Little Darling

Today I have a song for you. A lullaby I wrote after Norah was born and in the hospital for 60 days.  This song is for her.  This song is for all mamas.  This song is for all children.  This song is for you. 

 

Little Darling

How do you do my baby?
How do you do today?
How do you do little darling,
on this Beautiful day?

Did you stay warm my baby?
Did you stay warm today?
Did you stay warm little darling,
when cold winter blues filled your day?

When the winter wind is here
I'll hold you by my side
when the evening lasts too long
I'll entertain you all night long

What do you need my baby?
What do you need today?
What do you need little darling,
to hide all your troubles away.

What can I give you baby?
What can I give you today?
What can I give little darling.
to melt all your worries away?

When the springtime rain is here
I'll keep you warm and dry
when the rainclouds last too long
I'll entertain you all day long

When you grow my baby.
When you grow old some day.
When you grow old little darling
I'll love you just the same.

A Time Frame Comparison: So... What's Changed?!

Everybody tells you that your life is going to change dramatically when you have a baby.  I beg to differ...

I spent five years and thousands of dollars to earn a degree that I am no longer using. Yes, I am a college graduate, and what I really gained from that time of my life is way beyond a paper diploma.  Before attending my first semester, I assumed college would teach me academics and prepare me for "the real world."  HA!  I am glad the bubble I was living in at that time has been popped. Don't get me wrong, I did learn elementary math and figured out that I could use my bus pass for years to come. I did learn some life skills that many people gain in their early twenties: independence being a big one. I also figured out that your health can change instantly.  And that people who you think love you can break you in your most vulnerable state only to make you stronger.  I balanced three jobs, sixteen credits, endless hours of music making, and at that time, a checkbook.  Who balances those anymore?!   I did find time to socialize. Who am I kidding... I made time. It is what kept me sane, and turned me insane.  Those of you who have lived the college lifestyle know that it can be financially, mentally, and emotionally stressful at times. Life can feel exhausting, exciting, terrifying and gratifying all in the same moment.  And in a blink of an eye, it can all change.  There are nights when you don't sleep, times when you try and try and try to accomplish anything, and fail.  There are days filled with joy, laughter, growth, love, and success. Life spirals with its ups and downs but you wouldn't trade it for anything.  It is all part of life as a college student. 

I spent seven months pregnant, two months in the hospital and racked up thousands of dollars in medical bills.  Yes, I am a parent, and what I really gain from that is way more than the title of mom.  Before having a child, I assumed my life would instantly change the moment that little beauty entered our earth.  Don't get me wrong, there was a definite shift biologically and an instinctual transformation, and my heart grows with each beat.  I have figured out how to cook meals with one hand and I am pretty sure I can get an award for entertainer of the year... at least the look on baby's face sure says that anyway! I balance three jobs, a household, endless hours of creating, performing, singing, and keep a close eye on my bank account.  I find time for myself.  Who am I kidding... I make time for myself.  It is what keeps me sane, and sometimes turns me insane.  Those of you who live the parent lifestyle know that it can be financially, mentally, and emotionally stressful at times.  Life can feel exhausting, exciting, terrifying and gratifying all in the same moment.  And in a blink of an eye, it can all change.  There are nights whey you don't sleep, times when you try and try and try to accomplish anything, and fail.  There are days filled with joy, laughter, growth, love, and success. Life spirals with its ups and downs but you wouldn't trade it for anything. It is all part of life as a parent.

So, what's changed?  The easier question to answer is: What's the same?

Answer: 

Taking care of room mates in a cluttered house on little sleep. :)

Lake Michigan Sunset
photo by Charity Huot Benedict

Reflections From A Teacher

Ahhhh, elementary school; land of active learning! Can you recall the memorable days of exploration through art projects? Team building skills through kick ball games? Learning to take turns with friends at recess playing lightning at the basketball hoop? Preparing for tests with jeopardy and memory? Music classes, multiple times a week?! Dressing up on Halloween? Class parties? I could go on and on about the skills that I learned through all the fun I had.   I wish that was the case for todays generation...

