Unschooling | Homeschooling

Over the past few months I have been devoting so much time to research. Looking for a method of schooling for my children that fit our family. I started my journey with Wild + Free, a home school community that focuses on preserving the Adventure, freedom and wonder of childhood.

My last post explained my why but this post is to share what curriculum we decided on using this year. Rosalie will be starting with Kindergarten while Elias will be doing Pre-K (which just really means a lot of play.)

For my core curriculum I am using A Year of Tales, created by Lisa Wilkinson. A Year of Tales is a gentle curriculum for young learners like my Rosalie and Elias. It is perfect for Kindergarten through 3rd grade. It focuses on literature and nature as a base, blending together the rich and imaginative tales from Beatrix Potter, and encourages character and inner exploration.

Each week we will expand in our personal character traits and scripture knowledge. We will read well written literature and poetry every day. We will focus on art and nature. I am pairing A Year of Tales with Exploring Nature With Children. ENWC also focuses on poetry, art, and of course…a whole year of nature study.

I am so excited for both of these to be honest. In a way it is a redemption of my own education, a chance to learn and relearn right alongside my littles.

For math I went with The Good and The Beautiful Math K kit.

For reading and phonics we are using Dash Into Learning.

We will be using Meaningful Menus every morning with breakfast as a way to prime our hearts for the day.

Both Jake and I are really drawn to the Charlotte Mason method of teaching but we are going to mix a few things to see what best fits us and the learning styles of our children. That is the beauty of schooling at home…or unschooling is so many ways.

Here are a few pictures of our space:

Here is the schedule we will be using until baby #3 comes:


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Wild and Free

I have always been a bit nontraditional in a sense. Tending to follow the rhythm and path from an internal perspective rather than anything from the outside. Most of my deep desires have led me to paths whose harvest beckons rest and gives the fruit of freedom.

The past year has been an ever-evolving relationship with the idea of rest. Going against the status quo and not just to be different but yet to find what serves me, to find what it is that gives life.

Since the sudden death of my brother a few years ago, I live each day with this constant underlying awareness that we take time for granted. It is easy to live as though each day is promised, it is easy to bank on tomorrow holding the same gifts as today. If my brother's life left me with anything, it is the gift and understanding of impermanence. A notion that I mention here and there.

It is what drives so many of my off the whim decisions. It is what causes me to follow my creativity, follow each one of my crazy ideas, and in part it has led me to school my children at home.

What I want is for time to slow down. I want to be present with my children. I want every moment I can get with them because I know… I know one day I will look back and wish I had. I want to teach them about the beauty of their Creator. I want to teach them how to listen to the poetry of nature, the lessons it holds, the freedom it gives, the healing that comes. I want to be the one that tells them who they are, who they were created to be, and that they could never be replaced. I want to lovingly, day in and day out, lead them to kindness, lead them to softness, lead them to a life of beauty. One of purpose. Just like our Creator has for me time and time again.

I want my voice to be an echo in their mind as they grow, one that remains louder than the world around them.

I want to keep their innocence from being injured for as long as I can, not by seclusion but full exposure. Exposure to the natural world around us. One in which they were meant to be free in, wild and free.

Thoughts on Identity
Lillie Duncan Telluride

When we emerge earthside, into this world, each one of us begins an ongoing conversation. The conversation of all things. We are set apart. We are different from all other living creation. From the earliest age we see it, we feel it...as though it was simply written onto our hearts, into our being...that there is something in us that is so much more than the created world around us.

When we quiet the mind. When we accept the invitation of silence, we begin to see the conversation within ourselves, always there, always searching.

Our words, our seeking, our actions, our pursuit...what we love, what we chase, what we cherish, all parts of the ongoing conversation. Each mountain top, every desolate valley, the steep cliff along foreign coastlines, the fragrant smell of spring after the longest winter, the sound of a hummingbird hovering, the sight of trees as old as your ancestors, the taste of summer rain...every natural beauty reflecting and beckoning the conversation to continue within you.

Can you hear it? The ongoing conversation between you and this world? The primal sense and need of understanding...to know who you are, who you were created by, and above all, to know your rightful place in the creation of all things.

I have learned, the more I am willing to step into the unknown of life, the mystery of this age, this conversation goes deep. Yet, not without an answer.

Our identity is found in the search, and with it our purpose, our place in this world.

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Lillie Duncan | Poetry - One Hundred

One Hundred

In the furthest distance

Wildflower painted fields pave the way for my weary sight

Through the evergreen frame

I behold her now

The picture of femininity standing gently in the day's shadow

With a waxing moon hanging above her, becoming her crown

Golden light reflecting off of them both

There she stands clothed in a light sage dress that crosses her body from one side to the other

Loosely tying around a waste that once bore each of these lives that she awaits return.

She can not see me any longer

Although I know she feels me

Or at least the presence of who I was

At this moment all she sees is the land of the living

That she so desperately clung to lifetimes ago.

The scars laid so blatantly across her arms

Still visible, even from here

Of life given up and life fought for and life won

From 100 lies believed, words void of meaning

Quietly, it was her that chose to live when I chose otherwise

Quietly, it was her that clung to hope when I could not.

From the desert back to the garden

The wind rumbles through the thicket of green around her

Her dress now clinging to the shape of her body

Her raven hair now lifting across her chest

Grazing the back of her hand that laid effortlessly close to her heart

Close into her center that took years to find

Years to know.

