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this is my word of the year. it took me a while to find it (as you can tell, it is almost february). at first i thought it might be grow, or embrace, or possibility... but those words, while inspiring notions, didn't really reflect the quality of my life that i want to really focus on this year. yes, i do want to grow and embrace and dream into the possibilities of all there is, but i really want to do this mindfully and with care. so nurture is really where i find my heart to be.

1. to feed and protect: to nurture one's offspring.
2. to support and encourage, as during the period of training or development; foster: to nurture promising musicians.
3. to bring up; train; educate.

here is what i am nurturing in my life these days...

my children :: with one who is 6 and one who is 6 months there is much to do. for my oldest we are navigating the educational world, putting plans into place, building skills and tools, shining a light on strengths not weaknesses, and teaching him about friendships, resilliance, and seeing the bigger picture. for the littlest one it is all about growth and milestones, showing him the world and the big love that surrounds him. there is bouncing and finger foods, music and floor time. and smiles. always smiles. i have to remember to stay in this moment with them, not wish any of it away, because in a flash it will be gone.

my marriage :: with eleven years and counting our relationship is always evolving. last year was a huge year of change for us (and a little expected turbulance). there was tremendous growth that we both really had to dig deep for. we're learning more about who we are as individuals and how inportant this is to making us a stronger couple. and we've learned through experience that the foundation of our family sits firmly on this relationship. so yes, we must take good care of one another, and we are.

my family and friends :: for all the love and support they offer, for the abundance of happiness they bring into my life, for the ways they see me and touch my heart, i always hope to return that in my own special way.

my creative life and work :: as things are really blossoming in this area of my life, i have to be a little careful... to not say yes to too many things, to find balance in all of the bustle, to stay focused on what brings joy, to move forward with integrity and gratitude, grace and smarts.

my body and soul :: i'm practicing yoga again, which i truly love. i need to lower my cholesterol. maybe eat more soy. and less sugar and salt for sure. i've been ignoring, ignoring, ignoring. it's time to reconnect and integrate and listen to my rhythms again. they are changing. i can tell. and i need to pay attention. and take better care.

my finances :: with the seeds of my own income firmly planted and starting to take root, and hopes and financial dreams for my children and family, i know this is an area i need extra support. this is where my mostly creative brain wants to tune out. thank goodness for paypal and modernized banking. i am trying to stay organized and on top of things, and i will be enlisting the help of an accountant and a financial planner to help me (and my husband) stay on track. i know that this will be a big key in the long term success of nurturing our nest egg.

2010 is all about nurturing for me.


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