I'm joining Service Space because ... the servicespace family reminds me of my deepest self, keeps me grounded to my roots.. its home :-)
A good day to me is when ... I can sit, serve, and move slowly. oh and smile, a lot.
My hero in life is ...I have so many heroes. They all share the same qualities. They inspire me to give ruthlessly, to live humbly, and to open my eyes to the beauty of what surrounds me
My favorite book is ...Moved By Love
One thing I'm grateful for is ... I can feel the air on my face and sunshine on my cheeks
Mar 02, 2018, 3 comments, 14 smiles Our conscious mamas circle has gotten off to a great start in 2018! In January, a few of us got together to discuss Shefali Tsabary's book, The Awakened Family. We focused our discussion on the following passage: "Our children may be small and powerless in terms of living independent lives, but they are mighty in their potential to be our awakeners. [The term awakeners] speaks directly to our children's potential to enlighten us and raise our consciousness to new heights. When I began to notice how my daughter accomplished this, I was in awe. The really surprising aspect of this is that the insights our children offer us aren't so much epiphanies as they are lessons stumbled upon in the plainest of moments and the most humbling of situations. Actually, more often than not it's in times of conflict that we get to see the full range of our unconscious theatrics. This ... Read Full Story
Jan 05, 2018, 2 comments, 15 smiles Recently came across this stirring poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, and thought others would appreciate it as much as I do. Famous By Naomi Shihab Nye The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse. The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek. The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom. The boot is famous to the earth, more famous than the dress shoe, which is famous only to floors. The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it and not at all famous to the one who is pictured. I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets, sticky children in grocery lines, famous as the one who smiled back. I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do.
Nov 27, 2017, 2 comments, 11 smiles For the last couple of months, a small group of us have been getting together to share our journeys as mothers. Our first call's theme centered around the book "Unconditional Parenting" by Alfie Kohn, where we talked about our parenting journeys as they related to loving our children for who they are (unconditional parenting) rather than what they do (conditional parenting). The conversation was dynamic and insightful, with everyone sharing open heartedly about their journeys with discipline and practicing unconditional love with their children. One mom shared a beautiful practice inspired by Malika Chopra's "100 Promises to My Baby" - "a book that reflects Malika's deep awareness of the sacred responsibility of parenthood and the vows she made to help her child, and all children, grow up feeling nourished and secure." Inspired by Malika's vows, this mom wrote her own promises to her children in a journal along ... Read Full Story
Jun 16, 2017, 6 comments, 16 smiles It was a sunny, quiet afternoon in late July of last year. My three month old son was snoring softly on my chest as I walked the final mile back home from our mid-morning hike. Just before reaching home, I spotted a beautiful herb garden flourishing in a neighbor’s back yard. The garden was chock full of medicinal herbs. My neighbor was kind enough to give me some advice on which herbs to grow where, and made a point to talk about the benefits of a particular herb – Mugwort. “Mugwort” she said. “It’s such a healing herb, and it’s a delight to watch it grow”. A delight to watch grow? Sounds like my kinda plant :-). Could you help me plant some? Little did I know that within 4 weeks of planting, the mugwort would teach me an essential lesson about my journey into motherhood: “Sometimes, it’s okay to let go. Allow for ... Read Full Story
Oct 07, 2016, 2 comments, 15 smiles "The days are long but the years are short" said the tired lady at the coffee shop, the old man smoking a cigarette on the street corner, the women in line at the grocery store with two kids. I've heard this from so many strangers during countless walks around my neighborhood, with Zayd, my little one, strapped to my chest - his little head bouncing around and looking out at the brand new world before him. Last week, a bunch of us came together to explore our parenting journeys. In true Awakin style, we started off with a bit of silence, followed with some deep listening, and topped the evening off with a hot meal. The journey of parenthood is full of contradictions. The days can be fast and slow, exhilarating and exhausting, scary and joyful. How do we serve our children? How do we reconcile the wrongs of our past ... Read Full Story
Sep 07, 2016, 2 comments, 14 smiles Just saw this post on Facebook, by Danny: "Join us tomorrow evening for a mid-week recharge at Awakin Meditation at Sol Harvest Farm at 6 pm. Wishing everyone a peaceful week." And here's the two-minute version of the back story. Danny randomly shows up to Awakin DC and becomes a regular fixture. He is blown away by Nimo's performance and circle at our place and listens to Nimo's album daily. The day before Nimo leaves DC, we were all walking through the park helping to shoot a video and randomly run into Danny, who is sitting on the park bench. Danny is really bummed out, feeling stirred up by Nimo's performance and not knowing how to move forward. He considers random encounter with Nimo at the park as a "sign" and invites him to New Mexico to perform a few weeks later. Danny goes back to NM for the performance and meets ... Read Full Story
Mar 10, 2016, 1 comments, 18 smiles At the end of a Kindness Circle on Monday with a heartwarming bunch of middle and high schoolers, one student handed us the sweetest note below, addressed "To People From ServiceSpace": Much gratitude to the collective posse for constantly inspiring so many ripples, and reminding us to "be vocal in times of beauty". :)
Mar 06, 2016, 10 smiles Beautiful new challenge was just posted -- Debbie Shackley Was Here -- and the inspiration reads: In honor of a woman who I admired for changing lives (students, staff, friends and family) with her everyday presence. I wish to challenge myself, and anyone willing to join me, to continue her spirit of kindness. I wish to nurture and encourage in myself the joy and selflessness which she inspired in me. Through us, the ripples of her kindness never end. Through us, her memory and her impact continue.
Feb 04, 2016, 1 comments, 12 smiles On Tuesday, I got to join 15 local love warriors at a middle school in San Jose for a Kindness Circle to kick-start their school-wide 21-day Kindness Challenge! Here's a photo slideshow of the day: So many incredible moments. At one point, we all split up into classrooms for a gratitude card activity. Our classroom was brimming with kindness stories. The kids couldn’t stop raising their hands and sharing their experiences of kindness. One girl talked about inviting a homeless couple to eat pizza with her and her friend, another girl talked about how someone anonymously paid for her aunt’s funeral because her family couldn’t afford it, another student talked about asking her dad to order an extra meal for a homeless man sitting outside the restaurant and how blessed she felt being able to give it to him. The kids spoke openly about their experiences of kindness, gifted each other gratitude cards, and happily took ... Read Full Story
Jan 04, 2016, 3 comments, 26 smiles Last month, Joel and I were in the Southern Eastern tip of Costa Rica, in the Caribbean jungle, very close to the border with Panama. There were torrential downpours all night long, leaving the ocean incredibly choppy and the jungle very very muddy. That morning, we woke early to trek out to the permaculture farm where we were going to volunteer. Almost three hours of walking later (with two very cute wild dogs who I was convinced would show us the way), we were terribly lost in the jungle, with mud up to our shins and no farm in site. We happen to run into a farmer who chuckled and told us we were very lost, and lead us back to the small town where we started. A bit defeated, we headed back up to the closest town where we could spend the night and decided to wait out the rain, ... Read Full Story