Her eyes close at this moment

I watch her there but notice her mind somewhere else

Perhaps a remembrance of me

Perhaps a gentle forgiveness for the road that led her here

And in the distance life burst forth

Coming up behind me

Her children stop at the edge of the hill

Glancing up, seeing the miracle that I too see.

My future hope. My future moment. My future legacy waiting for me.

I watch my children run to her

Through the tall grass

Through the sunkissed earth

Into the shadows of trees

Landing in the embrace of love no one could quite as freely give as she could

With tears in her eyes, she takes her hands and wraps them around each of their faces

A touch of nurture, only true to her soul

A touch of love that could only come from light that escaped such darkness.

Clothed in simplicity

Adorned in love

Settled now in who she is

I see now how little she really needed in this life

The passing world and it’s temporary promises

For what comes with us when we leave this world?

Only that which she holds on to now.

Words for the Soul: Nikita Gill
Lillie Duncan

“Pick the song you identify most with right now. Turn it on. Make it loud.” She says to me as I reach for my phone. The lyrics already on repeat in my head…

I walk over and stand in my stillness. Letting her hear my heart from the mouth of another.

When I was older
I was a sailor on an open sea
But now I'm underwater
And my skin is paler than it should ever be

I'm watching movies back to back in black and white,
I never seen anybody do it like I do it any better
I'm goin' over you, I'm overdue for new endeavors
Nobody lonely like I'm lonely and I don't know whether

You'd really like it in the limelight
You'd sympathize with all the bad guys
I'm still a victim in my own right
But I'm the villain in my own eyes.


Embracing the side that not many get to see, honoring the depths I typically keep at bay. She looks over at me with the lens in one hand and glass in the other and pauses. I asked her what she was doing.
She said, “Making you a ghost, Lillie.”

I whispered back gently with a world of emotion within, “I already am.”

The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become,
storm child made of wild and flame.
— Nikita Gill
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Thoughts: Intuition and the Ocean
Lillie Duncan

I have had a lot of thought lately on intuition. From a young age, not only was I aware of my deeply connected and tuned in nature, I had to rely on it. In ways that most just don’t have to in their childhood or lifetime.

While in Ireland last year, a few friends and I were drinking our Irisih black tea, mud still smeared across our boots from a trek in the rain across the Burren, peet burning in the fire, and intimate words floating from one heart to another. One friend broke the feel of the moment and giggled, “I need a shirt that says that says Expensive Personality.” At first, I am sure most would think high maintenance, materialistic...but in fact what she meant was life experience.

That is how I have come to view my relationship with my gifts, intuition, feelings, and grave ability to love deeply. They all cost me a great deal, not one of them came free, or without pain. Each a gift, each a passage right into a knowledge of this life I would not have known otherwise. Each trial I have known since I was 5 years old, each loss, each abandonment, each act of silencing, each moment of feeling unknown and unseen, each life I watched die...they all helped shape and cultivate the God given innate gifts I was given. Each event helped me know what was me and what wasn’t me. Each moment helped me know how to read people, feel them, know the truth, and spot out untruth. It also taught me to hold the balance of all things quietly.

The greatest tragedies have been the moments of doubt, and not when the world doubts me but when I have doubted myself. When I have not listened to that still small voice that I have come to know so well. That knows love, and knows it well. That feels as deep as the river flows. Each trial, each moment of woundedness commits every single one of us to a question? Mary Oliver says it best, “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” In the silence, in the moments in between, we are all faced with that same question.

David Whyte once said that not all philosophers are poets but eventually all poets become philosophers simply by what they end up uncovering about life. That is where I stand right at the edge of my first poetry book being published. I see life. I feel life. I know life, and everything in between. I have uncovered so much and will continue to as the years are gifted to me.

I think often about the imagery of the hands of Christ when he came back in Revelations, his wounds now scars, healed but visible. It is the woundedness of our Savior that shows us our wounds are not without great cost, but also not without great purpose.

What is it that I plan to do with this one wild and precious life of mine? I plan to take the risk every time to show up fully as myself: vulnerable, authentic, wounded but not weak, soft, nurturing, intuitive and an open vessel to be used for purposes greater than myself.

I’d jump into that ocean every time and a thousand times more.

A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.

This may sound easy. It isn’t.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
Lillie Duncan | Poetry
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The sun is warmer today
Earth submitting to the pull of time
Flowers blooming out of dormancy
All signs point to the miracle of life
Even out of sheer darkness

I am wrapped in an unbridled quiet
So piercing that I merely throw myself down at the desperation of worlds within me
The silence carves its twisting course through the landscape of my life
Pressing thinly into the years I have carried with me

Seeing you now from a light far outside my mind
The greatest struggle, not knowing
Not having any real idea of when or how

A part of me, traveling far outside just to see
The marks imprinted on my heart
Scent of a life known and unknown lingering
Coming and going with the wind
Much like the words, any words, these words
The bookends of my life

The sun upon my skin
Wind wrapping a simple truth around me
Comforting me with the promise of new life
Even at the end of myself

Below the complexity
I simply love what I love

Words for the Soul: Henri Nouwen
Lillie Duncan

Do not hesitate to love and to love deeply.
You might be afraid of the pain that deep love can cause. When those you love deeply reject you, leave you, or die, your heart will be broken. But that should not hold you back from loving deeply. The pain that comes from deep love makes your love ever more fruitful. It is like a plow that breaks the ground to allow the seed to take root and grow into a strong plant. Every time you experience the pain of rejection, absence, or death, you are faced with a choice. You can become bitter and decide not to love again, or you can stand straight in your pain and let the soil on which you stand become richer and more able to give life to new seeds.
The more you have loved and have allowed yourself to suffer because of your love, the more you will be able to let your heart grow wider and deeper. When your love is truly giving and receiving, those whom you love will not leave your heart even when they depart from you. They will become part of your self and thus gradually build a community within you.

