Renee TarantowskiJan 1, 2018

New Year's Day

I can't believe I didn't post yesteday.  It was a crazy day . . . my oldest spent New Year's Eve downtown Chicago, the littles wanted pizza and we watched the ball drop with a bit of bubbly.  

Even though my son wasn't with me, I still felt connected.  At midnight we exchanged texts and I thought of all the NYE's for 16 plus years--bittersweet.  I had a quiet moment and thought of all my loved ones that I couldn't be with.  

The day was a blur but that moment at midnight was crystal clear.

Today was incredibly busy.  Writing, organizing rooms, night stands, books, planners, so busy the kids and I forgot to eat lunch!  My oldest came home safetly on the train.  All is well.

Lessons Learned:

We need to slow down and make a plan otherwise we don't know where we are going.  I created space for habits to form leading to goals being met.  

When we have a really good map, bumps in the road won't matter.  I have a good map of 2018.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Being alone creates clarity.

A great first day to an amazing year.  Let's do this!

Renee TarantowskiDec 29, 2017

2018 Planning

What's my plan for 2018?

Lots and lots of writing.  A few handmade prayer chords. Quiet time to honor each day.  

A year of to enter each moment with mindfulness.  This is my practice.

Renee TarantowskiDec 27, 2017

Visiting Home

Parts of Ann Arbor feel like home and some parts don't.

Kind of bittersweet.

When I moved away, the first time, I was single and had the world by the tail. I left a deal on the table to own a grocery store/deli.

When I moved back, I was married with an 8-week old baby--living outside of the "loop".

I didn't realize that I was a different person when I came back.  No longer single, no longer free to be.  

When I moved away, the second time, I had 4 kids . . . the city that I loved as a single woman looked very different during this season of my life.

Home is the place where you belong; single or married, sans kids/or many, fancy job/homemaker.  What matters is how you feel when you are there.

Renee TarantowskiDec 26, 2017

December 26, 2017

I woke up this morning at 3:26 in a panic.

Did I write yesterday?  Did I vlog?  Did I post photos on Instagram?

Christmas day was a complete blur.  An incredible breakfast of freshly baked pastries, my favorite coffee from Michigan, presents, lots of worrying to make sure everyone was happy, an elaborate snack tray of fruits, cheese, and meats--with interesting mustards.  More presents . . . a fabulous dinner.  Poundcake for dessert.

A fire in the fireplace.

The day could not have been fuller or more perfect.  I fell into bed, dozing off as the kids were telling me what a great day it was.  Picture perfect.

Then 3:26 came.

The cat staring at me like I completely messed up and the dog rolling over groaning "it can't be time to get up."

My hands checked the website and my mind began to run through the day.  I felt pulled in opposite directions. 





You see, I had this idea of writing on this blog every day.  Sharing a bit of wisdom that shows up naturally.

You know what?

It is not wise to set a daily goal, habit, practice without grace built in. 

What is wise is to set an intention.  That looks very much like a goal, habit, practice.  My intention is to share in a natural way the wisdom of living a mindful, loving joy-filled life.  That is not getting up at 3:26 in a panic.


I could have written a post and possibly backdated it.  Not my style.

I could have written a post and said I just went to bed . . . again, squeezing the truth.  Not my style.

Or, I could just sit and attempt to find the lesson.  The wisdom in the moment.  The universal truth.  

The Lesson

I'm still working out the lesson and I just don't have the words to make coherent thoughts into sentences.  The theme is doing what I am called to do, doing it my way and understanding my place up to this point in time. I hope that by thinking it over for another day or two it will make sense enough to share it.  The other option is to call in one of my interpreters--someone who speaks Renee.

Let's keep walking each other home.

Renee TarantowskiDec 21, 2017

12/21 Winter Solstice

Up at 4:09 because I couldn't sleep.

Today is the shortest day of the year and the longest night.  I gave that a long pause today.  How it all works with the Earth spinning--all that science stuff.

A very special thank you to several people that have chosen to embrace mindfulness in 2018.  I'm thrilled to serve them through this blog and in other ways.  I'm delighted.  

I also had some people tell me I was cracker jacks for thinking that anyone wants to be mindful.  That sitting quietly was a "stupid idea".  I listened with curiosity.  I put myself in their shoes.  I looked at life through their lens.  

We all need to belong to something.  I'm not for everyone--I completely understand that.  I'm happy for them that they have a place they belong.  Everyone should have their own spot they feel safe, loved, honored and respected.

Until tomorrow.

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