community for mindful mothers
Tell me about yourself, your family and your journey to mindful parenting. I met my husband Adán while I was teaching English as an additional language at a university in Mexico. We got married in 2008 and then had our first child, Alexandra, in 2015. …
My Name is Zedonk (Parallax Press) is a delightful book about a baby animal whose mother is a donkey and whose papa is a zebra. She recounts the story of how her mama and papa fell in love with each other at first sight. Even though …
By Kerry Horton Bennassar We are busy parents, so I would like to share some concrete things that have supported harmony and happiness in my family. They have really helped my family have stability, kindness and patience. One thing I do is slow everything down. …
by Nadia Colburn Recently my son celebrated his 18th birthday; then he graduated from high school. My Buddhist practice teaches me that everything is impermanent, but sometimes the past feels so close. I remember so clearly the day Gabriel was born—it was the day after …
Join us for a conversation with Dawn Jarocki as she shares about the journey she has taken to arrive here in this present moment as a mother raising her young son, living as a homeschool mom and teacher, outdoor educator, student of Thich Nhat …
By Karen Hilsberg I remember. I look at the picture on the refrigerator. You’re smiling in a classroom with the days of the week posted on the corkboard behind you. Were you in the third grade then? No, fifth grade: a big kid, the last …
by Michlene Kali I am watching my cats climb everything in the house because I’m refusing them freedom until the family of robins in the tree adjacent to our balcony has their fledglings skyward. Twice my female cat has escaped, and within minutes she’s had …
by Heather Panahi It has been said that the Dharma is everywhere. Breathing deeply and observing mindfully opens us up to the possibility that everything—a stranger, a lotus blossom, the clouds in the sky—contains the Dharmakaya within it. As a long time practitioner in the …
by Rebecca Weiker At my high school graduation in 1983, I read a poem I had written, an ode to Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. I don’t remember all the verses, but know the poem ended with these words: Away Away …