Showing posts with label Spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spirituality. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
End of Days Playlist
Someone was asking me recently about music and labor. I found music so therapeutic at the end of my pregnancy and during the difficult parts of my labor. Music can be so healing. It can be very spiritual. It can help you find strength. It can help set your frame of mind. It can help set a mood. Music did all of these things just when I needed it.
I thought I would share my playlist with you.
Imogen Heap- The fire, Sleep,
Zoe Keating- Fern, We insist, Legions, Frozen angels
The Innocence Mission- Happy bday, It is well, A wave is holding
Iron and Wine-Great heights, Love and some verses
Rising Appalachia- Across blue ridge mntns
Besides Daniel- Buckets
The Brilliance- Breath, Shephard strong
The Album Leaf- The light, Tied knots
Neko Case- Hold on
Noise Ratchet- A way to the heart
Sufjan Stevens- Transfiguration, To be alone with you, Happy bday
Jeff Buckley- Hallelujah
Feist- Intuition
Of Monsters and Men- Slow and steady, Love love love
Explosions in the Sky- Its natural to be afraid, Your hand in mine
Bon Iver-Perth
Little Dragon-Twice
St. Peter St. Paul Cathedral Choir
Molly Parden- Song for my mother
Tyler Lyle- For love to come, She dreams in colour, Love story,
Azure Ray- Safe and sound
Marissa Nadler- Love again
Rosie Thomas- Paper airplane
Coldplay- Now my feet won't touch the ground, God put a smile on your face
Sigar Ros
Angus and Julia Stone- Hold on
Ingred Michaelson- Keep breathing
Monday, March 19, 2012
It's official. I'm pregnant.
The plus sign on the pee stick did not convince me I guess. So far, other than occasional fatigue and two weeks of barfiness (which could have been mistaken for a terrible flu), I have barely felt pregnant up till last week.
Then something major happened. I became pregnant. Like, I looked in the mirror and said "WHOA!" My belly went from barely pregnant, to "Whoa, she's pregnant!" over night. And I FEEL LIKE IT. I woke up Sunday morning and everything started taking me a long time. I don't have a long time. My kids have no patience for long waits. But every three steps I took, I had to pause and catch my breath. So, like, putting on shoes and getting ready for church was awesome. Then the fun filled day following church was awesome.
And I stepped on the scale and I finally gained weight. 2-3 lbs (hard to tell on my scale).
Today, I had a small project in my mind to complete. We got the kids a swing set for Christmas and we have been slowly but surely getting that thing put together in alllllllllll the spare time that we have. Dale was awesome and got most of it done one day last month. This morning, I wanted to get the ladder and the slide completed. I was hoping to have it finished by lunch. But OH WAIT, I'm like, pregnant, all of the sudden. So, I did not have my little project finished in the normal two hours it would have taken me. It. took. all. day.
Little things like that are the only type of things about pregnancy that take some getting use to on my part. I like to work and stay busy. It's my joy. I certainly have the motivation to get these things done in pregnancy, but I'm lacking the energy. I am still quite able. Just slow going.
This got me thinking about the seasons in a woman's life again today. Men don't have seasons the way women do. We are biologically inclined to change with the seasons. Our bodies are doing something different each week throughout the month. I sort of like that actually. I always try to look at these things and I wonder at God's purpose. I wonder what sort of spiritual lesson is at play there.
This season is a bit more obvious to me. I think I just needed to be reminded of it. Pregnancy is always a very spiritual journey for me. Here I am, a vessel. I am harboring and growing God's child. I will continue to be responsible for growing this child and caring for this child outside the womb as well. Not only does the actual birth of this child take me to the brink of God's miraculous nature, but each trial, joy and tribulation that I experience with that child molds and grows us both. I think once I hit this point in my pregnancy, I hit a point that forces me to slow my pace and listen for God's voice and seek His guidance, and seek His strength, and seek His endurance to help me get through each moment of each day. This constant conversation facilitates a slow dance that carries me into a new stage of motherhood.
So although I am slow, I feel there is a purpose to my sluggishness (aside from the physical aspects of major baby making going on in my belly). Through my slow-going work and efforts, I will look to God. Let's see what He makes of me....
Then something major happened. I became pregnant. Like, I looked in the mirror and said "WHOA!" My belly went from barely pregnant, to "Whoa, she's pregnant!" over night. And I FEEL LIKE IT. I woke up Sunday morning and everything started taking me a long time. I don't have a long time. My kids have no patience for long waits. But every three steps I took, I had to pause and catch my breath. So, like, putting on shoes and getting ready for church was awesome. Then the fun filled day following church was awesome.
And I stepped on the scale and I finally gained weight. 2-3 lbs (hard to tell on my scale).
Today, I had a small project in my mind to complete. We got the kids a swing set for Christmas and we have been slowly but surely getting that thing put together in alllllllllll the spare time that we have. Dale was awesome and got most of it done one day last month. This morning, I wanted to get the ladder and the slide completed. I was hoping to have it finished by lunch. But OH WAIT, I'm like, pregnant, all of the sudden. So, I did not have my little project finished in the normal two hours it would have taken me. It. took. all. day.
Little things like that are the only type of things about pregnancy that take some getting use to on my part. I like to work and stay busy. It's my joy. I certainly have the motivation to get these things done in pregnancy, but I'm lacking the energy. I am still quite able. Just slow going.
This got me thinking about the seasons in a woman's life again today. Men don't have seasons the way women do. We are biologically inclined to change with the seasons. Our bodies are doing something different each week throughout the month. I sort of like that actually. I always try to look at these things and I wonder at God's purpose. I wonder what sort of spiritual lesson is at play there.
This season is a bit more obvious to me. I think I just needed to be reminded of it. Pregnancy is always a very spiritual journey for me. Here I am, a vessel. I am harboring and growing God's child. I will continue to be responsible for growing this child and caring for this child outside the womb as well. Not only does the actual birth of this child take me to the brink of God's miraculous nature, but each trial, joy and tribulation that I experience with that child molds and grows us both. I think once I hit this point in my pregnancy, I hit a point that forces me to slow my pace and listen for God's voice and seek His guidance, and seek His strength, and seek His endurance to help me get through each moment of each day. This constant conversation facilitates a slow dance that carries me into a new stage of motherhood.
So although I am slow, I feel there is a purpose to my sluggishness (aside from the physical aspects of major baby making going on in my belly). Through my slow-going work and efforts, I will look to God. Let's see what He makes of me....
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