how to breathe

we sat and listened to the wind in the trees. we let ourselves breathe. we learned how to be.

toddlers have so much to teach us, so much that we may have forgotten, like how nothing is as important as this very moment… how being is… how nature makes the music… how snuggles can only be found if we are quiet enough to wait for them.

yaya marched

i am 52 and have lived my life outside the political fray. i have taken care of my family and spoken to my community through my storytelling art. but this year, that has not been enough. and so i marched. and now i am on a mission. as women, our voices must be heard. mine says “don’t underestimate my power” what does yours say? leave your personal slogan in the comments and may we all stand up and listen!

@yayaknows here at yayamamame.wordpress.com

i am many things… yaya, mama, me… i am wife, daughter, mother, grandmother, friend. i am seer, storyteller, sage. in all of it i am woman.

i write the stories of voices unheard. i love my family. i live.

recently i finished a deep meditation in the midst of a sun shower and i heard the words “you are wise and whole.” a week later i donned prayer flags from nepal and marched in the women’s march around lake eola in orlando.

here at “yaya, mama, & me” i seek to host a conversation about being woman –  whatever your version might be. my sister site is @yayaknows on Instagram. my author website is stacybarton.com