Fanning the fire midweek, we are tossing you a spontaneous quote, question, or conundrum related to Monday’s post. We invite to you riff on this prompt. Or, take a walk on the wild side, and share a story of wisdom, hilarity, or heartbreak to spark further conversation about the path of motherhood. This is a space to talk amongst ourselves—so gather round the hearth, warm your hands, and bare your soul.

I decided today to give up the fight. “What is, is God,” says Ramana Maharshi.

buddha statue


Then I found myself on Pearl St. amazingly, deliciously alone.  I felt pulled to go to the Boulder Book Store. It was kind of heaven to be in a bookstore with no rush and no kids. It comforted my soul as surely as my breast used to comfort Oriah’s.

In Roger Housden’s book Ten Poems to Say Goodbye I came across these illuminating, sobering lines from the poem “The Lost Hotels of Paris” by Jack Gilbert:

“The Lord gives everything and charges
by taking it back. What a bargain.
Like being young for a while.”


Our lives are such a gift—the ultimate bargain. My job: to respect what I’ve been given.

What are some areas of your life you would like to embrace with more tolerance?