Peace.

 A webbie blog friend lost her mom a day or so ago.

All I could think about was how my mom wouldn't eat the baby bermuda onion in the Boeuf Bourgignon at Christmas. How for about 20 minutes she behaved more like the kids around the table than the kids - I became terribly grateful.

As Kerry talked about her mom over this last year and allowed us into their relationship my awareness of the unique love between mom and child shifted. We need our moms.

I know that moms are imperfect and beautiful.

I'm thrilled as I can be to be and to have one.

May we all learn to glean what's good in these relationships, and take notice of the gifts.

And accept the peace of love.

The beginning of the new year

I find myself considering that the end of 2010 had me growing in awareness of how and why I do and see certain things. (Oh yes, we're heading into family-of-origin role assignments, etc.)

It's good. I'm ready. Up for it, so to speak.

For me, this year, will be a continuation, of this process. I've noticed that some of the noticing has caused a shift in my behavior. Not all the noticing is pleasant or intentional. Some sneaks up like being overcome in an emotion. Some is more subtle. All is good. To be celebrated in fact. I suppose its a bit of an awakening.

I don't know what is in store, entirely. But I know that as the year goes, I'll know, well, more. I'm enthusiastic at the thought. It's very likely I'll share bits of what I notice. Without great fanfare, but it will be a celebration of coming into a space of clearing. All for the purpose of noticing. And waking.

I will be celebrating Taking Note.