Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Moving again.

I am moving. After all the moving with the house, it has shown me more of where I want to take this blog. What I want to offer you all. I have started a shiny new website and would love you to join me there. I am still figuring out how to add a feedburner link so you can follow along easier but for now come on over and tell me what you think! I thought this would take a lot longer than it did but I had a fire lit under my butt. So go check it out and I hope you will follow along still!

Peace and Love.

Friday, December 14, 2012


Today I've been in this state of floating. Not the good kind of floating. Floating where the ether feels broken and crumbling. There is nothing to grab onto and nothing to even say. Tonight please go place your hands on the earth and say a prayer. Say 28 prayers. Pour out love to Gaia. I am so incredibly sorry to any parents who are grieving. Any child whose innocence is now gone. Love to you all. I wish I could offer you more.

Peace and Love.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012


"A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don't find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting."
-James Matthew Barrie 

"The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers."
-M. Scott Peck 

"The consuming desire of most human beings is deliberately to plant their whole life in the hands of some other person. I would describe this method of searching for happiness as immature. Development of character consists solely in moving toward self-sufficiency."
-Quentin Crisp 

Search has been a pretty major part of my life lately. I have been searching for answers. Searching for freedom. Freedom from caring. As crazy as that may sound. Even after being hurt and my feelings cast aside, I still cared. Today when I pulled the word search, I immediately thought, "BUT I AM ALREADY SEARCHING!" Thinking of all the time I've been searching for ways to honor how I connect with Mother Earth. I thought, "What else could you be teaching me?" It took a bit of digging to realize that this is not the searching I needed to focus on. I am firmly rooted in that search. Rooted in a way that it is an essential part of the rest of my life. Never stop searching. But what else? What have I been avoiding? 

All this time I have been searching for the freedom from caring. Caring about others happiness when I can't control another person's happiness. Searching deep within myself for the power and permission to not care.  I give myself that. This is not a selfish act but one out of love. For I no longer have any bearing on these moments in time where others have to choose to be happy in their own minds. I look in the mirror daily and choose to only control my happiness because, well, that is all I CAN control.

Freedom. Ah, yes. I have found you. And I must say, you are looking ravishing tonight.

Peace and Love.

P.S. The winner of the Hip Mountain Mama giveaway is....

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Thursday, December 6, 2012

No shame.

The wonderful people over at The Raw Food World are doing a Blendtec blender giveaway and I thought it would be fun to enter...and hopefully we win, because that would be fun too. :D I wanted to share my entry video. Enjoy.

Peace and Love.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Hip Mountain Mama☆Review

The lovely Suzy over at Hip Mountain Mama contacted me a couple weeks ago to see if I would like to do a product review of something she sells in her shop. If you haven't heard of Hip Mountain Mama it's a family run business that sells amazing funky and bohemian finds for your body and home. I have been a window shopper for some time now so when Suzy contacted me I was more than willing to help spread the word about this great site. We emailed back and forth for a bit and decided on the Mother Earth Long-sleeve shirt for me.
HOLY MOTHER OF SOFTNESS. When I got the package and opened it I immediately found myself rubbing this beautiful shirt on my face and Joey's back as he was bathing the kiddos. It is made by a company called Soul Flower, another company I've been an avid window shopper of for some time now, in the US and with organic cotton. And can I also just say how beautiful the print on the shirt is? I can see myself wearing this shirt all through winter, staying warm in it and snuggling up to babies. 
 Outfit details:
Mother Earth Long-sleeve: c/o Hip Mountain Mama
Yellow circle scarf: O Bella Organics
Skirt: Borrowed, then stolen, from a friend

I also fell even more in love with it when I discovered it was perfect for supporting breastfeeding. The neckline is just right to pull it down without a wrestling match. I like the ease of this since nursing is still very much an integral part of our day. 
This holiday season even if you only bought one item from a small business owner, we could make a huge impact! 

Support small business owners. Support handmade. And support Suzy because she's one heck of a rad gal!

