Perhaps because I’m lazy, although I like to reframe this as busy, I’m going to opt out of writing another Disneyworld-with-a-toddler recap post and simply share some of my favorite vacation photos today.

How cute is Jax?!

We had a princess dinner in Epcot's Norway, and Jax spent most of it under the table, cowering from the princesses. I think he was intimidated by their beauty!

We had a princess dinner in Epcot’s Norway, and Jax spent most of it under the table, cowering from the princesses. I think he was intimidated by their beauty!

This is what happens to me in Epcot's Italy, with all its good food & wine!

This is what happens to me in Epcot’s Italy, with all its good food & wine!

At the end of a long day, we were all vying for a spot in the stroller. Somehow, I had the energy to push them.

At the end of a long day, we were all vying for a spot in the stroller. Somehow, I had the energy to push them.

I swear, crabs at Joe's were the only crabs I got during my vacation--and ever, TYVM.

I swear, crabs at Joe’s were the only crabs I got during my vacation–and ever, TYVM.

Me & Mom in the Magic Kingdom, first day

Me & Mom in the Magic Kingdom, first day

Mean muggin in the Magic Kingdom

Mean muggin in the Magic Kingdom

I told Jax this was the Easter Bunny. Just kidding. He loves Alice in Wonderland. He knew who it was.

I told Jax this was the Easter Bunny. Just kidding. He loves Alice in Wonderland. He knew who it was.

It's a small world, afterall... (Mom, me, Ian)

It’s a small world, afterall… (Mom, me, Ian)

Jax & the Lorax at Universal Studios. The Dr. Suess section is super awesome! We spent hours there!

Jax & the Lorax at Universal Studios. The Dr. Suess section is super awesome! We spent hours there!

My brother, Danny, and Jax, not afraid of Tic Toc Croc even one bit! (at Epcot)

My brother, Danny, and Jax, not afraid of Tic Toc Croc even one bit! (at Epcot)

Which is your favorite photo?

 

Happy Monday! While you’re reading this, I’m in Disneyworld! Follow me on Instagram if you want to keep up with my much-needed vacation! In the meantime, please enjoy this guest post written by a friend of mine, Kathy, and show her some comment love!

Expressive art is a mindbody technique that helps us experience life and the self on different and deeper dimensions.  Expressive art work is a wonderful component in therapeutic healing of emotional pain and suffering. Writing, meditating and drawing are ideal mindbody healing methods as they pull information from many parts of ourselves – thoughts, imagery and feelings.

I’ve always been a sort of “crafty” person. When I had more time, I loved to work on sewing projects, such as small quilts and colorful wall hangings. I love color and loved to put together outfits based on color.

But there was always something about using art materials that scared me! I don’t have any formal art training, so I kinda thought that using paints and pastels was better left to the trained artists! My sister is a wonderful trained fine artist and an art teacher, and I know what goes into her work!

So I let my self be intimidated by my limiting beliefs and fears! For many years, I had a fascination with art supplies, you know, clay and oil pastels and collaging. I put this interest aside as I studied all sorts of other healing methods: counseling psychology, guided imagery, Reiki, shiatsu, acupressure….then one day I cam across an expressive art training. I read the material and felt I could use it in my counseling practice.

The first weekend of the workshop, I approached with trepidation. We were asked to bring a sketch book to class. So I went out and bought my first sketch book!

The day of the class. the teacher carried in all sorts of art materials: oil pastels, chalk pastels, crayons, markers, buttons, ribbons, pictures from magazines, natural materials, fabric swatches.  I was in heaven! And I was definitely intimidated by the art materials!  My teacher introduced us to oil pastels for the first exercise.

Accompanied by beautiful music,  we were asked to draw expressively, letting our bodies move and express with colors and texture  how the music made us feel. So, using broad strokes and the smooth feel of oil pastels, I let my emotions move wordlessly through me onto the paper.

It was a soothing, stress-reducing experience for me. Using the art materials, the textures and the color, and the attitude of feeling and experiencing freely,  and not analyzing, was so freeing.

The teacher went on to teach us to use color and art materials to express our feelings of emotional and physical pain with a color, a shape, a movement. The right-brain experiential play-work turned out to be a wonderful way to integrate left-brain interpretative understanding of emotional material on a deeper intuitive level.

Expressive art work has no judgment around it; no one was to interpret anyone else’s expressive work.  So, another level of expressive art work is all around understanding and believing in yourself.

