Jan 29 2010

Are you Running on Empty?

Now, more than ever, I hear people talking about consciousness shifting, time moving at warp speed, and movement towards enlightenment taking center stage in their lives.  With these shifts taking place, people feel an aliveness stirring within, and urgency to live in perfect alignment with their Highest Self.  And yet, as we scramble to get it ‘right’ and to make sense of the awakening we feel part of, we often lose the meaning of getting The Call in the first place – The call that beckons us to return to a state of Unity, Love, and complete connection with The Source of All That Is.

The pressure of it can feel exhausting.

Do you feel that no matter how much work you do on yourself you will never be worthy of the life you are being called to?  Do you ache for a deeper connection to Truth?  Do you want to know with Certainty that right where you are, is enough – that you are enough??  Do you wish there were greater clarity for you as you took those steps forward?

I know I do.  It is so easy to get caught in the relentless belief that if we do more, we will reach enlightenment more quickly – and so we do, and do and do, until we feel drained and depleted.  The action (whatever it may be) inadvertently keeps us stuck in a cycle of not being present, of not taking time to accept and honor where we are, in this moment.  And no matter how many books we read, or classes we attend, or vision boards we make, it can still feel as if there is a lack of lasting connection with the thing we’re looking for that sustains and nourishes us from the inside out.  We are needy for something more.

Spiritual Neediness

Often, in our culture, we see our neediness as weakness, and yet, it is our need for Love, that keeps us moving towards enlightenment.  The Source of All That Is created us to be needy, for Him, as a way of helping us realign our compasses when we get lost.  When we are out of alignment, our connection is lost and our heart aches.  We say or do things that hurt our selves and the ones we love.  We eat too much, drink too often or work too many hours, as away of avoiding the pain we feel.  And yet, if we could simply stop in those moments when we feel the ache of separation, and turn our hearts back towards the Light, we would be shown His Mercy, and would again, feel His call. “Come Home, my son, my daughter, come Home.”

Reconnection

Intention is a powerful first step. It is stated in spiritual scripture that, “If you take one step towards God, he will take two towards you. If you come to Him walking, He will come to you running.”  I invite you to do what you can each day to take just one step towards Creator, intending to align with His will for your life, both on the inner planes of your heart, and in the outer material world where you are being called to do your work

Heart Centered Renewal

Here is a simple practice, which can be done in as little as 5 minutes, though I invite you to stay with the process as long as you can.  It is a heart opening exercise, and one way to take that step of returning from emptiness and disconnect, to spiritual renewal.

Settle yourself in, and take a deep breath.  Then, place your hand on your heart and bow your chin to your chest as a way of saying you are willing to surrender your mind to the wisdom of your heart.  Wiggle your toes and become aware of your body.  Now, breath, long and slow, until you start to relax and tap into the quiet space within your heart.  Pay attention to what you feel in your body, or what is happening in your mind, but keep bringing your focus back to your heart center.  Be patient with yourself, and keep breathing.  When you feel like you’re connected and from a place of surrender and neediness for Love – call out to Source, to The One who answers your prayers, to God. Ask Him to send you Peace, Safety, Love, or whatever quality it is you feel you need in this moment.  After you have sent up your request, be present with the stillness and open yourself up as deeply as you can to receive what He sends.

If you would like to deepen your connection to The Divine, and the qualities He sends, join me at The House of Light Healing Center, on (enter dates) at (enter times) for a Heart Centered Meditation.  I am also available for private healing sessions and heart centered spiritual consultation.


Nov 8 2009

What is a Heart Centered Life?

Thank you for visiting my site.  I am in the process of reworking my platform and will be making many changes over the course of the next few months.  However, you can find updated class information in the Products/Services page and can learn more about me and my approach to healing in the About Jenn section.

Thanks,

Jenn


Aug 29 2009

A Unenlightened Trip to the Zoo

My husband and I took our son to the Zoo last week.  I’m always mixed about this particular outing, simply because of how I feel about wild animals living in captivity, and the empathy I inevitably feel while I’m there.  It pulls at my heart strings to seem them in their small (smelly) cages, and I always feel slightly saddened by the whole experience.  