Those you have deeply loved become part of you. The longer you live, there will always be more people to be loved by you and to become part of your inner community. The wider your inner community becomes, the more easily you will recognize your own brothers and sisters in the strangers around you. Those who are alive within you will recognize those who are alive around you. The wider the community of your heart, the wider the community around you. Thus the pain of rejection, absence, and death can become fruitful. Yes, as you love deeply the ground of your heart will be broken more and more, but you will rejoice in the abundance of the fruit it will bear.
-Henri Nouwen

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Lillie Duncan - Big Magic

This book was such a beautiful reprieve following February’s Book Club selection. I feel sad to admit I have never read anything by Elizabeth before and never saw the movie they produced after her Eat, Pray, Love book. However, now I would like to go back and read everything.

In this particular book, her style of writing and communicating was as if the reader and her were chatting over coffee. Honest, rich in content, palatable, and really vulnerable. I also loved that she talked about a few of my favorite living poets as well!

Addressing her perception of creativity...I think she nailed it. This relationship that we as created human beings have with this notion of creativity, it is full of unknowns. Such is life. What we create is the magic in this world, how it comes to us is magic, how it touches others is magic...and yet it's not even for others.

Depending where you are in life, this book may resonate differently. For me, this whole book was like a simple letter of permission to go create whatever I wanted to in this world free of fear. Which was perfect timing. In the world of photography and painting, there is a lot of praise and reciprocity. In the realm of writing there are a lot of rejection letters. A lot. Here is what I have come to learn about rejection letters...the majority of the time it has nothing to do with my work and everything to do with the other person's perception or need. Isn’t it so easy to take it personal though and close down the doors of our creative heart simply off of the perception and opinion of another? All of the examples Elizabeth gave were encouraging to read.

My other thoughts on this book were around the act of being creative. Our God is a creative God. He created heaven and earth, you and I. He creates daily with paintings across the sky. His creativity has never stopped. It is an energy that we can tap into and join. When I am most creative it is a sense of delight, a sense of play. Creating something out of nothing. What a beautiful reflection that is of our Creator. Even if no one sees our creativity, even if it never leaves the walls of your home...you and I still get to take part in the magic God used to create all things.

I think that's beautiful. Creating is bigger than us. It is a gift that we all carry.

What holds you back?
What have you wanted to create?
Do you believe that creation can come from ordinary everyday living?
Do you feel captive by the thoughts and rejections of others?

Words for the Soul: David Whyte Poem
Lillie Duncan- David Whyte Ireland Tour Ireland


The road seen, then not seen, the hillside
hiding then revealing the way you should take,
the road dropping away from you as if leaving you
to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,
when you thought you would fall - and the way forward
always in the end, the way that you came, the way
that you followed, that carried you into your future,
that brought you to this place, no matter that
it sometimes had to take your promise from you,
no matter that it always had to break your heart
along the way: the sense of having walked
from far inside yourself out into the revelation,
to have risked yourself for something that seemed
to stand both inside you and far beyond you…

Excerpt from “Santiago”
From PILGRIM: Poems by David Whyte
©2012 David Whyte

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Poetry: Lost Coast
Lillie Duncan

Out across a pristine sand line
Earth paints its master piece of harmony
Land submerging beneath ocean
Sky bowing its will to the sea
Reflections of worlds barely seen
All the while weather comes and goes
I incline my eyes to see the crescent moon
Hanging gently on the last ray of light
Reminding me of my rightful place

Along the shore are rocks that come forth
Life stirring quietly around each pocket of sand
And beneath the rocks are hidden things
And beneath the hidden things are more hidden things
Simply the beginning and ending of life one existing only with the other
Such balance no hand could possibly grasp

This day of all days
I kneel while staring across the edge of this coast
My body sinks itself deeper into the sand beneath
Still warm from what I knew of this day
Even with the grandiose burden buried in the cavity of my chest
Smallness is what I feel with a hint of trepidation upon the merge of shadows

Just one step past my own threshold
I come into full awareness that of all the oceans
This ocean could ruin me

With its depths and unknowns it could take me out where the sky touches the sea
Far beyond where I tend to keep myself safe
Each wave could take me under and leave me sideways back where I started
Along the shore of myself

And still, I am called here time and time again
To sit with each of my fears
Naming them one by one
Life and death and everything in between
Perhaps to face the timeless truths of this life
To learn the balance of fear and life
And beneath the truths are hidden things
And beneath the hidden things, its merely our own reflection

For me, there is no sea that parts this time
No pillar of cloud by day and no pillar of fire by night
No manna to feed the hunger within
Yet the pull is still bringing me further in
One wave at a time
One step at a time
To an ocean, this ocean, at this time

Everything I have ever feared
Everything I have ever loved
All within a force and weight so much greater than I

How do I even begin to trust the wave that can take me under
Or rise my restless body up to touch the hem of a new day
Where the sky kisses the ocean upon the distant horizon
Framed by days end and nights beginning
Where fear meets mortality and transcends life

Upon no merit of my own
Upon whose waters will I surrender
Upon whose hand will carry me now

The world moves on
The world moves on
The world moves on

-Lillie Duncan

Gather the Village: Loving Your Self
Lillie Duncan - Writer, Poet, Photographer, Yoga Therapist

Please head over to Gather The Village to read the full article on what it means to truly love yourself.