So, many years later, expressive art is a permanent part of my life, on both a personal and a professional level. Personally, I have filled several sketch books with wordless emotional material and interpretative writing and I always have a larger project in one stage or another on my work table in my office. In my counseling work with moms, I use the expressive art in sessions whenever I can fit it in, although many people suffer from that limiting fear of using art.

Here is a simple expressive art exercise you can use over and over again for your emotional self-care and healing from within:

Create a little safe healing space in your home, out out a piece of paper and some crayons or markers, whatever you have around the house. If you have time, maybe light a candle and set yourself up with some nice soothing, healing music ( I love Ashkara’s Weave’s Reiki music for healing).

Think about an issue, a thought or emotion, that is troubling you. Relax and sit quietly and meditate on this issue for a few moments. But get a body based feeling about this issue, on an emotional level.  Let yourself access the body feeling underneath the thoughts and emotions. Now invite, or ask quietly, for an image of this issue to emerge from the wordless place around this emotional material. And when you feel ready, come to the paper and draw without thinking, without analysis, how this image and emotional materials feels within you. Breathe deeply and stay relaxed.

Now,  let yourself write a bit about the emotional material. You can write all around the imagery and colors you just produced. Ask yourself what new insight and new self-understanding, new shifts you have experienced throughout this playful exercise. Let yourself sit in these emotional shifts.  Many thanks to Barbara Ganim for this expressive exercise.

I hope you enjoyed exploring expressive art as a healing technique. Please feel free to come over to my website for a friendly visit.

About Kathy
Kathy MorelliKathy Morelli, LPC, has a professional marriage and family counseling practice with a focus on pregnancy, birth, postpartum and trauma in Wayne, NJ. Kathy also offers phone consultations and web-based courses. She has a long-term interest in mindbody therapies and is trained in shiatsu, acupressure and Reiki. She writes and speaks on BirthTouch® for emotional and physical healing during pregnancy and Strengthen Our Mothers®  for emotional health. She has appeared at various universities and conferences across the country and writes for Lamaze’s Science & Sensibility and Giving Birth With Confidence. Kathy is a board member of Prevention and Treatment of Traumatic Childbirth (PATTCh) and is one of Postpartum Support International’s (PSI) Virtual Volunteers. Visit her at birthtouch.com and kathymorelli.com.

Every mother can probably think of a thousand strange things her child does that only a parent could love.

Conversations About Poop

My list begins with all our conversations, initiated by Jax, about poop. For example, this one: “Why do birds poop on cars? Why is their poop so sticky? They probably eat a lot of bread and butter and macaroni and cheese.” That’s a direct quotation from Jax, as we drove to daycare in the morning last week. It’s gross, all this focus on poop, but I do admire his curiosity about everything. And his question phase is still so brand new that I find it cute. I’m sure that won’t last much longer!

The Beauty of a Fish Oil Supplement

Every day, when I take my handful of vitamins and supplements, Jax tells me how much he loves my fish oil pill in particular. He thinks it is “beautiful” and asks if he’s allowed to hold it. I sometimes oblige, strategically hovering to ensure he doesn’t drop it around Rooney, although he’s eaten his fair share of fish oil pills and survived. I enjoy that my 3-year-old finds the beauty in a translucent, oval fish oil pill. It reminds me that beauty is all around us, if we just look, and that touch is powerful, necessary, transformative. I can honestly say I have never admired the beauty of a fish oil pill until Jax noticed it and made me see it his way.

This is what I have to jump over most mornings!

This is what I have to jump over most mornings!

Making a Bed on the Bathroom Floor

Most mornings, Jax lay on the bathroom floor while I shower. He doesn’t get in my way at all. He lets me shower mostly in peace the majority of the time. I hardly would notice he’s there, except that he usually forgets to close the bathroom door and I feel a rush of cold air. I try to remember, before I get in the shower, to bunch up my pajamas into a pillow shape for him, so he won’t have to lay his head on the cold tile floor. I think it’s adorable when he uses my pajama pillow.

Re-framing

Of course, those things I listed above sometimes drive me insane. Can you imagine hearing nonstop poop talk? I mean, who wants to think about poop for more than 1 second?! Or even at all?! And some days, I’d like to take my vitamins in peace, without my 3-year-old needing to play with them first. And what mother doesn’t miss pre-baby showering, when you could take as long as you wanted and not have to step over a child on the way out? Some days, I risk my life jumping–literally–out of a wet bath tub over my son, careful to try to land on the bathmat instead of the tile floor so I don’t break my back! All without losing my towel, no less!