This time however, I was more saddened by the behavior of other parents, and their unenlightened approach to child care then I was about the animals.  While walking past the sun bear, I saw a scoop of ice cream sitting in a little boys lap.  He was clearly distressed over the matter and instead of his mom being supportive and helping recover what was left of his delicious sweet treat, she said, “You haven’t done anything right since you woke up this morning!”  Ouch.  Much in the same way I felt sad for the caged monkeys, I felt pangs of sadness for this little boy.  Not only had he lost his ice cream, he was being reprimanded and put down for it.   A double wammy which just covers those precious layers of light in his heart more and more. 

Fast forward a bit and we’re in the sand pit, where out son, clearly the youngest of the group, is excitedly dragging a dump truck around to each group of older children, watching intently and doing his best to be a part of it all.  We were chatting happily with another mother, watching the kids play when two 5 or 6 year old girls started trowing sand at Ahmed, telling him to get away from them.  (He was simply walking past them, too close perhaps, in an effort to be as friendly as he could be, but walking by none the less.)  My husband immediately asked them to stop throwing sand and explained how it wasn’t nice, especially when Ahmed is just a baby.  A few moments later, the same thing.  This time, she was pushing him away from their castle, telling him to go away.  Again, we intervened.  I am not sure if the parents of these particular girls think its acceptable behavior to push and throw sand at small children, or if they were simply disinterested and disengaged enough to not even notice.   Either way, it was simply another of many examples that day of how the stresses of our lives pour forth onto our children, inevitably effecting their behavior.

Taking the train home was the most painful.  There was a young family with two small children who were clearly exhausted from a day at the zoo and were fighting over who got the last bites of cotton candy.  I can only imagine how the sugar they were consuming was adding discord to the process, but the way in which it was dealt with was, again, heartbreaking.  These two kids were slapped, yelled at, and left to ‘cry it out’ for several minutes before, finally, the youngest (and the parents) fell asleep, leaving what I estimated to be a three year old boy, sitting silently in the stroller.  While I felt relief that the conflict had come to an end, I was still distressed by the interaction.  

I couldn’t help but wonder:  Where do stressed out, overwhelmed parents go for support and healing?  Where do we go to get that support so that we can live in a world where children are thriving and feeling good about who they are, even when they are tired, or loose their ice cream?

This trip to the zoo made me realize how we humans are also trapped in small cages.  And if we don’t take those important first steps to align ourselves with God, and heal the wound of our pasts, we are teaching our children how to live in them as well.  

In an effort to free you from your frustrations and  return you to a state of inner peace, I am offering a complimentary consultation on how to renew and recharge your batteries, so there is more left over for your little ones!  Feel free to email with any questions.  JennTasnim@gmail.com


Mar 6 2009

Do you experience difficulty making lasting changes despite your commitment to awakening to your authentic self?

Of course you do, especially if you’re trying to do it on your own, because changing is difficult.  It doesn’t matter what approach you take, or which spiritual path you are traveling down, they all present challenges.  Making changes in our lives require us to be strong and vulnerable, to have the courage to open up those parts of ourselves we’d rather not look at, all the while having total faith in the unknowable, unseen thing we’re moving towards.   It requires that we trust when trust has often been violated or broken.   It means letting go of parts of ourselves we’ve come to rely upon, even when those parts of ourselves are guarded and are no longer serving our highest good. 

Taking these emotional risks can be especially hard when you don’t have a roadmap.  You move through your days habitually, recreating your pain filled past which often leads you astray and keep you in separation.  

Here is a simple, yet profound illustration of the process we go through when attempting to make changes in our lives:

AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS

by Portia Nelson

I.  I walk down the street. 
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
I fall in. 
I am lost … I am helpless. 
It isn’t my fault. 
It takes me forever to find a way out.

