The Magic of Self-Care
I am Allison Clark Moran, founder of Yellow Heart Sisters, and student of life…. it is an honor to share my stories with you.
Momentum has been building with Yellow Heart Sisters and I am often in my workshop mixing up magic. I always light a candle when I begin a batch of production, and most times I remember to slow down enough to invite my Angels to assist me. I have noticed a...read more
Letting go creates space for miracles. This spring I received the incredible blessing of a Partner in Yellow Heart Sisters! Meet Mary Beth Rezek. Wise woman, massage therapist, yoga teacher, certified aromatherapist, wife, mother, step-mother, bee-keeper, teacher....read more
I have been silent lately, as I have been going through an inward time of change. This change came to me late last summer, when suddenly I knew I needed something different in my environment and the emotional environment of my marriage. It happened on the Eclipse,...read more
When I was a teenager, I spent my summers in Alaska. My Uncle Johnny is a fisherman and my Aunt Carri owns a bakery, and together the two of them gave me a home and a world of adventure to return to every summer. Sometimes I went with a cousin, a sister, or a friend, and sometimes I was solo, but always Uncle Johnny challenged us to a competition of who could go the longest without showering.
I now see that this was his clever way of both trying to get us to use less water and also trying to break us of our nasty habits of daily showering, blow-drying, and styling. Afterall, we were in Alaska, and the habits of the lower 48 simply did not apply, try as we may to hold onto our teenagerish ways.
I grew up in suburban Milwaukee in the town of Wauwatosa, and my first playground was my house, then my neighborhood, then my school, then my town. These were the places that discovered, enjoyed, and in ever-expanding circles came to master in my own way.
Some kids are the kind of kids who want to stay babies forever. My own son resists each birthday a little bit, saying he loves being “5”, “6” or “7” (he’s now 9 and loves it) and doesn’t want to grow up. He realizes all the responsibilities that come with each passing year and loves being taken care of, having things done for him.
It started as a whisper in the quiet room…
of a new friend’s house who had just recently birthed her third child, a boy ~ her first as a homebirth. I had signed up on the meal train and came in to help with anything that she needed doing. I was putting on her freshly sun-dried sheets, when I found myself saying outloud, albeit barely and as a whisper, “I’m thinking about quitting my job…..
…I want to be the kind of brave my baby can be proud of.”
It was a powerful place to set an intention such of this, in the brave, quiet space of a newborn boy, spoken so spontaneously and so raw and from the heart.