As a former elementary school teacher of a short (long) 6 years, I sit back as summer approaches remembering all of the excitement that comes with the end of the school year. Your class of little learners just spent nine months of their lives growing mentally, emotionally and physically in your care. You have invested your heart, soul, money, time, and love into these children and they are about to move onto a new phase in their journey. As their teacher, you hope to goodness you have done the best you can for each individual, and wish them an awesome summer as you give them a hug or high five as they walk out your door. Your eyes might get watery, because you will miss them, you are exhausted, and you are overwhelmed with the amount of work you have to finish. All at the same time, you are preparing for your summer school class about to walk in your door in a week... got to pay those student loans somehow!

Teachers have super powers. Some teachers have multiple sets of eyes. Some have multiple hearts or multiple hands. Others have an inner well that overflows with wisdom or patience. Others are telepathic. To teach, to care for a full classroom, to multi- task, you are granted, earn, and learn these skills along the way. It takes a person with superpowers to be a teacher.

The statements are true: School isn't what it used to be. Kids are growing up too fast.

In a quickly changing world flooded with technology and diversity, our younger generations aren't getting what they need from our schools. It is a trickle affect from the head offices to the classroom. Yes, the students are cared for, but everyone is too focused on test scores and number crunching and funds. Not everybody wants to be, that's just how it goes.  Too much pressure.  I have worked in private schools and in schools with 99% poverty. It is a similar story all around. One thing I know for sure is that parents love their children! Stop blaming the parents, stop blaming the students, stop blaming the teachers! Start communicating and building relationships to better the educational experience for all involved.

I am now on a different career path. Why? (How much time do you have to listen?) Balance. Extremes. Expectations.

I am a believer in balance, or strive for balance in life. It is difficult to achieve that as a teacher. If you are part time, you actually work full time. If you are full time, the teachers I have taught with work way beyond that. Emails, phone calls, planning, prepping, grading, creating and more is taken home at night, on the weekends, and over the summer. Balance?

Teaching is extreme. After two years of teaching at a private (Catholic) school, I was told by signing my next contract I was also signing to abide by the rules of the church. That doesn't affect how I teach. Teachers teach for several reasons, and religious or political beliefs shouldn't be a factor when educating a child. So, I chose to move onto a different job that appreciated my skills rather then wondered what I was doing after hours. (even though many of those hours included making classroom tools while enjoying a glass of wine.)

My last two years of teaching, I was in a district where recess was taken away at one school I taught at, and kindergarteners were expected to follow a schedule (to the minute) at another. I would love to see someone from the district try to teach a room full of 23 five year olds for an entire day. Especially when some of these kiddos didn't have dinner, or were going through family crisis, or had a learning disability, or someone just peed their pants. Come on! Balance? Kids need it too. Extremes?

Expectations. Why are there so many? We need guidelines and rules and agreements and yes, a few expectations, I understand. But when the growing minds of children are pushed all year to pass one week of tests, and sit calmly all day, and reach unrealistic milestones, and follow a minute to minute schedule, it becomes a little nuts. What about when a shy student finally stands up to read a paragraph they wrote? Or you see two children solving a math problem together? Or the child whose parent just passed away jumped rope for the first time? Self discovery is such an important life skill. The problem is, there isn't time for that! Where is the creativity and flexibility in our schools? It continues to become less and less. Don't even get me started on the expectations of teachers...

There are moments when I miss seeing the lightbulb go off in a students head. There are times when I miss collaborating with all those super power teachers or connecting with the parents who want to see their child grow, shine, and work hard. But teaching isn’t what I thought it was going to be. Maybe I am too much of a free spirited being to fit the mold of todays four wall classroom. And maybe not. I do believe we have lost many wonderful teachers who have switched career paths. But for those in the heat of it, teachers, students, and parents, embrace yet another year of amazing accomplishments. There are a plethora outside of those darn tests!