“…Loving yourself takes a lot of compassion. You have to come into agreement and forgiveness with your self for abandoning the parts of you that are needed and crucial. Then, you have to get to know yourself. This is part of the reason I am so ruthless with knowing everything I can about Meyer-Briggs, Enneagram, and Strength Finders...I had to find out how I worked, what the pitfalls might be, and then ways to thrive. After spending a few years exploring these different avenues I really came to an understanding that we are all created so incredibly unique and differently, and different is not to be condemned...it should be celebrated and cultivated.

Learning to love myself in this way gave me the tools to love others in such deeper, more meaningful ways. It gave me the tools to Know and be Known. When we are known, we have freedom. Freedom allows for us to love others as we have loved ourselves.

Loving others, one person at a time is what slowly changes the world, but that journey has to start with you. YOU have to start with YOU.”

- Lillie Duncan

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My Ocean
Lillie Duncan

Perhaps at the core
Of complexity and mystery
Is mere simplicity
Waiting to be found

Waters that flow
Suns that rise
Moons that reflect
All along my ocean, forever before me

For the first time
I am not even sure I belong

Spread me out along all these unknown horizons
Take me under
Each wave rolling in with the metronome of life
One at a time all along my ocean

Forever before me

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Ways We Abandon Ourselves
Lillie Duncan The Lumen Room

“We abandon ourselves when we turn away from what is good for our hearts and what is good for the growth of our eternal souls. We abandon ourselves when we are easily swayed by mass opinion instead of being firm in our own truths. We abandon ourselves when we compare our weakness to another's strengths and vice versa. We abandon ourselves when we hold unrealistic expectations and standards. We abandon ourselves when we don’t take the time to look inward. We abandon ourselves when we don’t speak our needs and don’t speak our truths. We abandon ourselves when we continually make homes in other people and not in ourselves.
When we abandon ourselves we ultimately abandon the call on our life. The truth is you and I are part of a bigger story. We were created perfectly for a GOOD so much greater than we can imagine so when we abandon ourselves we abandon our story and everyone else, too.
The invitation is to embody WHO YOU ARE, your true self. If you don’t know who you are yet, or even if you simply forgot, just take one small step and begin the conversation within.”

Lillie Duncan

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A Life of Being, Having, and Doing Enough
Part Five Thoughts : A Revolution Within Ourselves.

Living a life of enough. From most of the readers I have talked to, they have come to this point of the book and are eager to know what the application living a life of enough actually looks life. I felt that too. I find that it is interesting that this is also the shortest section of the book. I believe this is because this is the point in our journey where we take what has been written, all of those thoughts and feelings that were evoked in us and we begin to sort through them.

Over the summer I spent some time in Ireland, some of it by myself, some of it with a group of sojourners there to spend time and learn from poet, David Whyte. You may have noticed his poem in the beginning of the book. One of the consistent themes that David talks about and writes about is “the conversation.” This is where change begins. So in regards to living a life of enough you have to begin the conversation with yourself. You have to dig into the hard questions brought up during your time reading. You have to take notice of what parts of the book you underlined. You have to pay attention to what parts of the book you struggled with, lean in to find out why.

As I finished the book the first thing I thought to myself was...it is simple. What I want in life and daily really is simple. It is all that is outside of me that complicates this whole journey for me. I had a friend a day later write me confessing in vulnerability that she did not necessarily struggle with the idea of living a life of enough but yet managing other people's expectations of what her days and time should look like. It hit me hard. Often I have gone a step further and presumed what others expect of me, and added to my days unnecessarily.

So what does life look like now? Now that you have read and been awaken to the ideas in this book. Honestly, that is the beauty here...you get to choose.

For me, I feel the freedom to set my days up for a slower pace. To not overcommit myself any longer. To plan for downtime. To plan for the things in life that really bring me joy. I now feel free to release anything, any commitment, and anyone that is not serving my greater goal.

Life is really short. I know too well the 10 thousand sorrows talked about in the book, I want to make room for the 10 thousand joys still waiting to be felt. I want to live quietly, in love with life around me. I want to be open to the needs of others. I want to be ready when the Lord calls upon me for his purpose. To do that. I need simple. I need the simplicity of Enough.

Enough is not a destination, but yet a journey.


