motherhood – Carrie Lee Ferguson

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June 14, 2020

To the Mama Lionesses

When, in his last moments, George Floyd called out for his mama, it was as if he called out to a Great Mother, to a benevolent Love that humans hunger for. The Great Mothering Energy who loves us just as we are: divided, bruised and depraved. When, in his last moments, George Floyd called out for his mama, he motivated many a Mama: black, brown and white. To the fierce Lionesses who take care of the pride. In what ways can we motivate? I tend to judge myself because my part feels “small” in the fight for exposing and ending systemic[...]

Homemaking, Uncategorized

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June 13, 2020

Minerals I am Made Of

I’m afraid. I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing, of being misunderstood. I’m afraid the pearl will never form inside this shell. The minerals I am made of— how will they solidify my pittance of wisdom, bring forth the revolution? But these are the fears of a caucasian the world-is-my-oyster crustacean, of a white female homemaker. I have traveled, I have written, I have swam in ocean’s waters while fires burned. While hands and hearts lay bare on[...]

Family Travel, Homemaking

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April 27, 2020

Family RV’ing: living well while traveling the country

Have you ever had the urge to sell the house and go explore the world? Chances are, you know a family doing just that. We often think of these families as being extraordinarily brave, but my friend Rachel, who spent two years traveling the U.S. in an RV with her family, says, “You can totally do it. It’s not like we’re special . . . we just sold our stuff!” That was how it began for this nature-loving family: they listed their stuff for sale. Rachel is a coach and meditation teacher. She is married to Adam and they have two children, Caelan (eigh[...]

Home Education, Homemaking

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February 4, 2020

What to do when your a tired mom

Last week was a bit bumpy in our household and homeschool. Between sickness and lack of sleep, tempers were lost. I should mention that I was the first to lose it. I get triggered when I don’t feel valued. Wouldn’t it be great if my twelve year old could read my mind, and then go, “Thanks for doing all those dishes, Mom! Now that you’ve created a clean workspace, I’m going to get started on my work right away!” It’s probably more accurate to say that I get triggered when I don’t value my own worth and my own needs. Instead o[...]

Homemaking

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January 27, 2020

Patience: It’s about Milestones

“All the way across! You did it!” I laugh. “Elle, you did it!” She was not quite five. She wore a t-shirt with a picture of kittens on it, a white skirt with gray capri’s underneath; socks, no shoes. We were at the park. It was before the play-equipment was replaced, and so the monkey bars were still there—eight, thick yellow bars from one perch to the other. I watched her little body swing and sway, eyes focused on the next rung, feet hovering high above the sandy bottom. She went from one end to the other, one motion of her arms at a time. [...]