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Women, We grieve & release

In slow wave cycles, re-turning

Until all is retuned to Mother

Until we are One with mother

MOTHER IN US • mothering us

Because new life, is born out of great pain, great labor, much grief.

But we, channels of creation,

Transform all that is grief

We breath in and set free

Free every part of us

That seeks in life

A new path

Separate from us

Women

We grieve

And release

Ourselves

And new generations

To life's gift.

New gifts to be use

In full freedom

May you be,

My children

Free, confident

That Mother Feeds us

Everlasting unconditional

In Love And Breath of life

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Something that kept coming up recently was this question:

🖍 What accommodations have you made for yourself since finding out you're Autistic with ADHD?

I had to sit with this one for a while. For me, late diagnosis didn’t change everything overnight. I didn’t find a magic formula and suddenly thrive. But if I had to sum it up, my answer would be:

I live slower. Way slower.

Which sounds vague, but what it really means is that I started listening to my senses in a way I hadn’t before.

Losing my sense of smell meant I could no longer escape from other sensory overwhelm, so I had to make real changes—like choosing comfortable clothing instead of "acceptable" outfits or finally allowing myself to dim the lights when I needed to.

I had to acknowledge how certain food textures drain me, even though I don’t have allergies. My struggles with food are purely sensory, and accepting that was a game changer.

I also shifted my routines. Instead of forcing structure on myself out of strictness, I turned it into play. I let myself skip days or change things up without guilt—because rigidity was never going to work long-term.

But the hardest part? Letting go of “typical life” rules.

The ones that say: I have to XYZ. I should ABC. I have no choice…

That last one—"I have no choice"—is the biggest trap. Be brutally honest about everything you add to your life. Every activity, every person, every pet. Sensory “minuses” add up fast, and when you already have responsibilities you can’t shift, those energy drains will push you into overwhelm.

And here’s something else: Sounds can be a lifeline.

Music, mouth noises, playing with auditory stimulation—it can be a source of joy. But I also get that for some, sound is pure distress. That’s when noise-canceling headsets become a must.

When I need to process and spiral, I chat with an AI named Yana (it’s an app). Writing to someone who responds instantly, without judgment, helps me step out of loops. People are often too busy, too drained, or just not available to help us process—but having tools that support you without relying on others? That’s huge.

Overthinking is one of the biggest energy leaks we face.

So, if slowing down isn’t an option, lean into your senses.

Find rituals, music, textures, and small moments of play that bring you euphoria—because joy is what keeps us moving forward.

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Just yesterday I was telling a friend that it feels like there is so much pressure on moms to perform a certain way when it comes to breastfeeding...

Everyone expects you to be able to pump what your baby needs right off the bat, to deal with the demands and overload of information...

And stay positive, calm and alert... making sure to never drop the ball, recover, do self-care, eat and drink enough just in time for dinner and night time routines...

For every newborn there are hundreds of new devices and suggestions released, and it all comes down to money..

It was the same with slings and cloth diapers when I had my first 3 kids...

Better carrier,.cooler diaper system, more eco-friendly... unicorn udder cream to prevent rash and to raise future IQ.

The race to raise better, faster, smarter, cleaner and more posh babies... and don't forget to be the ultimate example of gentle, in tune aligned mafesting love & light parent sucking off the fresh clean teat of Mother Earth herself... and taking in the cleanest and purest mana for your soul....

And only then can you hope to break generational curses and heal the earth with your offspring.

There is so much pressure, I even saw a flash card set to develop photographic memory in babies 0 months to 3 years old....

Aaaaaarrrggghhhh 🥴⚠️😵😵😱😖☠💀

I don't even understand how this market is booming so much with the massive decline in birth rates.

Anyway... the worse part are the fakers on TikTok, making regular moms feel like failures for not pumping massive amounts of milk from day one and owning the 12 types of pumps and having IBCLC's on speed dial and on some premium 12 month subscription to optimize the breastfeeding experience...

But first get all these foods, pills, teas and supplements on this 55 point list!!! (I WISH I was kidding on the 55 points... I wish)

At the end you feel like you might need to be throwing money at the thing every day to hope and pump enough while your lazy nurser, disorganized latcher number 6 grows a bit more, matures a bit more... and you thank the universe for moms with oversupply who donate locally so you can at least give your baby your preferred type of food full time.

It's still wild the immense maddening pressure on mothers out here!! 16 years on the job and conditions seem to have gotten even more intense. Yikes!

If you are a new parent, BE gentle with yourself, do the things at a pace that fits with YOU and your baby.

Blinders on, earplugs in and hold your babies and toddlers close.

Keep the loud, performance diseased world OUT!

#BreastfeedingJourney #MomLife #NewParent #BreastfeedingPressure #GentleParenting #MotherhoodUnplugged #FedIsBest #ParentingStruggles #MomSupport #BreastfeedingExpectations #NewbornLife #PostpartumJourney #MomPressure #BreastfeedingRealTalk #ModernMotherhood #ParentingRealities #MotherhoodUnfiltered #NormalizeMotherhood #MomStruggles #BreastfeedingSupport #BabyFeeding #ParentingExpectations #justenougher #undersupply #Oversupply #PumpingLife #NewMomAdvice #ParentingTruths #SelfCareForMoms #BabyBonding #MomEncouragement #BreastfeedingJourney

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happy pride! this dragon is gay <3

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Maybe it's time to start at the very beginning. The only times I remember feeling free and alive, we were on the highway, in the car, wind in my hair... like the sounds of colitas rising up through the air.

In fact, it is one of my many highway motel memory with my grandma on a road trip. My dad was driving, the road was long and rows of enormous trees as far as I could see in the light beam cast by the car. It's a puddle of mixed up events and feelings, jumbled up.

But I know we came to a stop and went into a burgundy clad room, I know someone was feeling really freaking sick and they had shat themselves. I wanna say it was my grandma, and it probably was... but I also don't really remember. She probably wasn't much older than 50.

Some things about that memory I intensely hate: the smell that lingers after my dad has been in the bathroom, the burgundy coarse carpet floors, the way the car slid and swerved.

It's how I catalog memories, color, texture, smells, lighting, temperature and feeling...

We were lost, stressed out, and finally relieved to at least get out of the car with people who got sick from eating roadside cuisine.

And now I see my hatred for unknown food joints. If I have never been there before, I am not sold on testing the waters.

And beyond that, the elephant in the room. The feeling that we had almost died, the anger my grandma felt and the fight that ensued.

If there was one woman who could take my father on and tell him what was what, it was her.

And I, proceeded to wish we were still on the road, wind blowing, music blasting and just the trees whooshing past my field of view while I counted and skipped them with my jaw.

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So, you want to know what happens next?

After you tear a new one into your life, your stability, whatever that means...

After you've negotiated your way OUT...

Maybe this serves as a cautionary tale, though what I really hope to do here is gain clarity for me.

Every single change I have made since 2014 has been about clarity, who is this person in the mirror?

I dedicated to the people I surround myself with, however little and spotty their dedication towards me was...

I thought when I understood how I "do that" I would gain inner peace, tranquility and I would stop moving and finally take roots.

But I find myself in the opposite movement in general... a deep instinctive "pack your bags and take to the path into the wide open world".

I guess it's no surprise 🤷 🙃

I have never been one to sit still, even when I was in fact laying down, my mind was flying on some new adventure with a book resting in my arms.

And here I am, no longer seeking to fly in minds eye, but literally with my arms spread wide.

And that's what this blog is about. Opening up my inner world and playing my exit music.

I AM here!