II.  I walk down the same street. 
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
I pretend I don’t see it. 
I fall in again. 
I can’t believe I am in the same place but, it isn’t my fault. 
It still takes a long time to get out.

III.  I walk down the same street. 
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
I see it is there. 
I still fall in … it’s a habit. 
My eyes are open. 
I know where I am. 
It is my fault. 
I get out immediately.

IV.  I walk down the same street. 
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 
I walk around it.

V.  I walk down another street.


So, what do you do when you realize you’ve taken a wrong turn and have fallen down a deep hole?

We often make our choices unconsciously, based on learned patterns or out dated models that we’ve inherited from our families, our life experiences, and the social mores of our times.  So, most of us stay stuck, feel helpless and turn towards a distraction or addictions of some sort to soothe our discomfort.  Eventually however, we want to get out.  How can we do this?  The first step in getting out of our holes is to stop, even if feels dark and scary, and acknowledge that we are actually stuck. 

Now that you’ve begun to accept you’re stuck and start to identify the story that got you there, its almost certain that the beliefs and voices you hear will be more distracting than ever, and will lead you, despite your best intentions, right back down that street and into the same hole.  What do you do now?

At this point in your healing process, we start getting familiar with the deeper layers of the story, and begin discerning between the voices of the darkness (negative voices that lead you astray and generally make you feel bad), your ‘ego’ self (the desires of your self and personality), and The Divine (the sacred inner knowing that always speaks of goodness and love).  Once you become familiar with each of these voices and how they impact your life, you can begin bringing more awareness into your choices.  You will still be moving from habit and an unconscious investment in the story, and will certainly fall into the hole again, yet you will, with some effort, be able to get out. 

You are still walking down the same street, and even though you recognize the hole, and want with everything inside you to avoid falling in the hole, it is likely you will again, fall.  Luckily, you’ve gotten some perspective and will get out more easily.

Chances are, even though you’ve identified the story and the voices that lead you astray, you are still, out of habit, going to take a wrong turn, and end up going into the hole again.  However, you have gained some momentum, put some distance between you and your old habits, and are replacing the old story with Divine Love and a renewed sense of self. 

You’re still on the same street, but now you go around the hole. 

Once you have worked for a period of time with the story and learned to turn away from voices of darkness and your ego self, you will be able to hear the voice of The Divine more clearly.  The Divine qualities (peace, love, mercy, strength, etc.) will begin to fill in the hole and will give you enough inner strength to not only leave the hole you have been falling in, but will help you to sincerely heal and leave the story behind. 

With a deeper connection to your Inner Truth and a deeper sense of Divine Trust and Love, you will naturally choose a different street!

Once you reach this state and have a deeper connection with the Divine realities you are naturally inclined to make better choices for yourself.  You will find its safer to open your heart to love, easier to live in alignment with your goals and passions, and will discover that your days are filled with a greater sense of peace and contentment as you learn to live with the Love flowing more easily through you. 

Are you ready to find and implement tools that immediately open the doors to more self and Divine Love, and make lasting change? 

If so, take my hand and let me help you create a new roadmap.  Through the practice of Remembrance and working with the 99 Divine Qualities, which bring us into conscious connection with the Divine, identifying the different voices and turning away from the story that leads you down those dark holes, you will experience more peace, love, mercy, justice, and freedom in your every day life.

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Mar 6 2009

Are you able to say, “I love you.” to yourself, and mean it?

I was at my women’s group last night and one of the exercise we did was gently whisper, “I Love You” to ourselves.  It was as profound for each of us as it was different.  

I  noticed, much to my surprise, that this task was difficult for me at first.  I became aware that there are still places in my heart that are afraid to open fully to love, that don’t feel worthy of it.   It was a great way for me to get in touch, not only with the part of myself that needs more love and is afraid to say “Yes!” to it, but also the greater part of myself that is able to give it.  After continuing the practice at home later in the evening, I was able to reach a state of  awareness that opened to the Divine, who was saying, “I Love You” to all of me.  