“How many times in the rush and hurry of our important work and hectic lives are we so driven by our search for happiness that it is impossible for us to ever find it because we literally rush past the very fragrance of happiness that surrounds us everywhere?” pg. 206

“Here, we restate our opening premise: Happiness is an inside job. Sufficiency and contentment are grown in the soil of moments, choice points, and listening at each juncture for the simplest, most deeply true, next right thing... When we are willing to be surprised, receptive to sensual cues in our bodies and hearts, when we are awake and attentive, not driven by fear, willing to give and receive, able to see the beauty there is and find on our lips gentle, unexpected eruptions of gratitude,we may find happiness where we never believed possible.” pg. 202

“When begrudging acceptance slowly becomes a full-hearted, honest, loving acceptance, some uncontrollable, unpredictable alchemy invariably has its way with us, as we begin to feel grateful. Yes, we can practice it, try saying it, journaling, or writing about it, and these things are all good and useful tools. But the truth is that acceptance simply becomes gratitude.

Make no mistake: Gratitude does not come swiftly or easily, nor does it in any way erase the searing grief of the loss, the pain, or the fury at the injustice. It merely invites something beautiful, fresh, and new to grow and flourish right beside it.” pg. 214

“When we allow this world of ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows to fully and honestly find room in our heart, there is a holy alchemy that erupts within us. Grace and healing grow and flourish right beside our sorrows, and our faithful heart gently cradles the mall. The spacious sufficiency of our heart can teach us the next true thing and plant the seed that forms after the fire. Being present with ourselves, making choices from our own quiet wisdom, finding sanctuary deep within us, gives birth to a beginner’s  [not expert’s] life, toward an unknowable destiny, our path created by our every moment walking it. ...A life of enough is born in every moment – on the way we listen, the way we respond to the world, the way we see what is and tell the truth of who we are…” pg. 236


What is the first thing that comes to mind that you want to change about your days?

Do you feel more expectations from yourself or others when it comes to what your days look like?

What does your most ideal day look like? Life?

What are you willing to give up in order to experience the freedom of enough each day?

Is there a person in your life that would support your journey?

Is there a person in your life that would oppose your journey?

How are you ready to set your boundaries?

How are you ready to ask for what you need?

What is it that you need most right now, each day?

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Part Four Thoughts
Energy and Boundaries

At the beginning of Wayne Muller's chapter A Broken Heart he talked about his deep struggle with the amount of energy (or lack thereof) after being sick. It was his severe limitation that brought him into a deeper awareness of how much value is held within the energy we have to give to others. This chapter brought so much freedom to an area of my life that has been hard to articulate, until now. I too struggle greatly with energy output and energy exchange. So much so that if I have too many social obligations or engagements back to back...I almost always get sick. It has been like this for over 10 something years, but only recently have I started noticing and connecting the dots. For Wayne, his limitation came from an unfortunate illness. For me, it has taken some time to understand and even admit but I believe it is just how I am made. I am sensitive to life, constantly taking in, observing, and feeling at levels deeper than I even know how to articulate. So, looking at it from a bird's eye view, it makes sense why I am the way I am. It is hard to explain to close loved ones that want to spend time together, or business partners who need to meet, or other sweet mommas who want to have a play date or a friend that is hurting.  The reality that I can really only commit to at most one thing a week is hard and often misunderstood. Most days I would mourn the feeling of not being able to “give” enough. The reality is whether you are highly sensitive to life, have limitations, or if you are blessed with the ability to give of yourself abundantly with little side effects, there will always be limits, there will always be a point where you have to lovingly choose how to take care of your precious energy so that you can show up best for others around you.

This is where boundaries come in to play. It took me a long time to learn how boundaries are not selfish, they are loving. I love that Wayne included his section about boundaries into section four of this book. Continuing the thought from above, I have had to facilitate hard (but good) conversations with people I love about what I need most to be the best me I can be, which involves a lot of time to myself. More than most, which is not easy for someone to understand who may not be created the same, but it is a boundary I have to honor in order to be the most loving version of myself and give good quality energy to the things and people who matter most. When I am honoring my boundaries and being aware of my energy output, I feel freer and at ease, I feel like I am giving “enough.” The moment I don’t….that all goes out of the window.

Healthy boundaries, no matter how you have been created, are needed for each one of us to cultivate the type of life that makes room for silence, that makes room for stillness, that makes room for listening. Often what we find in the center of our stillness, once we have quieted the world around us and fought past the discomfort of our own self reaching for “more” is, in fact, a moment of enough. We all of a sudden see life differently. We hear the sound of our children and are moved to tears out of gratitude. We feel the warmth of the fire, and know that on this day all that we have is enough. All that we have given is enough.

As Wayne teaches, it is hard to get to that point when we are functioning on the world's timeline though, that is why it is essential to create a life, to create boundaries so that each day you step outside of the timeline of the “every day” and step in to this life that waits for you. One full of beauty and joy.


“Have I loved well? Have I lived deeply and fully? Did I waste precious time distracted by too many unimportant things? Did I attend carefully to my loved ones, my work, my community? Have I left a legacy of kindness? Has my life in some way brought benefit to others?”

“Living and loving well require us to make difficult choices each day of our lives. The heart-opening unconditional love we seek requires our hearts best time and attention. Love, friendship, children, kindness, good and fruitful work- all these things need time, accompanied by our full, unhurried, undistracted attention. Because the sheer number of hours in a day is limited, we must choose where, when, and with whom we will share whatever brief time and attention we have.” pg. 152

“We cannot control what will happen to the seeds we sow, the words we speak, the actions we take. We can only be as honorable, truthful, and compassionate as we are able. The moment we try to control what does or does not happen, we are left in a lingering state of insufficiency, wondering what more we could, should, have done, to make it all turn out right. Once we fall into self-judgment and doubt, we work harder and harder to become more and more perfect – and we feel less and less satisfied we have done enough. Our work is on ourselves, to be clearly certain we have listened, seen, felt in ourselves what, at this moment, is required. Then, forces far greater than ourselves will have their way with whatever we plant, build, grow, or create. This, then, is our work. To do what we can and have mercy.”  pg. 186

“I only surround myself with life-giving people.” pg. 198

Questions to think about?