Photo by Charity Huot Benedict 

Season of Rebirth

as the ice melts away and the branches start to freely breathe

the earth awakens

as the bulbs break through the dirt and water slowly trickles

the earth awakens

feet grip the stirring ground

eyes spy the growing tulips

faces embrace the energy of the wind

and the rain washes away the stale winter mood

walk amongst the trees as the weeping willow waves

signs of Spring awaken

walk along the river and she flows with human pace

signs of Spring awaken

hibernation goes to rest

trees yawn and stretch out buds of freshness

lakes start to sway and wade and splash

and the sun stays awake long enough to greet the moon

it's the time of year to shed stagnant skin

to break the shell of frozen consciousness

to un-mask stunning beauty

to reveal

as the season transforms and the birds start to sing

our sleepy souls awaken

as the light returns and we inhale gratefulness

our sleepy souls awaken

may we plant seeds of gentle kindness in our inner soil

sprout seedlings of peace that grow leaves of acceptance

grow deep roots of strength with kindred tenderness

let the petals of universal rebirth blossom

and flourish in the widespread color that is sown

Rebirth
photo by: Charity Huot Benedict 

Beating the Winter Whine

Any of us living in what feels like the arctic tundra may be experiencing static cling, dry skin, short days, frozen nose hairs, dead car batteries, and a repetitive schedule that may sound like a broken record.  Believe me, winters in Minnesota can drive the most free spirited and adventurous of souls crazy. But somehow these characteristics make us stronger and proud to be living in the coldest places during the longest months.   There does come a time however, when our feet get stuck and our minds follow.  Do you find yourself feeling bored of your routine with the dead winter blues? 

I simply start each day with 1 goal and hope to feel slightly renewed before my head hits the pillow. Actually doing something different, physical, mind carving, and unfamiliar can boost my endorphins and give me a fresh outlook on the ice covered streets I walk day in and day out. 

So, to remind myself to warm up as the cold lingers, I have created a list of things that I have tried when my days and nights collide into a frozen winter halt. My bucket list of to-do's continues to lengthen, but these little things I have checked off the list have lead to some of the greatest adventures I have experienced.   Some are recent and some from years passed.  But they have helped me see the potential awards that winter can actually offer.  Don't just sleep the day away or sit there and watch endless episodes and seasons on Netflix... well, once in a while that sounds lovely... get out there and explore.

Do them.  Share them.  Create your own.  Set a goal.  Conquer a new task. Take a risk.  Live.  

~ Pick up an instrument, learn a few chords and notes, and call your friends to make some music.  You will discover a connection, a sound, or a memory to hold onto. 

~Write a letter or a thank you note to an old friend.  Long live snail mail! 

~ Learn to knit or crochet.  It passes time and keeps you warm. Win win. 

~Find a new recipe and try something you have never eaten.  There is nothing like a yummy taste explosion.  

~Support local music.  What do you think Musicians do when it's so cold out?  Get out there and hear some new tunes.

~Volunteer at a place you want to be.  There are great communities all around you to be a part of.  I love the Cedar Cultural Center!

~Try out a class at a fitness center. I have been practicing Nia... love it.  The power and energy in that class is compelling.

~ Snowshoe, ski, skate, snowboard.  Embrace the cold.

~Book club, beer buddies, wine and bitch, laugh and craft... whatever you want to call it.  Join or start a group.  Socialize.

~ Sign up for a class. I enjoyed classes at The Loft.  A writer's gotta write. 

~Grow a plant.  Green thumb or not, it gives you a bit of life in the dead of winter. 

~ Play Dates.  Make the effort to hang out with your friends and children.  How about mixing happy hour and Sesame Street? Sounds relaxing and educational.

~Build a bonfire.  What is better then smoke in your eyes, your clothes smelling like fire,  and a cold ass as the front of your body heats up?  But really, it is calming and mesmerizing. 

~Have a dance party in the living room. Let it all go. 

~ Bundle up and go for a walk.  Just do it. 

~ Start a project.  PINTEREST! 

~Photography.  Dust off your camera and spend an hour taking photos.  I enjoy making photo books and calendars with my pictures.  

~Play Cards. Hearts is where it's at.  

~Travel.  It is a holistic life experience. I'm not sure which was more memorable:  rafting the Grand Canyon or Living in St. Vincent and the Grenadines.  

~Call your grandparents.  They would love to hear your voice.

~Take a hot bath or a sauna.  Ahhhhhhhh, the heat!

~ Dinner Party.  Pick a theme and have each friend bring part of the meal.  I'll bring the wine! 

~Start a blog.  Get the juices in your brain flowing through the inter-web.  Someone is interested in what you have to say. 

~Write a song.  Even if it's for your kids.  I need to get going on album number 3! 

