by Lisa McCrohan | May 7, 2012 | Mindful Motherhood, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
The other evening, I was walking out of a lovely meditation in the softness of candlelight, when I noticed a woman’s reflection in the mirror. In an instant I was moved by her and I said to myself, “Oh my goodness. That woman is beautiful!” I looked...
by Lisa McCrohan | May 3, 2012 | Cultivating Compassion, Mindful Motherhood, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
“Stay where you are. Find your own Calcutta. Find the sick, the suffering, and the lonely right there where you are — in your own homes and in your own families, in your workplaces and in your schools. You can find Calcutta all over the world, if you have the eyes to...
by Lisa McCrohan | Apr 29, 2012 | Cultivating Compassion, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Living Your Spirituality in Everyday Life, Mindful Motherhood, Nourishing Our Connections
One of my teachers shared this video. Oh my goodness. Please, view it right now. Then come back and read this post. http://www.elephantjournal.com/2012/04/skip-your-morning-meditation-watch-this-instead I was moved to tears watching this hospital worker bathe this...
by Lisa McCrohan | Apr 22, 2012 | Mindful Motherhood, Parenting with Compassion
I recently found this video by Dr. Dan Siegel talking to a group of people about the power of just one word. If you are a parent, you should know him. His work in neuroscience and parenting will change the way you look at parenting…and your child. Here’s...
by Lisa McCrohan | Mar 29, 2012 | Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Mindful Motherhood, Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
I read something the other day that made my stomach turn. A blog chastising moms to “love it all” and “enjoy every minute of it.” There are plenty of moments in parenting that just plain bite. There are plenty of moments when I am not...
by Lisa McCrohan | Mar 22, 2012 | Cultivating Compassion, Mindful Motherhood, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
I wrote a post awhile back titled “Enough.” Enough of us women playing small, cutting on other women, displacing our anger, and enough of not believing in ourselves, our dreams, and each other. “Enough” is rising up in me like a volcano. I see...