Good Natured Mom

We are all just walking each other home. -Ram Dass


On Morning Rituals

My morning routine goes like this:

Wake – around 5:30

Start the coffee pot

Grab my phone and begin Headspace, my meditation ap

Read the daily Mass readings



But today I decided to change it up. I flipped the order of the last three. The meditation is last, so that I can think about the Bible readings and pray during the 15 minutes I dedicate to clearing my mind of clutter.

I go through my prayer requests in order of urgency.

For healing from cancer

For strength

For healing from colitis

For justice and truth – and an open heart

For protection

For relationships

We have some serious crap going down in my family right now. Its crazy. I take stock of the  troubles and think “this doesn’t happen to normal people.” And I’m straight up normal. But life is flowing, it all its weirdness. And I’m swept up in its current.

So I pray for resolutions, for peace, for and end in sight. I know that God is in control and I surrender the outcomes to a higher power. That whatever happens is part of the divine plan.

And I expect miracles to happen. There will be miracles. Life will unfold according to God’s amazing plan. A plan I cannot begin to imagine. And the craziness, the illnesses, the loneliness, the scariness will evolve into experiences that shape me and the people I love. And everyone else they touched.

And life will go on.

I like this new order to my morning routine. I believe its been out of order for a while and that I’ve got it all straightened it out now.

Time to run some intervals for 50 minutes.  And then … get ready for work.

Let’s see if I can get there on time today.

Have a great day people!





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Mother Love

Another Kane wedding…another love story…families and friends coming together to celebrate…

The wedding itself was beautiful. The bride wore a glittery, sparkly dress with a gorgeous pouffe of something soft and billowy at the hem. My nephew was dashingly handsome in his black tuxedo and beaming smile. Set outside in a garden, with violin playing, and flowers in abundance…totally and completely – picture perfect. They said their vows and off we went to a grand room, festooned with tulle and twinkling lights. It was one of those “every little girl’s dream” kind of places and we were all so very happy for the newlyweds. Perfect match, perfect day, perfect place.


Joey and Nikki  created a strong bond long before they married. Joey is a soldier. Nikki was his childhood friend. When deployed to Afghanistan, she kept him going. She stayed in contact with him and kept him thinking about life outside of war. Once stateside, she helped him ease back into life after deployment. I have no idea what my precious young nephew endured in Afghanistan, but I know it was bad. And I prayed that he would be protected from physical and emotional harm. I think, without realizing it, I was actually praying for Nikki. Because I believe that Joey’s return to us, whole and intact, was in large part due to the love and concern Nikki had for him. So Joey proposed to his friend…

Such a beautiful story…such promise of a happy life together…

But, for me, the most special moment occurred during a conversation I had with my sister in law, the mother of the groom. Joey’s mom and I have many things in common. But we’ve had our disagreements too. And sometimes I’m not sure where I stand with her. This time it was different.

At the reception, my sister in law made her way to each dinner table, stopping to chat with guests.  At our turn, I mentioned that she was a lucky mom to have such a wonderful son and beautiful new daughter in law. Her eyes welled with tears. She told us that Joey had a bit of a rough time when he returned home from Afghanistan. She told us how Nikki helped save him. She told us she was so grateful for Nikki’s presence in their lives. We locked eyes…I don’t think I’ve ever looked that deeply at my sister in law. It was as if I could see inside her heart. And it was full of the purest kind of  love…mother love.


Sacred Running

I woke up to some sad news Saturday morning. One of the members of my triathlon community suffered the most unthinkable loss this week. Her teenage son committed suicide. We learned this through our facebook group – an uplifting, positive sort of virtual community of (mostly) women (moms) who share triathlon tips, advice and support. This mom shared her gut wrenching news and said she felt selfish about her own training – that maybe she should have been more present for her son. I hurt for her to have this thought in her head. God only knows the kind of suffering her son endured and why this sad ending occurred.

Our facebook community, a group of strangers to this woman and in many ways, to each other, embraced her and sent their prayers and healing thoughts. They facebook hugged, comforted with messages and prayers and sent all sorts of healing love. Many in this community dedicated their workouts  and races this weekend to her in a show of unity and support. One rode 100 miles on her bike  trainer (indoors) and others ran in the oppressive heat. They did triathlons with #hugsforCara tattooed on their arms in permanent marker as a constant reminder to pray and channel love toward her. All of this as a form of communal prayer for our hurting sister.

This kind of communal caring lifted her up. We turned our runs, or swims, or bike rides into prayer and focused on “other” and not “self”. The love generated from these sacred workouts came as we transferred our personal physical pain and discomfort and sent healing thoughts to another. We ached for our friend and tried in the only way we could to ease her pain.

Our community comes together as a forum to discuss triathlon and all its facets, plus family, work and everything else that happens along the way and how we manage to keep it all together. We accomplish that and we learn so much from each other. And when one of our group sends out an SOS, we answer in the most meaningful way….through our sacrificial sweat and pain and miles and miles of triathlon.