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Seja Brumley

"…a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into its expanse…" Jane Eyre

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This is Momo, Clay, and Jupiter. This is what they do. All day long. Waddle, quack, single file line. In the morning, they trek to the chicken coop to make sure all is fine. Then they make their way back to the farmhouse for a refreshing dip in the pool. Then they waddle some more, single file. No destination. No striving. No drama. Just living in all of their glorious duckness, chilling together. Let’s all just be more duck-like, whaddya say?

I really never loved cleaning, because here is what usually happens...I mop and then 200 pounds of Great Pyrenees comes in out of the rain and shakes. Or I get the cloths out to dust and then I sweep and next thing I know I am cleaning out my closet so all I have left is a pair of joggers and an IU T-shirt (it’s what I love and what I wear, so if we are getting down to brass tacks...). * But lately I have realized that if my house isn’t feeling good, then I don’t feel good. I don’t want to cook in a messy kitchen. I don’t want to paint or write if the kitchen island is cluttered. So now, cleaning is something I do for myself - it is self-care. Making my children clean is self-care. I may eventually hire out the self-care at some point, but unless I can manage to have them come every morning to sweep a bushel of white fur off the kitchen floor, then it’s up to us to take care of this space for our hearts and minds to flow. * My point is, what if the “chores” we do to take care of our spaces, our loves, aren’t chores at all...it’s just us loving ourselves?

The Start of My Path, or when God/Spirit/Universe just got sick of my shenanigans and physically interfered. 💫 Link in profile. * * * #spiritual #spiritualawakening #soul #universe

Did the ice cube/potato/needle ear piercing on this one tonight at the kitchen counter, just like my Serbian mother taught me (minus the shot of whiskey beforehand). Tough cookie didn’t even flinch. I don’t know if “Being able to pierce your adolescent’s ears in under two minutes and with no one passing out” is a prerequisite for a “Mother of the Year” award, but if it is, I think I’ve got it locked down. Also, I didn’t give her the shot of whiskey, so that’s gotta count for something. @loolers101

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The Start of My Path
Our Journey Back
Clarity in the Quiet
To Your Becoming
Where your treasure is…

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This Life

This Life.

This hour
This breath
This space between lungs + sky + sun.
Open for the
masses.
There for the seeking,
the asking,
the searching.

And whosoever chooses
to come up from the water.
To open their eyes

And live.

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2 thoughts on “This Life”

sbtsbt says:

October 9, 2017 at 1:46 pm

wow seja you never cease to amaze 🙂

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1. Seja says:
  
  October 11, 2017 at 1:39 pm
  
  You are too kind, Sarah. Thank you so much. xoxo
  
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