When you sit quietly with the intention of giving love to yourself, what is your reaction?  Do you open immediately and feel the warmth of the love moving through you or do you find that you aren’t able to receive the love so easily?  What do you notice in your body as you take those words deeper into your heart?  What inner chatter do you begin to hear?  

Whatever your experience, honor it.  Be honest with yourself and if find you are having a hard time opening to the love you are offering yourself (or the love others give), reach out and share it with someone you trust.  The simple act of acknowledging the difficulty of opening to love will allow it to move, change and heal.  

If you aren’t in a position to ask for help from a trusted friend or partner, say a sincere prayer, asking God to give love to your heart and the places inside you that are unable to receive the love you are giving yourself.  Be gentle with yourself and do something kind for yourself or another, to remember there is love available and you and that you do have access to it, even if there are places that resist receiving it.

If you happen to be in a state where the love is flowing freely, open yourself to it, allowing it to fill you with warmth and peace.  Be grateful and once you are full, share it with someone you know who needs it, as this will keep the love flowing freely in you and will open the same flow in others.  The more you give, the more you will have.  

If you haven’t yet opened from self love and the love you feel for and from others, to Divine Love, try opening more deeply to this.  Ask God to show you His love for you and then learn to swim in that river.

No matter what state you are in this moment, try not to judge it, and know that whatever you are feeling in this moment is the perfect place for you to be.  Honor it, face it and walk with it, whatever that may be.

My prayer for you:

Dear God I pray that you are able to open our hearts to the love you have intended for our lives.  I ask you to help us to feel completely safe, in giving and receiving Your love and the love that comes from our families, friends and self.  Help us to be gentle with ourselves and one another and to be at peace with whatever you make for our lives.  Amin.


Mar 3 2009

When down and out, turns up

I’m always amazed by what life makes (especially when we have no idea what is actually happening behind the scenes) and how those minor and major upsets, often turn out to be huge blessings, bringing more to us than we could have ever imagined.

So, lets go back several months when (I THOUGHT) I was down on my luck:  I was almost 8 months pregnant when our cottage was flooded and the landlords followed up the event with an email suggesting my beloved and I find a new place to live.  We were devastated.  We were, for lack of a better description, SHOCKED, scared, and suddenly, homeless.  Our first stroke of luck came when we were able, last minute, to get into a sublet — but that was temporary and left us scrambling as we searched high and low to find a new place to live.  We were in the SF Bay, living on one income and found we could no longer afford to live there.  

As we weighed the odds and pondered our future, we discussed the possibility of returning to Portland where Sa’id had been born, we both had family and friends, and I had lived on and off throughout my twenties.  While it was not ideal for me (I was deeply vested in my life in the bay), I was aware that there was not a door opening for us there and it might be time to look at other options.  After countless sleepless nights and a baby that could come any day, we decided to go to Portland.  Grieving the loss of my home, my friends and clients, and the california sunshine, we put our things in a pod and headed north.

We arrived with a plan to stay, temporarily, with my friend Polly while we got our bearings, found a place to live, and had a chance to settled in.  We thought it would be weeks.  It turned out to be months.  And while there were certain difficulties we faced not having our own space, being at Polly’s was another blessing among many that made our transition doable and relatively stress free (though i will say moving to another city and leaving behind a life you’re deeply connected to during your 8 month in pregnancy is in no way, stress-free!)  

Sa’id struggled to find work and I grew increasingly scared, and more and more uncomfortable as i neared the end of my pregnancy.  Looking back, with the perspective I now have, i know it was a time of turning things over to God in a deeper way than I had previously been able to do.  It was a time to deepen my faith and have trust that there is a beneficent being out there, that loves me completely and meets my every need.  In allowing Him to be the One in charge takes so much worry out of my days.  My heart has been cleaned and I walk now, in closer proximity to The One I call God. When I felt helpless, He brought help, when fearful He soothed my mind, and when confused about why I was spending my nights away from ‘Paradise’ (my old haunts) with no place of my own to nest in and worried about why nothing had yet to open for us, He encouraged patience within me.  Turns out He was, as always, right! 