She also wanted to offer my readers a chance to win a $20 gift certificate. To enter you must be a follower of my blog and simply leave a comment letting me know what your favorite item in her shop is. You can get one more entry if you share this post so we can share the love. This giveaway will close on Monday night, December 10th.

Also, if you are Footling Mama please email me at katelyndemidowphotography(at)yahoo(dot)com so I can get you your copy of EC Simplified. If I don't hear from you by Friday I will choose a new winner.
Peace and Love.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012


I'm sitting here, staring at this screen. Unsure of where to start. Where this journey started. I am not certain of the point when I started to release attachment to my dreads but more importantly to my hair. I've adopted the mantra, "It's just hair" for some time now and I think that was a way to fool myself. It's not just hair. It's an adornment of this journey we are on and whether we choose to have long hair, short hair, dreads, a buzzed head, or to shave our heads completely bald, there is power in that. When I chose to dread my hair it was a time when I was in a moment of needing to hold on. Hold on to whatever I could. And whether that meant to tangle everything up in my hair for a few months, that is what I would do. 

But let us go back to when I was in elementary school. I got lice. Heavy duty, hardcore, lice. Every time we got rid of it, it would just come back full force. The little buggers love shag carpet, surprise surprise. Well through that I formed a crazy relationship with my hair. At one point my father took us to get it all cut off even though I did not want that. I hated it. I hated that haircut and was so self conscious about it. The hair battles did not end there. At one point he even used paint thinner on my head, in desperation, to try to kill the lice. This gave me a weird tingly sensation down my neck for weeks and my entire scalp basically peeled within that time period as well. It wasn't until he had the epiphany to take out all the carpet in the house, bag up all the stuffed animals for weeks and wash every item of clothing in the house, it seemed, that we finally got rid of the lice.

I never realized that through that, I formed a relationship with my hair that was, I don't know, ill. 

I just let it grow for years, then when I moved to Louisiana I went through many phases of hair. But, I would never just cut it all off. It was a blanket. A security blanket. 

Letting my hair dread was an unexpected path I took. I was going back and forth on just cutting my hair into a pixie cut or dreading it. Dreading it won because that would mean I would still get to keep my hair. It was the right path for me at the time. Moments I loved them. Moments I hated them. I got bad dandruff. Sores, even. I couldn't get rid of them and almost went to get some conventional dandruff shampoo. They pulled. I struggled getting comfortable at night with them. 

Through the nine months I had them many trusts were broken. Many hurtful words were said to me. Many transgressions got tangled up within my dreads. They were there for me to work through. For me to learn to stand up for myself and my family. Bad associations were made with my dreads when I would look at them in the mirror. Not only mentally but there were physical markers of the hurt I went through, on them, in them. Markers of my mistake of letting people back in once I had already let go. A mistake that would affect my daughters lives. Not only mine. And while I needed those reminders daily, to learn to not make those choices again, it was hard. There was a negative feeling always around. Always.

So when I got sick and was elbow deep in a trashcan, I was cursing my dreads. When you don't eat for a couple days and nurse a baby all day they are boulders on your shoulders. They were heavy. Weighing me down. I was hot and miserable. And just ask Joey, when I am hot and can't cool down, mama ain't friendly. It was the catalyst for this change. I am actually grateful for the time I was sick. It brought to light many things. Things I was ready for. Ready to accept and ready to release. Shaving my head was a way to disconnect from the things that were silently haunting me each morning when I would wake. The next morning I woke up 100% better and haven't had any signs of illness since. Not by coincidence.

Time to lay to rest this strained relationship I have with my hair and let it serve me. Serve the greater purpose and this journey I am on. On the night of the winter solstice this year, I plan on fully releasing my dreads, into the fire.

Maybe none of this makes sense. Maybe I seem crazy. But with this crazy it brings joy. A joy that only those that have experienced it can understand. 

I am naked and bare. I choose to be raw and vulnerable. 

I can finally see me.

And dude. I forgot how much I love head scratches.

The entire 30 minute process of letting go. All under 4 1/2 minutes.

Peace and Love.