Wishing a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all of my followers, Sugar Mountain PR, Waldmania PR, Tomoson, USFamily Guide, and all who have given me the opportunity to write. Blessings to you and yours! See you with more reviews in 2017!
Hey, faithful followers, please follow me where I go. You can stay right here too. But I would love to see you on my new site, Shanti Mom For One. I’ll explain that site in a moment, but this site is changing its name to Blog Mom Reviews. This site will be all reviews…CD’s, DVD’s, books, women’s products, children’s products, yoga gear, and whatever else they throw my way.
There is a group of you who like and comment on my posts and I would especially love for you to visit and follow Shanti Mom For One. I hope this works! I appreciate you.
Shanti Mom For One is specially designed for women and moms but you don’t have to be one of those to follow along. You can also join my FB group, which is an open forum for celebrations, frustrations, questions, and accomplishments.
I am Shanti Mom, a mother of one, honoring and celebrating all moms as an Author, Artist, and Educator. As a retired dance educator and ‘mother of advanced age’, my unique perspective on motherhood keeps life interesting.
My husband, Jeff, is a regional sales rep for the MAPEI Corporation. He loves his job, does very well, and provides for our family. We love him for that.
My very first book, In So Many Words, is available on Amazon. I have begun working on my second book, due out in the fall of 2017. Its working title is She Waited for Me.
As the Oh BaBee! Originals founder and artist, I design, create, and sell baby shower and nursery decor, frames, wreaths, and greeting cards. I mostly sell to fellow moms in my community.
Fundanoodle is an educational product line for kids from age 2-6. The games, books, and activities are designed by Occupational Therapists to better prepare children for fine motor skill tasks like holding a pencil, using scissors, and tying shoes.
I am also a Registered Yoga Teacher specializing in Yoga Therapy. I teach group classes, private lessons, and serve as a substitute for local studios. My classes are gentle, modified, and meditative. Teaching yoga gets me out of the house and keeps me grounded and balanced.
Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men…
This last week approaching my book release date (which, by the way, is not happening tomorrow) has reminded me of a section of my book about contrast. Things can’t always go the way we expect and we have to try and be okay with it. Easier said than done, yes. But certainly possible. And easier on the stomach.
Here is an excerpt from Chapter One of my book, In So Many Words, not coming out tomorrow as originally planned.
“Out of all the books we studied, there is one that changed my life and continues to resonate with me. Along with The Bhagavad Gita, we read one of its companion books, Poised for Grace, by Douglas Brooks. First of all, who would have thought that I would read The Bhagavad Gita ever in my life? Not me! But now, it serves as the basis of many of the decisions I make and the way I feel about difficult situations. In fact, there is a note in
the margin of my companion book which actually reads…This is the meaning of life! It doesn’t matter if it is the meaning of life for you or anyone else. It is for me and that’s perfectly fine. Perception is relative. I wouldn’t have accepted that concept ten years ago.
The Bhagavad Gita, among many other teachings, discusses the need for contrast. There is evil in this world. Horrible things happen. People do unspeakable things. Those things make us angry, sad, and discouraged. But, in actuality, we NEED those things. We need to feel and understand the contrast between good and evil, happy and sad, right and wrong. Imagine if we lived in a utopia, always feeling bliss and divine connection. We
would never know the opposite, therefore never really knowing the grace of divinity. We must feel the contrast in order to know what feels good to us and what does not. Without it, that land of perfection eventually shrivels away and is lost completely. We need free will in order to make choices. It is kind of a system of checks and balances. In my Kula, we concluded the following: Without knowing what you aren’t, you cannot know what you are.”
Five Women. One Book. Namaste.
In So Many Words arrives November 4, 2016 on Amazon and Shanti Mom For One.
A little bit of stress has tainted this process, but when I get beyond the stomach aches and the insomnia, I realize how cool this is really going to be. It will be so fun to call myself an author.
And when I take the time to watch these videos again and again, my soul rests. With MaryAnne especially. Sit in a room with her for five minutes and your troubles melt away.
What an honor to be trusted with Donna’s most intimate thoughts. I admire this woman immensely.
There is no one else like Kate. No one. Fire and rain all in one beautiful package.
Too bad you didn’t get to see Mary on video. You could learn a thing or two from her.
The following is a poignant excerpt from my book, In So Many Words, being released next Friday November 4th on Amazon and Shanti Mom for One.
“One day I arrived at yoga in tears. I hated doing that and almost turned around to go home, but I knew better. No matter what, being in yoga, even if I didn’t move a muscle could only make me feel better. I came straight into the office where Kate was greeting her students and of course, she immediately embraced me and asked what was wrong. Well, there was nothing wrong. Nothing is really wrong when you are depressed, anxious, being pumped with hormones, and trying to get through it all. It just is what it is and you can’t explain it to anyone else. My body was in shock, I’m sure. Kate, who had recently studied Reiki, said, “I’ll do some Reiki on you,” and laid her hands on my shoulders and back. Then Mary arrived, saw me hunched over the office counter, and without a word, laid her hands on me as well. While the tears still flowed and the angst remained, my hopes of victory took over. I got through class with little movement and more tears, but I did get through it. The sacred space and the loving touches enveloped me. These women once again wrapped me in their love and told me it was going to be okay.
Before it was all over, my body had endured a total of 53 hormone shots, over a period of two months, in my abdomen and both hips.”