During our stay, Polly and I rekindled our friendship, got to know each others beloved’s, and my husband and I were granted the holy offering of giving birth in their home since we had not yet found a place of our own (which was an incredible experience I will write more about later).  

Looking back on those stressful months, I barely recognize them as mine.  Here I am, seven months later, feeling more blessed than I could have ever imagined.  We have finally landed in our own place–a beautiful new condo in the heart of Irvington neighborhood here in Portland, a stones throw away from everything we could possibly ever need.  I have a great job which allows me ample time with Sa’id and the little guy, and Sa’id has started school for music production, a life long dream of his (and much to his surprise, he’s finding he’s very good, though I never doubted his talents for a second!), and together, our relationship is thriving.  

I never could have imagined what I had to gain in letting go of a life that no longer suited me and my best interest (at least for now — I do hope to one day return to the California sun!).  I thank you God, and each and every person that has pitched in, sent prayers and have befriended us in our transition.  We could not have done it without the help of so many.


Mar 3 2009

There is an ache in my chest

This ache sits right in the center of my chest.  It’s tighter on the left than it is on the right and its turning in on itself, hiding, not wanting to be seen.  With this ache comes fear and inability to let you in, but also, to let me out.  And so I sit, feeling small, lost, not knowing which way to go.  Turning left then right, shall i go this way or that?  I get all turned up inside of myself, my words get lost, and I let go (but not in a surrendering to God and all thats Great letting go) –  I simply give up.  While I’m in this mode, I sit, slightly disconnected from my life, watching days turn into weeks and weeks into months (and time goes so fast)  – but is THIS REALLY HOW I WANT TO BE?  

No, its not how I want to be, not from the smallness inside, nor from the larger part of me that I am only sometimes aware.  The larger part longs for, and nudges me ever so patiently, towards transparency and vulnerability, waiting for a willingness to be nude (for the whole world to see).  It encourages being alive, awake – When dear one will you finally be ready to be free?  

What will it take I wonder, to finally live in the certainty, to remember to Remember more than I slip, or fall face first, into forgetfulness?  In answer to this question, I am only half hearing, but hearing none the less, the commentator of the music station I’m listening to talk about a book she recently picked up at the airport.  What makes us extraordinary? … Focus, determination and hard work…

And so it seems, the answer comes:  Stay focused, work hard and be determined to break free of this ache, this inertia, this numbness.   Allow it to buzz you into discomfort, long enough for it to break. “Open yourself up to the love that has been knocking at your door,” I hear.

“See what needs doing and do it,” more background noise…I read a note from a beloved encouraging me to keep writing. Get an email from another saying the same.  Just for tonight, I will trust these messages, and I will, despite the ache in my chest, open myself up.  I will keep writing and I will let your love in.  I will choose joy and laughter, light and love.

And with this new found trust in you, and myself, perhaps I will move closer to living in the awareness of the Larger me that isnt afraid or feeling small, ever.


Mar 3 2009

Who am I?

My husband is currently on a quest to find out what he’d like to do with the next chapter of his life.  I suggested that perhaps the better question to ask himself is:  Who am I? which then led me to asking myself the same question.  

Here is the answer I recieved:

I am not what has been done to me.  I am not the bad things I have done.  I am not an INFJ, what the strength finders test has assessed,  nor a scorpio with pisces rising and a libra moon.  I am, under all of those layers of identity and personality, a child of God.  Which makes me a sacred and holy being of light and Love.  Love, with a capital L – the kind that amounts to more than a moment of warm and fuzzy in my heart when my husband smiles at me, or I hear my child laugh, or the feeling of contentment that comes when I know I have done my best.  

There is a teaching in our spiritual lineage which states:  ”You think you are a small star, when in fact you contain the entire universe…”  I now see that I am in fact, that universe.  A part which contains the whole and the whole that is also a small and important part.  