I use reframing ALL. THE. TIME. You know the drill: Trying to change your self-talk from “Oh my god, how annoying!” to “Oh, how cute!” Most days, it works. Other days, not so much.

What I’d love to know is how to reframe a toddler climbing all over your body when you’re trying to accomplish a chore you hate, like folding laundry! Is it possible?

What do you love about your kid most of the time (but find annoying other times)?

 

Lorac eyesHaving a boy has made me cherish all things girly. Lately, my femininity is reaching new heights, which both intrigues and delights me yet also appalls the me I once was–the girl in black fishnets, dark lipstick, and safety pins way back when.

My style–and girlyness–evolved much from adolescence to adulthood. Years ago–I’m talking YEARS AGO (aka, late 90s)–my makeup consisted of a few lipsticks (all dark), black eyeliner, maybe a brown eyeliner, mascara certainly, and foundation–pale. I lived in gray and black clothing, matched with Doc Martens (which, funny enough, my husband just bought me for Christmas!) or Chuck Taylors–covered in poetry and safety pins. Then I graduated college, landed a real job at a newspaper, and suddenly found myself in a world of khakis and jean skirts. Not a boot in sight–unless it was purchased at Macy’s. I adapted, got all girlified, new clothes, new lipstick, the whole deal. And I kinda liked it.

Then I had a baby, and the makeup got dusty for a while. My baby turned into a little boy and, being an only child, he turned to me to be his playmate. No practical reason to apply lipstick when you’re crawling around the floor racing cars with a kid.

However…

As Jax became more and more independent, I found more time to apply makeup in the mornings. I rediscovered my love for it. And I love it all! I am now one of those women who don’t leave the house without a swipe of mascara on my eyes and a smear of color on my lips. My face is a fresh palette every day, and I’m having fun decorating it!

When this boymom feels exasperated by all the testosterone in the household–we even have a male dog–she puts on that rosy lipstick. Playing cars on the floor with Jax is fun and there are few things I love to do more than that. But smashing cars together with pink fingernails is so much better.

Taking a cue from my friend A’Driane, I’m experimenting (a little) with color. Color makes me feel pretty–who knew! I still wear a ton of gray and black, but I might now toss a yellow scarf around my neck or trade my silver hoops for some dangly purple earrings. Even on a Monday! Fancy!

This Christmas was the girliest ever. LORAC, Too Faced, and Lush dominated under the tree. There will be no laying around in my pajamas, unshowered, today–too much new makeup to try out! I think I’ll stray from my usual neutrals and give my eyelids a pop of color. If I don’t look like a clown, maybe you’ll find me on Instagram.

 

When I’m struggling for bloggy inspiration (like I am currently), I sometimes open the emails that flood my inbox, offering it. Like Mama’s Losin It or Plinky. This one from Plinky seems interesting enough to me tonight, admittedly after a glass and a half of wine:

“Choose and write about 5 (or 10) possessions that sum up who you are.”

First and foremost, the positivity notebook symbolizes my constant struggle to not be so negative. It also represents my constant yearning for growth and self-awareness.

Second, my iPhone is never out of reach for long. It is a lifeline, literally. There is nothing shameful about admitting this. My best friends are on the other end of that thing. Friends who’ve been there during the best and the worst of times in my life–they’re a tweet, a post, a text, or a phone call away, any time of night or day. And so am I. And I like and am proud of being (usually) accessible to those who need me.

Third, fourth, and fifth are a struggle to think of. There’s no way I’ll be able to name 10!

Ok, the third one’s obvious. The photographs I collect, both digitally and in print, summarize my life and all the memories to which I’m clinging. If my house were to catch on fire, I’d certainly grab the photo albums and books I’ve created over the years. I’m a photo junkie. This is probably because my memory is so atrocious that I rely on photographs to remind me of experiences.

My book collection, which spans 7 bookcases (some of which are floor-to-ceiling), also define me. The books I’ve read over the years have shaped who I am today. Future books will change the way I think and feel about things. I’m not happy unless I’m engrossed in a book (or more than 1 book).

My shoes define me. Kidding. I just can’t think of a fifth thing. It would have something to do with music, that much I know for sure.

What are 5 possessions that sum up who you are?