~Laugh.  Learn a new joke, read The Onion, or tune into Jimmy Fallon.  Laughing is my favorite! 

Climbing on Ice- Lake Superior

You DO have time to try something new and refreshing. Even if it is a couple minutes a day or week.  Make the best of the winter because before you know it,  you will be outdoors in the middle of 90 degree and humid weather.  You will be wishing for a blast of cold air! 

Climbing on Ice- Lake Superior

Happy All-the-days!

As Jack Frost slowly climbs up my window and the frigid wind tosses snow across rooftops, I am happy to see the sun shining upon us as the holidays approach.  With my daily schedule as unpredictable as our nightly weather, I catch myself dreaming about the warm winter memories from years past that I try to keep present as an adult.

I play choral, jazz, and acoustic Christmas music quietly through my home.  I find comfort in the harmonies, nostalgia in the melodies, and spiritual connections in the lyrics.  I find that the cold chill of winter days somehow awakes my being as the earth falls deeper into sleep.  And all in the same moment, I am tired from the lack of light, and tired of the societal overload of consumer "holiday glitter."

I do however find peace in the balance of the holiday season.  The gifts of spending time, not money.  The warmth of a Christmas tree, not blow-up snowmen and plastic figurines.  The gatherings with friends while baking traditional treats and sharing meals over discussions of movies, music, and current events.  To be light heart-ed in a time when heaviness and lowliness can creep in.

I find it important, especially during the holidays, to accept the differences of individuals and worship styles or non worship styles. To simply enjoy the company you are blessed with. It is a time to be thankful for the simple yet necessary entities in our lives.  A time to dig back to your roots to see how far the branches have spread.  A time to let go and yet in the same moment, a time to hold on.  A time to be tender when you feel jagged and worn.  A time to embrace whatever and however you spend your celebratory days.

I look forward to the holidays because they remind me to be thankful for what I have been given in life... not what I do not have and what I long for.  They remind me to focus on the presents I have been given that don't come in packages.  It gives me hope in this spinning world we live in.  I hope that others are able to do the same.

However you celebrate this time of year, or however you don't, I wish you all the best in all your days ahead. I leave you with holiday lyrics/thoughts that I feel can make our earth a more sacred and bountiful place to raise our children all year round.
~ Let your heart be light
~ Tidings of comfort and joy
~ All is calm, all is bright
~ Let there be peace on earth
~Bless all the dear children in thy tender care
~Hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near
~A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
~Where the love light gleams
~Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile
~ May your days be merry and bright

Lutsen Mountain
Photo by: Charity Huot Benedict 

Pregnancy and its Gruesome Beauty

As I sit here, surrounded by beeping machines, hundreds of medical staff and other terrified parents, I am preoccupied by the thoughts that swarm my brain.  They sting and linger and swell as though I am having an allergic reaction to my own parental fears.  But as I gaze into the isolette where my baby peacefully rests and grows, I am soothed.  She is here, ready to discover our world...

Almost every woman I have ever known during pregnancy has always made it look amazingly normal and easy.  Props to all of you incredible ladies, how did you do it?! For me, neither easy or normal was the case.  It wasn't lollipops and butterflies at all.  It was encompassed by exhaustion, morning sickness, bleeding, bed rest, placenta previa, and several hospital admissions.  It was everything I had hoped my pregnancy would not be, up to the very end and after, even as I sit here in the hospital and look at my baby through a plastic box.  I just want to hold her!

Let's just say my natural birth plan with a midwife was thrown out the window when I found out my pregnancy was "complicated."  I was quickly thrown into the medical world as fast as my dreams of a  water birth were tossed into the garbage.  For the safety of my baby, my lifestyle quickly changed.  I needed to let go, be flexible, be selfless and sacrifice my job, activities, and what felt like my sanity.  I knew all of these things would happen as a parent.  I just thought they would kick in upon delivery, not at 20 weeks pregnant.

When I found out I was with child,  I was excited to share all of my passions with my baby.  I kept on biking, hula hooping, camping, traveling, and going to concerts. I also joined a prenatal yoga studio called Blooma in Minneapolis which was the best thing I ever did for myself. All of these joys came to a sudden stop after I encountered some bleeding episodes with placenta previa and strict bed rest set in.  At least I could integrate all of the yoga skills I learned into my motionless self.  Not the poses, but the breathing, relaxation, focus, and determination; and being a warrior goddess mama!