Sufi’s have a spiritual practice called Dhikr, which is also known as Remembrance.  During this practice, we call the name Allah, One God, into our hearts.  I used to think i did this practice so that I could Remember Him, but I can now see how He, in His generosity (al-Karim), has given us this practice to remember Him, so we can also remember who we actually are.  

My thoughts then led me to the order in Islam to pray five times a day.  We do not pray five times a day for Allah, as He does not need our prayers, we pray five times because we need Him.  And again in His wisdom (al-Hakim) and generosity (al-Karim), He knew we would forget Him AND who we truly are, therefore He gave to us an opportunity to stop, five times throughout our often over busy and stress filled days, to be the Love that He created us to be and so that we may remember who we truly are, for and in Him.


Mar 3 2009

Ahmed arrives

My husband and I moved somewhat suddenly and very unexpectedly from California to Oregon in my 8th month of pregnancy.  This transition was more stressful than I care to remember but one saving grace of the move, and what tuned out to be just one blessings among many was giving birth to our son, at home.  

Through a series of rather serendipitous events I met, via email, a woman named Wendy who would become our midwife .  She was helpful, supportive, and strong.  I liked her immediately.  After meeting her in person, we were certain the choice to have a home birth was definitely for us, and that having her or someone from her practice be part of our home birth team would be an honor.

One of the other blessings that came our way was the support of Kristi, a lovely, generous woman who would become our doula.  She was just about to finish up her doula training, and we were to be her last practice delivery in order for her to get her certification.  It was a perfect match for both of us.

While we had less than two months to solidify a relationship with these women, one that would require deep trust on both our parts and a bond that most families would have started with their midwives prior to, or just after conceiving, we knew it was the right thing to do.  We met weekly and ended up creating a trusted bond, one that meant I could totally rely on them when the moment came for me to really lean on and into them, and 6 hours into my labor, I really did!

It was 930 pm on April 21st, a Monday night.  My husband and I were lying in bed chatting when the first contraction came.  It was strong and I knew it was one that meant things were starting, and our boy was on his way.  Yet my feelings were mixed because I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.  I had no previous experience with child birth and didn’t know if they might just be Braxton Hicks contractions, not the real thing.   I grabbed our Pregnancy bible, searched carefully for the section that would remind us how to time the contractions, and confirm one way or another what we were dealing with.  

Those next few moments were heightened and seemed to go slowly, as we watched the seconds tick by, but by 950, we were pretty certain they were not Braxton Hicks contractions  -  they were coming every 90 seconds or so and were lasting for almost 30 seconds, which meant, according to the book, that  we were suddenly in the first stages of active labor.  After an hour of monitoring the contractions, we knew it was time to call for help.  First, Sa’id called our Doula, Kristi, then put in a call to our Midwives, telling them he thought it would be a good idea for them to come on over.   Everyone was there by 11:45pm.

I can’t really remember all of the details of the next few hours, bec they flew by as I found and got used to the rhythm of my contractions, but I know that I could not have made it through the process without the deep holding and care each of them gave.  I remember moments, snippets of the process, and feel so blessed to have been given so much love during those long hours while waiting for our little guy to join us. 

Kristi came first, putting on a beautiful CD — one that my Sufi community had made — It was healing chants we do during our spiritual practices and my heart cried with joy as I heard those melodious tones reverberating through my being.  This was perfect.  I was overwhelmed by her deep care, and connection to my needs, having thought them through before I even knew what they would be.  I chanted, and sang, while breathing through the height of my pain.  She encouraged me to move around on the yoga ball and the floor to ease the intensity.  She kept me hydrated, put a cold cloth upon my forehead, and allowed me to squeeze her hand whenever I needed, and that turned out to be alot. 

Wendy and Alisha, the midwives, came shortly thereafter, and were a great help themselves.  They offered soothing words of comfort and helped me in and out of the bath during my transitions as labor progressed.  They talked me through my fear and my not thinking I could possibly go on any longer. They assured me my body was doing exactly what it was supposed to be doing and shared that I was progressing in a more than reasonable amount of time.  

