draw any distinction between paid or unpaid in my definition of working or not. Most mothers are working unsalaried in roles which prop up the rest of society and don’t deserve being classified as non-working.  It is definitely a tricky classification but getting it wrong risks alienating a whole section of women who are mothers.

Our response:

Agreed! The work of motherhood is real, and the lack of economic recognition of women’s contribution to society as mothers is a major issue.

Thank you for writing – I struggled with how to phrase this over & over again, seeking to phrase it in a way that would honour the very real work that we All do as mothers.  While I could have denoted “mothers who work outside of the home”, this phrase suggests that those of us who are self-employed and work from home, are not “working” or do not have “real jobs” – and in today’s marketplace self-employment – both part & full-time – is a major component of women in the work-force. Adding to the complexity is those of us on mat-leave or between jobs, struggling to discern the next best step as women and mothers.  Our culture has not yet allowed for language that can capture the essence of womens work – within and outside of the home.

I am writing this as a woman who has been self-employed and worked 20 – 40 hours a week from home on my business throughout the 9 years of my children’s lives, while also managing to be at home with them full-time. From the perspective of a mom who has worked “outside” the home, I am aware that mothers who are balancing “outside” work & the work of motherhood do have unique perspectives on the themes that Mama Renew addresses, and thrive when they can be in a circle of women struggling with some of the same questions.

For many women who return to their employment after having children, there is a sense of isolation that emerges – we go to work, we go home, and opportunities for building community with other mothers can be hard to come by.  This upcoming Mama Renew group was organized on the special request of a few mothers who do work full-time outside of the home and were feeling a strong need for community with others facing similar questions.

Words are powerful, and can hold very different meanings depending on the reader.   Interestingly, while we can all agree on the very real work of motherhood, just as the phrase “working mother” can be alienating to some mothers who work within the home, phrasing all mothers as “working mothers” can also be alienating to those women who are employed outside of the home and do not see their reality accurately reflected in the wider use of the phrase.

I wish I had an easy answer. I wish our society had better ways to acknowledge and support the work of motherhood, as well as the experience of those of us who are employed beyond the work of motherhood. I wish there were economic recognition both of the work of motherhood, and to support women who either choose or need to work “outside” of the home with quality daycare options and flexible schedules and job-shares. Mama Renew was created to nurture each of us in our unique journey – with the hope that taking some time & gaining perspective on our lives and choices we can all move forward in a way that truly honours who we are and nurtures our families.

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Gratitude to the woman who took the time to share her thoughts.  I now invite all of you to enter into this conversation. What is your experience of the term “working mother”?   I also welcome any further suggestions you may have on phrasing that would better honour the full spectrum of the work of motherhood.

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Blessings,
Sarah

Gloriously pregnant, and pretty much Done with being pregnant.  I don’t actually know that feeling, having given birth to both boys at 38 weeks and 4 days – each time caught somewhat by surprise and before I truly felt ready to be “done”.  But I’ve been working with pregnant women long enough to know that exhausted but wild look in the eyes that says “Yes – this baby can come any day now, I am Ready.”

While I don’t know what it is to feel “Done”, I do know what it is to hold a newborn baby in my arms and feel my whole world change in a moment. The infamous words spoken to all expectant parents, “Everything Will Change”, so often spoken with a tone of impending doom, or at least perceived as such, are in fact wonderfully true.

Perhaps change isn’t the right word – it implies replacement with one reality gone, and a new one in its place.  I find myself more drawn to the word transformation – at the core we remain true, yet so many aspects of our lives are transformed, from our identity to our ability to pee at whim in private.  Mentoring groups of new mothers I often hear from them a sense of surprise at how far away their “old life” seems – just weeks postpartum it feels almost like a dream that there was a time when you were not a mother to this beautiful child.

This is such an extraordinary window of time in our lives as we wait for the day of birth. It could happen today, or 3 weeks from now, day or evening – it’s a pretty crazy thing when you think about it -  knowing that everything is about to change and yet not knowing When. How to honor this pending transformation?  Too often we are so focused on the changes ahead that we miss celebrating the Now.

I want to tell her to savour this time, to love her round full belly because she may well find that she misses it, to go out with friends and her husband for fabulous dinners and morning teas, to get as many massages as possible,  to enjoy a nice long sit on the toilet without being needed by another human being…

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So I turn to you, dear mamas.  What words of wisdom do you have to share in this unique window of time?  If you could go back in time for a visit with yourself in your final days of pregnancy,what would you love to do for yourself?

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