For being such an active person, bed rest was an incredible challenge. (Little did I know that more challenges were just ahead.) To not even cook my own meal or take my dog for a walk was difficult for me.  But I knew this was temporary and the goal was to keep this precious baby in the womb as long as possible. I did my darnedest to keep her there.  She had other plans.

On October, 7th at 29 weeks pregnant, I had my third ultrasound to check on babies growth and placenta previa status.  I had already been admitted to the hospital twice for bleeding and onset of early labor so I was being closely watched.  Baby looked good.  However, placenta previa was still present and baby was breech.  So I headed home to continue lounging around.  It was a beautiful sunny day and I laid outside to read my book.  At 3pm my water broke. I froze. There is no way that it could be happening,  I had 11 weeks to go!

It did happen. I called my wonderful husband right away, a friend to come get our dog, and within 1/2 hour we were on our way to the hospital... for the third time. But this time I knew I wasn't going home until baby was here. Did I have any bags packed? No.  Did we attend birthing classes? No, they were a couple weeks out.  Was the nursery finished?  Not even started.  But it didn't matter.  There were much bigger matters... Life.

We tried to postpone labor as long as possible. The doctor said there was even a chance we could hold off for up to 4-6 weeks while being monitored 24/7 in the hospital.  But my body didn't agree and labor slowly progressed through the night.  By early morning, we scheduled a Cesarean section to get baby here safely.  But as we were scheduling it, babies heart rate dropped, and there was a medical team in my room so fast I barley had time to sign the papers. It was an emergency.  I was terrified. This was not in my birth plan.  It was all too soon. Was my baby safe?  Millions of thoughts and questions were floating around me. I had absolutely no control.  I needed to trust the team of doctors and nurses to take care of me and my baby.  And that is just what they did.

Norah Louise was born at 6:18am on October 8, 2013 weighing 2lbs 14 oz. and 16 inches long. She was 2 1/2 months early, but ready to be part of this world. Her name fits her perfectly. She is a shining light and a warrior as she grows healthy and strong in the hospital.  It was quite the road to get her here, both gruesome and beautiful at the same time. I am still shocked by the process as I recover from surgery and my life as a mother is in full force. If I am blessed enough to have another child, I am hopeful that my dream of a natural birth will happen.  But for some reason, for this amazing baby, the birth process unfolded in an unexpected journey that has shown me strength and courage that was hidden deep within.

The hospital has been my second home for the past few months. I have come to accept that and I am more grateful than I ever thought I would be for modern medicine.  It is now more than ever that those yoga skills come in handy!  The route we took to get her here may have not been ideal, planned, or anything at all that I hoped for.  But the end outcome is just the same.  A beautiful healthy baby.

Growing Baby
Photo by Charity Benedict @ NICU Children's Hospital 

Sacrifice: Simple or Complex?

I am learning a whole new meaning of sacrifice these days.

S urrendering and
A bandoning personal
C omforts that
R eplenish our needs, to
I ndispensably provide
F ulfillment and contentment to others
I n times of
C hallenge, change, and growth in
E xcitable and difficult situations.

Sacrifice has been a part of human culture since looooong before my time.  The history with religious offerings of objects, animals, and human lives has been a sacrificial ritual for many religions throughout the world; yesterday and today.  Family members are continually sacrificing their well being to protect and save the lives of loved ones.  It is amazing what someone will give for others and their belief system no matter what the circumstance.

I  have experienced this word in a whole different context too.  I played volleyball for 5 years.  When a teammate would dive for the ball, we would yell "way to sacrifice your body for the team!"  Or what about the card game bridge? Make a sacrifice bid.   Is this becoming a more casual word and action?

Depending on our backgrounds, generational time on earth, our morals and values, socioeconomic levels, and the country we live in, sacrifice can have a plethora of meanings.

For me, in 2013, living in a quaint home in the middle of a quiet neighborhood in Minnesota, this word has a couple of meanings that strike me.  Ways that it is blessing my life, challenging my life, affecting my life, and shaping my life.

