Hi, I’m Tricia. If you’re new here or want to get to know me better, this is a thread of the things that are important to me (and that I talk about often). Come say hi if I don’t know you yet! ⬇️
@QiaochuYuan
I have this half-baked theory that we’d all live differently if we could see a bortle one sky regularly. I’ve seen that a handful of times and they’re some of my most vivid and wonder-filled memories. Laced with magic, except it’s the realest thing.
I cannot emphasize enough how important it is to stop thinking so much and to start doing things. You’re meant to be living within your own life, not existing in the corners of it.
here’s the thing, love. you have to get really good at letting your heart break. because it’s going to break again and again and again. there’s going to be an unknown expectation that shatters it, some goodness that seeps into your life that explodes your heart into pieces,
You know that moment when you’re still lonely but you’re doing all the right things? Meeting people, going places and investing in relationships? You can see the friendships starting to form, but it’s so slow bc that kind of thing takes time?
Hold on. You’re going to get there.
I have found the meaning of (my) life and it is to have my heart cracked open again and again, each crack going deeper and wider and somehow making it more beautiful and able to hold more than I ever thought possible.
@CeliaBedelia
I think people forget that they were once children who did things or wanted to do things. I had a child cry an entire flight once and everyone around us chose kindness and tried to help, and it couldn’t have been easy (I was struggling too). I was so grateful that day.
oh, my advice as a reiki practitioner and mentor?
go stick your feet on the earth + feel how far down you can feel
do it again and again and again
we don’t talk about higher planes here until you can feel the earth pulsing beneath your feet + the utter aliveness of your body
i have two brothers
i have two sons
i just want to say
i think men are so special and beautiful and good and needed.
i’m glad y’all exist and do the work you do to heal, express, and love fully.
my son just walked up to me and jiggled my butt. he said “wow mom, your butt is so chubby! i love it! I wish my butt was chubby like that so it could wiggle like yours!” And this is why I have my work, because past me wouldn’t have been able to receive the love in his words.
today is my birthday! 37. finally in my late 30s. home in myself and here for the unfolding of what comes. would you leave me a comment (or dm) with something you’ve appreciated about me or my words this year? i am so grateful you’re here in this space with me.
@puheenix
i think shame needs a witness to move, specifically another person hearing your shame with compassion. there’s something about the energy of shame that needs to be seen out in the open to metabolize
darlings, you can do all the ceremonies and retreats and trips you want to do but it’s not healing if your patterns don’t unravel and re-wire, and your life doesn’t change. it wasn’t a breakthrough if you didn’t follow through and move differently in the world.
One day a friend of mine was feeling some guilt and shame about his inability to feel. I looked him in the eye and said, “your problem isn’t that you don’t feel. You feel a lot. Your problem is that you don’t feel the things others are expecting you to feel.”
@SaraBollman
I think platonic flirting is a positive energetic exchange that can leave both parties feeling nourished and encouraged, and with more energy to invest in perpetuating well being.
@Ruesavatar
Mmm true unschooling doesn’t mean not learning? The unschoolers I know all went to prestigious schools and ended up with fantastic career. There are definitely unschoolers and homeschoolers who don’t teach—and both that do. (Said by a homeschooler who unschools.)
@clhubes
Oh I have a good one. “Mom, remember that place I was? Where it was really dark and warm? There was a cord in there and I bit it because I wanted to get out.” (Guess who was born at 32 week because he had a whole lotta extra living to do??)
My husband mentioned a dream of mine that I’ve had for years last night as something he sees possible for our family in the coming years. I’d completely forgotten the dream and given up on it even, but he hadn’t. This is love—holding on to one another’s dreams.
@MichelleAkin
So…this happened with one of my friends kids and my kid went through a phase of it. I followed her advice of playing a game with them every single day and beating them until they got used to losing and could do so gracefully.
My husband flew to another country to see me after *talking long distance* for two months and we were married less than a year after that. I knew there was investment and intention from the beginning. That’ll be 13 years ago this fall.
One of the common denominators in the great marriages I’ve seen is that they took the relationship seriously right when they first started “dating”. They either came in with that energy or things escalated very rapidly.