When is the last time you ended your day and thought to yourself, today was enough? No anxiety, no stress, no worry of what didn’t get finished or what still needs to happen.

How often do you set aside time to be still?

What does your still time look like?

Are you easily swayed by the pull of this world to fill your every waking moment?

Where does the majority of your energy go right now?

Do you ever feel depleted of your own energy? Does it make you feel like nothing is ever enough?

What type of boundaries do you have in place?

What type of boundaries could you implement to protect yourself and your energy?

What is most at stake if you don't take the necessary steps to find stillness during the day, or set your boundaries?

If you have children, what type of legacy are you wanting to leave?

How do you want your children to remember you?

At this point in the book, what is “enough” to you? How is this applying to your life?

Lillie Duncan

Part Three Thoughts

Part Three is a section that I read through so fast and only because I can not absorb the wisdom fast enough. So, my first introduction to Wayne Muller was through his book Sabbath. It is hands down one of the best books I have ever read. It speaks right into the heart of every human and gives an answer to the questions we did not know we were carrying around. In part three of the book we are reading now, I see how he builds on his previous book. He digs into our relationship with our worth, time, and impermanence. We can fill our lives with so many expectations, obligations, material things, and worries that we become barely capable of even knowing what enough looks like, let alone feels like. We lose sight of what is most important, we forget to honor the small miracles in life, and we bypass ourselves in the process. Which is a big deal. You were created to enjoy this life, even with the sobering heartaches attached to living. You were created for purpose also, so when you spend your time disconnected, overwhelmed, and ridden with the weight of the world it is easy to not fully know your worth and miss the innate call on your life.  

When you sit and read some of these chapters, underline words and phrases that touch you. Save the parts that you struggle with internally. Then think on these things. Examine your heart. Examine your daily patterns.

I will be honest, I was on a plane ride from Dallas to Los Angeles when I read the Loss and Impermanence chapter...and it undid me. Hard truths, but we need these truths to fully feel and understand the importance of really living life NOW because no day is promised to us. Lately, after putting into practice a lot of what I learned from Wayne, I am now able to slow down more. I am able to really see the significance and beauty of really small moments, like the way my son lines up his cars in a row on my bathroom counter. The way my daughter sings as she is coloring. The way the sun always comes in through the back of the house at the same time each day creating shadows and bringing warmth. Life seems more colorful in these moments. At the same time, I know that it won’t always be this way. I know that things will change. I also know that my knowledge is limited, I do not know what is actually instore for me today. So with that awareness, I hold each one of those moments close to my heart. I appreciate them in a new way. I feel the immense joy hidden within the everyday moments of life. Moments I used to easily pass by in efforts to hustle, work harder, have a perfect house, look a certain way….you name it.

If that section was hard for you to read too, I am right there with you. Press into that feeling though. See what treasures are hidden beneath whatever you must work through to get to a place of enough in your everyday life.


“As a child of the Spirit, you are simply this: light of the world. You carry a spark of divine fire.” (pg 75)

“When we move in jagged and hurried ways, it becomes impossible to see, recognize, or drink deeply from any beauty, wonder, or grace in anything or anyone in our path.” (pg. 80)

Speaking of worry….“While neither healing nor repairing anything at all, is saturates us with stress and uses all our attention to project fear and weakness into every possible future disaster. We manufacture catastrophic expectations, which cause our biological and nervous systems to remain forever on full, exhausting alert.

More importantly, worry steers us away from trusting in our own essential wholeness, wisdom, and strength to be able to handle, in the moment, whatever we are given. It denies any capacity or recognize, when the time comes, the next right thing to do.” (pg. 80)

“More than additional classes, lessons, adventures or toys, our own children will likely let us know what they most want, crave, desperately need, is our presence. What they long for most is a single moment of shared presence, to offer us what they have found, what they have seen, something only shared when they feel held by our undistracted, unhurried time and attention.” (pg. 82)

“To relentlessly force the tender wisdom, thoughtful reflection, and perceptive honesty of the human heart to conform to the ridiculously impossible, inhuman speed of the world, to its ever-increasing mind-driven technologies, is to cause violence to our most precious and valuable treasure: the necessary guidance of the human heart.” (pg.86)

“For every moment of loss there is a corresponding moment of unexpected joy, celebration, healing, success, beauty, grace, and love.” (pg. 97)

Questions to think about?

What sections were hardest to read?

How do you feel about the law of impermanence?

In what ways have you felt your heart shift as you have been reading this book?

Do you place your value in what you do?

Is sitting still hard for you? Why? What will you meet in that space?

How often do you show mercy for yourself? Towards others?

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Book Club: A Life of Being, Having, and Doing Enough- Part 1 & Part 2
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Part One and Part Two Thoughts

At the beginning of the book Wayne quotes a poem from the great poet, David Whyte. Upon first glimpse it seems simple but the more I read the poem, the more it settled into the areas of resistance in my life. “This opening to the life we have refused...again and again...until now.”

