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I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for…. I’m sorry that I…. Apologizing is powerful. Apologizing instantly raises the energy of the interaction, so long as it’s sincere and not meant to manipulate. ’I’m sorry’ is something I pretty much use every day all throughout the day. There is always an instance where I was insensitive, there is [...] Sun shiney days are upon us. As soon as it finally stopped raining and got hot here in Vancouver, my daughter Lula says, ‘I wish it were winter.’ Now let me tell you, from a raised right here in Vancouver gal, this is like blasphemy. We WORSHIP the sun here; if any smidgen of sunlight [...] Here is a tip I’m learning about how to be a better parent. Take care of yourself by taking time for yourself. This means give yourself a good chunk of Time and your Present Awareness, your own Attention. Time to be alone and away from your children. Beg friends, hire a babysitter, ask MOM, or even [...] Ug. Everyone in our family has this wretched cold right now. It’s making for grumpy Gibsons. Max just woke up from a nap and cried for half an hour relentlessly; wouldn’t take any kind of soothing I offered and the only thing that distracted him for a few moments was a noisy train toy, which [...] Hey now now. When I was a child, I used to think that we were born into our families in order to be our parents’ servants. Y’know, child labour. No really, I really DID think that was my purpose for being alive, to serve these big people. Just a straggling [...] SO TIred. is how i feel. And how I’ve felt much of this year. I know I’m a broken record to people who ask, but it is what it is right now. Max is now one year old and still wakes up at 4:30 in the morning expecting me to come and help him [...] Last week Lula wanted to discuss the word RICH. When I said that the “cake was rich” while doling out a tiny sliver of my dark chocolate and espresso birthday cake, Lula said, “I thought that rich meant a lot of money.” I said, ” It’s more like a lot of good, like lots of [...] All my life, since I was a small girl, I’ve examined anything I saw as beautiful and I’ve studied art. Alone for hours in my parents’ lounge, I’d pore over the few Chinese paintings that were hung on the walls. I’d stare and stare and look at the expressions on the painted faces, make [...] |
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