1.  Motherhood-
Becoming a mother.  It is a selfless act of letting go of your body, lifestyle, and personal needs to welcome another life.  It truly is one of the biggest sacrifices a woman can experience.  From the moment my body recognized I was pregnant, and all the unknowns that are ahead, I know I will be sacrificing each day to provide and care for the life of my child.  It will happen in little daily acts as well as life changing situations that arise.

2.  Community-
When times of hardship and unexpected trials are placed on the path we walk, it amazes me how our own community can join together to help ease the discomfort.  Living in a time of schedules and business, sacrificing time to help others can make a huge difference.  For family, friends, and neighbors to take the time to support and care for one and other in times of need, can positively impact the day immensely.

I have noticed and experienced that sacrifice is a gift. In todays time, the little things we do and give up for a stranger or a friend can only make our communities a better place to be. We can all stand to sacrifice something little to better the lives of others.  Sometimes your smallest sacrifice can be the most precious godsend for another.

Quetico, Canada
Photo by: Charity Huot Benedict 

Infinite Sunset

I have loved to write ever since I can remember.  Coloring, doodling, journaling, songwriting, and poetry are a few of my favorite writing activities.  The connection of paper, thoughts, and pen/pencil/marker fill a desire to create.  

Last winter I took a children's book writing course.  I have been working on a few children's stories that I hope to publish one day.  During class we would always do a writing prompt.  For one of the sessions, there was a jar full of folded up pieces of paper with a word on each one.  We were to pick one of those words from the jar and write about it.  So, my word was:  INFINITY.  Of course, my first thought was "Toy Story"... To infinity and beyond!  But I was not going to write about a cartoon.  The real thought that entered my mind and sparked my pen to skip across my paper was a sunrise/sunset: two of my favorite moments in each day.  So, below is my writing prompt about Infinity.  

Infinity

I stood there, and witnessed the beauty before my eyes

The sun dipped into the ocean beneath the skies

I was captivated and feeling high

a timeless revelation in disguise 

water washed over my feet

wind blew and set me free

a soul fire burned in me

For always, and beyond, endlessly

All of the worlds matter and energy

devours our ideas in this country

There is more to explore for us to see

A spiritual everlasting discovery

A dancing paintbrush transformed the atmoshphere

A continuos canvas of radiant colors appeared

This stimulating sight connected soul to earth

An immesurable and unfading moment of re-birth

Infinite Sunset, Rincon Puerto Rico
Photo by: Charity Huot Benedict 

Laughter: Who Doesn't Love It?!

I love overdosing on laughter.  The side affects of watery eyes, a sore stomach, and shortness of breath somehow leave me feeling oddly refreshed.  I wish I encountered this experience more often.  I am lucky if I get a couple of good doses a day.  Laughter IS the best medicine.

As a child, I remember sitting in church with my family and having many laughing episodes.  Almost anything would set me off.  A cute baby, bad singing, an expression on the priests face, my interpretations of the homilies, silence... It's almost as though I would look for an opportunity to giggle... even though I knew I absolutely shouldn't.  And then I would hold my breath as my shoulders would shake uncontrollably until I got "the look" from my dad.  Self control was always limited during that hour every week.

Do you ever laugh when you see someone fall?  OMG, I find it hilarious.  But only when it is a good friend, who is in good health, and when they stand up I know they are okay.  Then the laughter pours out, followed by a discussion of past falling events and the chuckling continues.

Every once in a while I crack myself up.  I don't really know what starts it, but once I get going, watch out. My husband looks at me and just shakes his head.  He knows not to interrupt or question a solid laughing session.  He just smirks and says "you think you are so funny."  I really don't think that.  I actually wish I was more funny.  I just utterly enjoy laughing attacks.

I used to work at a grocery store.  To pass time, a few co-workers and I would start laughing circles.  When business was slow we would pick new laughing styles to try out: boisterous, petit, snorting, sniggering, closed mouth, full body engagement, head back, chattering jaw, cackling... you name it, we explored it.  What we found was always amusing and worth the $6.75 an hour.

Lately I find that the shows Parks and Rec, Modern Family, and Jimmy Fallon can provide me with a robust gut laugh.  As well as reminiscing about college years and young adult life.  Not to mention puns, good jokes, inside jokes, humorous articles, and even my dog can cause a good chuckle.  I guess, just like I did as a child, I am always looking for a hearty heavy howl.

