Category Archives: Holidays/Holy Days/Seasons

Approaching 40

It’s there, peeking out from behind the corners of my consciousness, shimmering silver from beneath the brown, etching a bit deeper into the smile lines. On the one brain (the fear-based one), I dread it and think, “Oh, boy, here we go with this interminable passage of time thing. Twenty-two years since I graduated high school? Really?” And on the other brain (the joy-based one), I think, “Woooppeee! Hold on for the ride!”

The truth is that I feel pretty excited about turning 40. It’s strange for me to write that, much less feel it, because I’ve typically been someone that hasn’t relished the fact that time inexorably marches forward and there’s not a thing we can do about it. I’ve struggled with the fact that it slips through our fingers with each passing moment, that my kids just keep getting bigger and older and further away from… Click here to continue reading…

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Sarah - July 26, 2011 - 8:40 am

Sheryl, this is beautiful. I’ve met so many people who don’t even want to reveal their age, and they’re only 27! As painful as it’s been, I like getting older and look forward to sinking into who I am, both personally and professionally, rather than keeping up the illusions and pretending. I could really feel the warmth coming through with this post and your genuineness in your words. :)

Sheryl Paul - July 26, 2011 - 2:46 pm

Thank you, Sarah. I see it as a sad consequence of cultural fear of aging that people don’t like to share their age, even if their 20s! Hopefully, that’s starting to change.

Margaret Paul - August 2, 2011 - 9:35 pm

Wow Sweetie, this made me cry.

Sheryl Paul - August 2, 2011 - 9:53 pm

Mom, it must be strange when your daughter turns 40! I can’t even imagine…

MariaShriver.Com: The Simple Joys of Summer

What joy to be invited to write a blog post for MariaShriver.com on their current theme of “Summer Simplicity.”

Summer is the season of simple and timeless joys. She frolics like a happy child between innocent spring and melancholy autumn waiting for us to embrace her unbridled delight with life. It’s the season when we walk barefoot in the grass; we watch kids run through sprinklers and throw themselves with careless abandon onto Slip-and-Slides; and we wear straw hats, sun dresses, and sandals while eating a single scoop of vanilla ice cream in a wafer cone.

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Bittersweet Spring

Every spring I live on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain. The beauty slays me, literally takes my breath away, then leaves me with a hollow space in my soul as I touch its fleeting reality. These apple blossoms only bloom for a few weeks and then they fly away on a sudden wind. I shudder at the beauty of the plum trees, a vision of gorgeousness, but ache at the knowledge that they will soon be gone. Life is a change. It’s the core of my work and still I struggle to accept it.

There are certain stages of my children’s lives that illicit this same response. There are days when my kids are so precious and beautiful and sweet that I want to stop time and immortalize them into this moment. The beauty is so immense that it hurts, and my husband and I turn to each… Click here to continue reading…

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Asher Turns Two

My baby (yes, we still call him “baby” to the point where that’s how he refers to himself) turns two tomorrow. It’s hard to believe that a year ago I wrote a post called “Asher Turns One.” Time does, indeed, fly by, especially with kids around. My baby is no longer a baby; he’s a toddler well on his way to becoming a little boy as he yells, “Hi, Izzy” to his girlfriend (the four year old girl across the street) and runs off to play with the big kids. Time just keeps on moving forward…

Several years ago, I started a tradition for myself of taking the day before my birthday to reflect on the previous year and allow for any feelings of sadness to emerge. The tradition arose on the heels of several birthdays where I would find myself depressed on the actual day. It’s a… Click here to continue reading…

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Jamie - April 13, 2011 - 11:30 am

I am not yet a mother, but I very much appreciate the sincerity of your words, and very much needed them today! …thank you so much for sharing this with us. I’m crying tears of joy for you!

Margaret Paul - April 13, 2011 - 5:34 pm

Oh my, I’m in a puddle of tears of joy and awe remembering that incredible day of supporting you and seeing my beautiful grandson being born at the hands of his wonderful father. What a blessed, sacred experience that was. I can’t wait to see the four of you on Friday and the family on Saturday to celebrate Asher!

Sheryl Paul - April 14, 2011 - 5:02 pm

Thank you both for your sweet words! Can’t wait to see you, too, Mom : )

Sylvia Poareo - April 26, 2011 - 6:05 pm

Simply beautiful Sheryl! I so appreciate your authenticity in covering the broad spectrum of what is stirred in us as we birth. As always your journey walking is an inspiration. And that boy, my oh my….yummy cuteness

Sheryl Paul - April 26, 2011 - 6:23 pm

Thank you, Sylvia. How lovely to “see” you over here : )

In Love With Spring

I’m in love with Spring. The brave and tender beauty of nature awakening enters my senses with such intensity it leaves me breathless. But breathe I must. I breathe through my pores, through the soles of my feet, through my solar plexus, until the beauty rushes in like a drug and renders me as alive as a lover who longs to rush into the arms of her beloved. But there is no beloved to receive my physical embrace, and so I’m left with the empty space of the unrequited.

How can I express my gratitude? How can I share my joy? How I can I communicate to spring that I see her, I receive her, I love her. It’s not enough to whisper thank you; I must send it back to her on her warm wings in the best way I know how: through words. To this end, I’m reminded… Click here to continue reading…

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Spring Equinox

At each equinox and solstice, my family creates a ritual that facilitates sending prayers of release and rebirth on the wings of the change of seasons. Seasons, like dusk, dawn, and all major life transitions, are portals where the ordinary barriers that separate us from our deepest intuition and highest nature are softened. They’re times when we’re offered windows of clarity into areas inside of ourselves that need attention. When we shine the light of consciousness on these areas, we can concretize them in the form of ritual and thus inspire profound and sometimes magical layers of change to occur.

A ritual is anything that inspires this process of acknowledging the areas of tightness and asking for help with enlivening the areas we would like to accentuate. Rituals often draw upon the four elements – earth, air, fire, and water – and they often include prayers of some kind. But,… Click here to continue reading…

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Spring: The Season of Rebirth

The first intimations of spring are in the air, and today my fourth article for The Rhythm of the Home Magazine appears as part of their spring edition.

When we align ourselves with the primary action of each season, we can harness the energy that permeates the natural world and, thus, facilitate our own transitions. During autumn, as we witness the falling of leaves, we open to the energy of shedding and ask ourselves, “What is it time to let go of?” In winter, as we watch the stillness settle over the land and notice the hibernation of our own soul, we ask, “What arises in my quiet and solitude?” In spring, the literal and metaphoric seeds that lay dormant for several months tentatively poke their heads through the warming earth then burst into full bloom. And in summer, we celebrate the fruits of our labor and enjoy the daysClick here to continue reading…

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Love Is Everywhere

Sometimes it’s in plain view

And sometimes it’s hidden

Sometimes it’s inarguable

And sometimes it’s mysterious

But if you open your eyes, you will see love everywhere. It’s in the air we breathe. It’s in the miracles of our bodies. It’s in the perfection of a snowflake and the simple beauty of a blade of grass. As I wrote in last week’s post, “Love arrives in many forms and its healing and powerful energy can be accessed through a variety of portals: gratitude, appreciation, positive thinking, laughter, meditation, prayer, ecstatic dance, poetry, nature. It manifests in the body as a feeling of joy, hope, radiance, happiness, well-being, and aliveness. When you’re “in-love” (not with another person but in the state of love), your heart opens and the world looks beautiful and full of hope and light.”

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