It didn’t even look like dating. Dating is low velocity.
when i am not ok, it’s rare for me to tell this to someone else. i know why, it’s because i don’t trust someone else to be ok with my not ok. sometimes others are very uncomfortable with someone else’s Not Ok.
i am ok with my not ok.
last night i went to dinner with some moms from our homeschool group who have "spirited" children. it felt like breathing, because for the first time, i was at a table with moms with a kid similar to mine, who, when they talked, i felt like i was listening to my life and i could
I can’t wait for like ten years from now when the lot of you is married and having babies and the things you’re building have come to fruition. I’m going to be celebrating so hard.
how incredible is it that we get to live and breathe and feel the whole wide, deep, cracked-open, blood-pumping, scream-inducing things that this experience of life has to offer us?
how are there 600 of you that follow me here? thank you all for the ways you support my work and my words and me with your kindness. your presence is a gift. hmm how about you comment and i will tell you how your energy feels to me/what i see for you/write you a little blessing?
when two things are true:
my youngest has just turned two. no longer a baby. my heart rejoices his growth and grieves the passing of time, the way he used to say “phonant” and now says “elephant”. i realize that part of my grief is that this is my last baby, and also
I realized this week, when I was watching my husband with my boys, how much time he spends with them. every moment that man is not working or sleeping or doing something else for our family, he’s actively participating with them, or sharing some part of his life with them. 🥹
My son asked if he could read my tweets tonight, and as he read, every so often he’d pause and say “oh that’s a good one, mama. I like that.” And I just…🥹😭
I am entering my organized era. I don’t know how to be organized, systems confuse me, being cluttered is my nature but it’s stressful + poor energy management. I’m going to stretch into my discomfort zone and learn how to be organized and to implement systems to stay organized.
I’d have been lost in the shame of it, embarrassed, and I would have shrunk and hidden. Today, all I felt was his delight in a mama whose body he thought was beautiful and good. And that’s what I saw too.
gm beautiful people. i wish you could feel this morning air and see the clouds in the sky because it is pure magic, even though i’m just picking up groceries
i am cleaning out a drawer today and i found my high school graduation photos. this is me, casually reading Anne of green gables, in case you were wondering what I was like at the age of 18.
me, making a weird face at you during the infinite loop of the bedtime routine to remind you to honor the sacred, to follow the wonder, to hold the entirety of your experience and…don’t take yourself too seriously. 😉
I just wrote an thread on non-attachment, only to have my phone glitch and lose the entire thread. What a delightfully unexpected way to practice the very thing I was saying
I dunno I just kinda think that if you end your suffering on this earth entirely you might also be severing your connection to love because it seems to me that being alive well and fully is a whole spectrum wherein one cannot exist without the other
changing your life in the direction of aliveness doesn’t have to mean a series of life altering steps like moving across the country or changing jobs or leaving a partner. it can, of course, and it can also look like many small consistent steps toward aliveness. like allowing
I just saw a tongue-in-cheek quote along the lines of “people say ‘I love you energy’…and then drain it”
And you know that’s on you, right? Your energy doesn’t get drained by another without your consent or without an upholding of an internal boundary.
Sure there will be
as i am awoken at this early hour by two little bodies who only notice the rhythm of their own and not some date on the calendar, i am grateful for their little arms + chubby cheeks, I am grateful for the heat of my coffee, for the warmth of love, for the sun that will rise again
love isn’t always the loudest the voice in the room. sometimes it’s quiet, sometimes it’s silent. and yet love has already won. it’s already won. anger ripples violently and hatred screams and these seem louder in the moment and in the aftermath, i know. but love remains. it goes
sometimes it’s noon on a Monday and you’ve already cried twice and your kids cut one another’s hair and the toddler knocked over the trash can right before dumping a whole can of sparkling water on the kitchen floor and the world is impossibly green and the sky brilliantly blue
Gm dear ones, my finger slipped and I took the photo while making a weird face, so I took this opportunity to remind myself that things don’t have to look better than they are—they can just be what they are and I can be with them as they are.
life is *the* spiritual practice.
life contains other spiritual practices, but it is The spiritual practice.
devotion, reverence, and sacredness are found within our days, not outside of them. not only in some other place or space, but right here.
right here.
rain hikes (which i love and my boys are getting used to…something something about short-term discomforts to grow capacity for adventures in all kinds of weather, internal and external)
someday soon there won’t be a tiny body climbing over me while I drink my coffee and read. someday soon, I’ll read more than two sentences at a time.
but right now, there’s coffee on my sweatshirt, the pages of my book are wrinkled, toddler cheeks to squish, and so much love.
you know what, maybe 37 is the year i rekindle my inner fire because i am over here looking at leather pants and silk slip dresses, and if i know one thing about myself it’s that my wardrobe shifts with my internal state
I might write a longer thread on this someday but today I am noticing again that anxiety has become simply another emotion/feeling for me to hold in my awareness along with all the rest of the things I feel. And as someone whose life used to be ruled by anxiety, that’s a damn
I don’t care if you’ve done 20 aya ceremonies or 15 🍄 trips or you’ve meditated every day for years—if you’re not taking what you found there and moving differently in the world as a result and creating a more beautiful life, it’s not healing. Even if it felt healing.