David’s words prime our hearts, leading us to deeper thoughts, deeper questions, and a honest look within. What life have you been refusing? In what areas do you feel like you or life just isn’t enough? How would life be different if you sank into the reality and or a new understanding of what “enough” really is in your world?

Wayne made the case that knowing and feeling the fullness of enough has to start within the body. That enough is not a static moment in time, it is a choice we have to make time and time again because like life, everything changes. Therefore, our measure of enough will most likely change as we change, as life changes. He goes on to ask a life long question many spiritual leaders have asked for years, “What if you already have what you seek?” I hope that was a question that stopped you and made you ponder what it is you really want in life. I hope that it also opened your eyes, as it did for me, that so much of what I really want in life...I already have in imperfect fullness.

There is a section in Deadly Sins and American Values where Wayne asks a series of introspective questions, getting to the root of what kind of life do we really want to be living. Then contrasts our answer with the type of life we actually are living now. How often and how easy is it to say yes to things that don’t fill our souls but yet drain us. It is no wonder we as a culture increasingly feel drained and not satisfied, our attention is spread thin and we are not setting up our days or lives to seek the natural order of joy innately embedded into some of the simplicities of life. He called this “empty substitutes for authentic needs.” Naturally when those needs aren't met we strive harder, we go faster, we hustle, we become busier with things that do not give life back to our souls.

So how do we get to a life of enough? Wayne points us to evaluate our day to day choices. That within these seemingly small little moments we have the power to transform our time, our attention, or energy, and our inner life...if we are choosing in a way that is based out of love not just efficiency.  


“We overload our expectations on ourselves and others, inflate our real and imaginary responsibilities, until our fierce and tender human hearts finally collapse under the relentless pressure of impossible demands. No living organism can sustain this kind of violent overwork before it breaks or dies...Why then are we so reluctant to ever stop, be still, or allow our work to feel sufficient for this day?” (pg 5)

“How do we reclaim a life of deep sufficiency? We begin with ourselves. The world around us will be unrelenting, saturating us with a multitude of offers of peace, contentment, and well being through this or that purchase, event, affiliation, or experience. But our most reliable experience of enough begins within our own visceral experience...it is a sufficiency tasted first through intimate conversation between our own fully incarnated spirit and flesh.” (pg. 6)

“There is no guarantee that we will ever find enough of anything in the same place, or in the same way, twice.” (pg. 7)

“Am I truly able to say that I really love this? Or is it more honest to say that I can handle this?...The more we choose the next right thing based on what we love and less on what we can handle, we are likely to have many sources of sufficiency and nourishment.” (pg. 13)

“Our journey is an adventure in listening for how we find sanctuary and see more clearly what is good, what is whole, what is beautiful and holy, and what is, in the end, this day, this moment...enough.” (pg. 19)

“A life that becomes spacious and full is a life made of moments chosen carefully, decisions that each, one by one, lean into an abiding trust in the power of life, the fecundity of love, and the wholeness of our own heart’s wisdom. Each choice that feels like the only and perfectly next right thing plants a tiny seed of ease and well-being in our day.” (pg. 29)

Questions to think about?

In what ways have you experienced the fullness of enough in your days?

How often do you find yourself overworked and over committed?

How often do you feel satisfied with your days?

How often do you say yes to things that do not fill you with joy?

How often do you say yes to things that drain your energy?

How often do you base your choices off of efficiency? Love?

What do you want to change in your day to day life?

Does the thought of slowing down scare you?

How often do you get time in your day just to enjoy the simplicity around you? The sun setting. Birds singing. The sound of children playing. The passing of clouds. The fragrance of a meal. The warmth of a fire.

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Be Humble: On Motherhood, Expectations, & Kendrick Lamar
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Recently I wished Kendrick Lamar was rapping back when I had my first child. Lyrics from his song “HUMBLE.”— “I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop/Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks...”—resonate deeply every time I hear them. This is the message I want to stand for and pass down to my children and other woman who look to me.

It wasn’t until I became pregnant for the first time that I realized the full weight of the American ideal for women and, more personally, for mothers. It started with seemingly innocuous praises here and there: “Wow, you haven't gained much weight at all,” and “You look so great, how do you stay so thin while pregnant?” and “I hope I’m as thin as you are when I’m pregnant.”

Then, once I gave birth to Rosalie, there was the overwhelming pressure to not only “bounce back,” but also to keep a perfect house and feed the whole family, all while somehow looking like I didn't just have a baby or stay up for all hours of the night with a newborn who could barely nurse yet. Yes, the pressure comes from my own expectations, but also through the slow, incessant inundation from the mommy blogosphere and advertising geared towards moms.

While nursing, it was easy to sit there for thirty minutes browsing the world of another mother who was somehow able to nurse her baby while vacuuming with one hand and making lunch with the other. Mind you, the entire family is dressed in matching clothes, her couches are white (without a single stain), the walls have no hand prints, the counters are tidy, the floors are spotless...oh, and her makeup and clothes look flawless.

I realized I’d traded my fashion magazines for “perfect” motherhood via the internet and social media. I never felt good after browsing these seemingly impeccable lives. “I’ll just try a little harder,” I’d whisper under my breath as I looked around at the mess of my house, or when I caught my tired face in the mirror, a reflection I could barely look at anymore.