When I thought I couldn’t take it another moment, Alisha suggested we check to see how much I had dilated.   9.5 centimeters.  I felt relieved, and excited.  My body was doing what it was supposed to be doing and we were getting closer.  I had been in and out of the bath a few times, as the water was helpful in easing the intensity of the contractions, but now, we were back in the bedroom and I was tired, certain I couldn’t take it another moment.  

Alisha, one of the midwives assured me with her strong loving voice and we all settled in for the next few hours as my body worked to move the baby down into the birth canal.  Sa’id was present, and helpful, holding me through the whole process.   After a bit of rest on the bed, I headed back to the tub.  The urge to push finally came.  Alisha and Wendy monitored the fetal heart rate periodically and I, pushed, breathed and bared down.   

At some point, we went back into the bedroom and rested in between the contractions which were much more intense at this point.  We were still waiting for my water to break and I could hear the loving encouragement of the midwives in between the peak of the contractions.  Eventually, and finally, my water burst.  Not long after, the baby’s head started crowning as he continued his journey into the world.  He came slowly, about 1-2 millimeters per contraction.  I’m not sure how long it actually took for him make his way out, but I know he wasn’t in a hurry.  I could feel myself burning and tearing as I pushed, and he made his way out.  

I remember Alisha telling me that this was it, the ring of fire, and that our boy would soon be in our arms.  I honestly didn’t know how I made it through those last hours, I was exhausted, but somehow, the mystery of nature took  ahold and  at 829, our son was lying on my chest.  Sa’id made prayers in his ear and his first taste of life was the sweetness of a date,both of which are Islamic custom.  We all marveled at his beauty and preciousness as waited for the cord to stop pulsing.  Sa’id cut the cord, and after the placenta was delivered, and our son latched on to my breast, we were left alone for an hour as a family.


Mar 3 2009

My 10 month old teacher

As a new mom, who works part-time (and desperately misses the shining sun), I am often exhausted.  I move through my days, feeling the pull of my clients, my husband, that still small voice inside of myself urging me not to forget who I am as a woman, and the constant needs of my ten month old son. 

 

Usually and with a stroke of luck, I am able to find a nice balance, which continues to nourish myself, and my family. Yet, there are other times when I simply can’t, and last night was one such night.  My son is on his second round of the virus that has recently hit the Pacific Northwest and I’ve lost track of how many nights we’ve gone with interrupted sleep.  I am in the red – my own personal danger zone, with a temper shorter than usual and a less than desirable and nearly depleted reserve of patience.

 

When I heard Ahmed cry for the third time in 3 hours, I felt the frustration rising inside of me, but I had to go to him, doing my best to sooth him and help him feel secure and cared for.  While reaching down into his crib to reassure him, a wave of desperation flooded me.  I didn’t feel like I had it in me to give what he needed, and yet, it is my job, as his mother, to care for him, to give to him, especially when he isn’t feeling well.  After scooping him up and feeling the fire inside of myself, I took a deep breath, and held him tightly to my chest as he nursed himself back to sleep. 

 

As he did so, I realized that I too am needy, and in that moment my 10 month old son became my teacher. He was the perfect mirror –  that very same thread of neediness resides inside of me.  A thread that needs, constantly and deeply, for reassurance that things are going to be ok; that in spite of these long days and sleepless nights, the stress of the economy and the pressure I feel to make enough money to care for my family’s needs (did I mention my husband has been out of work for most of this year?), that we will not only survive, but somehow thrive. 

 

It was in that moment, over the labored breathing of my son, that I had an inspired ah-ha moment, and I was then able to shift my awareness from the depletion and frustration to one of silent prayer.  I turned my heart from the dark of the night, to the light that burns deep inside of me and instantly I felt relief.  It was a great reminder to me that there is a force far greater than myself that does indeed care for my every need, and I was in that moment, able to open up and receive it.