I hope that you find some good ol' fashion medicine that makes you split a side, tear up,  bust a gut, and roll on the floor with spontaneous laughing sounds and movements.  We all need a healthy and pleasurable daily dose of laughter.

Comical Moment At My Wedding
Photo by: Bailey Aro Photography 

Be Mindful

I am trying to recall the last time life wasn't "busy."  From working, to family events, to appointments, to performances, to responsibilities at home, to maintaining relationships and so on, I am lucky if I have a few moments to lay in a hammock and feel the breeze on my skin. It may have been over ten years ago, when I lived in St. Vincent, that the pace of life felt relaxed.  Oh America, why must we rush through every routine incident?

It hasn't been until recent years that I have been more aware of squeezing the most out of each scheduled task.  It is so easy to get caught up in our calendars that before you know it, the next season already surrounds us.  I have been better about finding "time for myself" as they say.  Even if it is just feeling my feet grip the earth as I walk my dog, or feel the warm water and stone in my hands as I wash the dishes.  

Your whole perspective of every mundane chore and endeavor can become much more enjoyable if you are mindful, grateful and present in each ordinary mission.  Stop thinking about what is next on the list, and just be, where ever you are.  

Our circumstances in life can change in an eyes blink.  I have easily learned that by being launched into a lifestyle of bed rest because of a few pregnancy hurdles.  Now they say I have all the time in the world to relax!  The calendar is empty!  If only it were that easy to embrace... we do the best we can...

No matter where we are in life, no matter what turn of events, or how quickly our schedules fill up, be aware of each daily venture.  At least give yourself that gift.  

Enjoy the steam of the shower instead of thinking about your crazy day ahead.  Notice how lotion feels as you apply it on your skin. Observe your surroundings as you wait in long lines.  Feel the textures of the meals you consume on your tongue.  Delight in the company you are with.  Savor the taste of your favorite beverage.  If you can even make time for these little things, you have given yourself something.

Revel in each moment.

Be grateful.  Be present.  Be mindful 

Minnehaha Falls
Photo by: Charity Huot Benedict

Motherhood Begins in a Flash

I became a mother the moment I found out I was carrying life inside my womb.

All thoughts and emotions circle through me in slow motion and fast forward with each blink of my eyes.  Sacrifice.  Selflessness.  Protection.  Love.  These gifts kick in before the awareness grips my being.  A new journey, a new path; dusted with excitement, joy, fear, hope, and compassion as these particles linger and swirl around each step I take.

As an extra heart beat continues to motivate my rhythm of life, the unexpected delicacies flow through sound and silence.  How quickly the tempo can change!  How unpredictably the pattern dances!

As gracefully as I can, I accept that not only is there one new life growing inside my body, but a mother is developing inside my soul.  My existence through this world has a whole new purpose. Each choice, each decision, each surrender is now influenced by a precious baby I have yet to meet.

Baby Benedict

Accepting the Unexpected

I have always been one to set goals and pursue dreams as I stroll along on this planet.  Whether I graduated college, accepted a teaching position, or recorded an album, I have been able to check a few life visions off my bucket list.  These things never come easy, believe me.

The dedication and perseverance it takes to accomplish our desires is sometimes beyond what the human psyche can handle.  But the fact is, I wouldn't want to live in a stagnant- spinning- hamster wheel kind of place.  My spirit is always craving a new endeavor to connect, grow, and create.  

The area I find most challenging is accepting the unexpected.  As we set high hopes and try to make our visions a reality, there are times when tribulations occur in a way we least anticipate.  The barriers that pop up and the storms that alter our current comfort zone can shake us to the core.  I find it is our attitude and finesse during these inconveniences that bring us to see our true self. 

Sometimes the mirror is foggy, even broken.  Take it as an opportunity to look beyond what is directly in front of you.  The possibilities to change your mind and present yourself in a whole new light may refresh your complexion and illuminate your reflection.  

Just roll with it.  You may find yourself in an even more desirable and more valuable place in life by looking through a different plane, or listening to a ringing echo.  Accept the unexpected.  What angle, what viewpoint, what temperament are you choosing as you embrace your current situation?

Rocky Mountains
Photo by: Charity Huot Benedict