I was full of shame. There was an underlying discontent and over-comparison of my life to what was being portrayed as normal motherhood, normal womanhood. Honestly, it was this feeling I had carried with me my entire life, woven into the mapping of my adolescence. From a young age I learned, secondhand, what was most important in life for a woman. I have grown up with the conscious and subconscious thought that my identity is most defined by what the world sees on my exterior, with little regards to the multitudes of art and wonder held within.

One night, as I sat rocking my beautiful baby girl who would one day be a woman. I imagined her looking at herself in the mirror, the same way I did as a teen, then as an adult, and then as a mom, with eyes that dissected and compared. I imagined her wearing the burden of “not enough.” Not beautiful enough. Not thin enough. Not tall enough.

I imagined her crying, broken over her reflection in the mirror. As her little baby eyes fluttered and glanced at me, I knew all she saw in return was my love, not how I looked. And isn't that what we should all see when we look at another...the way in which we love ourselves and the world around us. I embraced her tight and lamented for all of the woman I knew stuck in this same bondage.

It was the moment I stopped filling my mind with magazines, mommy blogs, and unwanted social media influencers, that suddenly that reflection—my reflection—in the mirror started to glow. I crowded out these things by filling my mind with art, poetry, literature, words, and music, offering myself a rebirth of my own. I stepped into the confidence of my skin, the beauty of my own soul, and the depth of my love for others.

Shame started to melt. The truth is, I set my own standard as a mother and woman, not the world around me. My daughter will learn that perfectionism is a lie meant to make us feel small so that we buy into whatever someone else is selling.

Choose freedom. Walk away from that mirror. Put down the magazine. Turn off your phone. Stop reading blogs from people who don’t live your same life. Then look around at what you have, and you’ll see that embracing what it truly means to be free is wrapped in gratitude.

So, I join Kendrick in saying, “Sit down/Be humble.”

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Searching for the Broken Ones

[Originally published in the Simple Parenting Column by The Dispatch]

Each day when I drop my 4-year-old daughter off at school, I kneel down to look her in the eyes. I tell her, “I love you, Sis. Tell me again, what makes you beautiful?” To which she replies, “How I love people and how I treat others.”

I kiss her and, before she runs off I remind her, “Look for the broken ones, look for the ones that may be struggling today, love them hard and be EXTRA kind today, okay?!”

Before I had my first child, Rosalie, I had many set notions of what good parenting looked like. Most of my ideas were based on what I saw on mommy blogs. From my internet research, I started judging good parenting based on whether a parent chooses to breastfeed, bottle feed, co-sleep, homeschool or send their child to public school, to name just a few of the contentious parenting topics that ricochet around the blogosphere. For the first two years of my parenting journey, I became obsessed with mastering all of the parenting methods I found online. It was tiring, relentless, and I often felt as though I was just touching the surface of what “good parenting” actually was.

All of these judgments on parenting began to shift after I gave birth to my son, Elias, who is now two years old. Seven weeks after he was born, I held my infant son in my arms watching him nearly bleed to death due to complications of an undiagnosed rare disease. The week that followed changed everything for me when it came to my perspective on parenting, and even life. I would hold him at night so that he could sleep comfortably while connected to all of the IVs and machines, and while he aid peacefully in my arms my mind ran through all of the “good parenting” measures I had learned and practiced on Rosalie. I thought about how none of that mattered anymore. In that momen, I still was not sure if my son would survive, and I thought to myself  “If he did live one more day, or even ten years, would it honestly matter whether he was breastfed, bottle feed, co-slept, homeschooled or sent to public school?”

This forced me to ask the questions. “If Elias lived through childhood, what type of childhood do I want for him and Rosalie?” “What does good parenting look like now?” “How am I going to raise my children so they don’t turn out to be selfis ouchebags who expect perfectly-prepped school lunches in the shape of panda bears and care more about how they dress than how they act?”

In the two years since those life-changing nights, I have shifted my idea of what makes for good parenting. Instead of emphasizing the external, I now believe that good parenting is empathetic parenting, which encourages emotional development that will inevitably produce kindness, grace, and unconditional love.

A 2002 study published in the Journal of Family Psychology that investigated the connection between how much a parent invested in a child, and how competent a child was, found that how emotionally involved a parent is truly does matter. If we care about our children, our children are more likely to care about others. So we can’t be parenting from the sidelines or distracting ourselves with the unimportant flash of whatever’s buzzworthy as the moment. Empathy starts with us.

One way that I approach teaching empathy to my children is by teaching Rosalie and Elias to look outside themselves for people (mostly kids) that may be having a hard time. I often tell Rosalie that, “people who are hurting will often hurt people.” I reinforce over and over that it’s not our job to judge another's actions, but it is our job to love them deeply regardless. My hope for them as they grow into this idea is that they will have the ability to see people with their eyes closed. The more I teach my children empathy and kindness the more empowered they will be to look past the hurt of others and to intervene with love.

There is no blog, book, or guru that has all of the answers when it comes to parenting, and I am not a perfect parent, but I truly believe the simpler we make the art of parenting, the better the outcomes will be. The more we focus on sowing seeds of kindness and empathy, the closer we’ll get to giving our kids a better future. Every lesson we teach our children is also a lesson for us. Every day we, too, have the opportunity to look up and notice the world around us, notice the real live people in front of us.

Look for the broken ones.