The End

18 October 2016

Well, the time has come.....  this road is coming to a close.

It is time for a new blog!   Because I'm about to become a MOM!

Say goodbye to TakeJune!  I started this blog almost 3 years ago.  I wrote while I was a single professional, into my courtship with Ryan, marriage, buying a house, and pregnancy!  What a load of transitions!  With a million trips and soulful experiences along the way.  And now, I'll let all these posts remain as a time capsule for myself, family, and friends!

We are moving over to my a new blog to capture a fresh, clean slate with the baby transition:

Joy in the Wind 

Let me know when you have arrived by leaving a comment over there!

Thanks for being on this journey with me.

Upward and onward,

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Birthing Meditation

17 October 2016

I did a cool birthing meditation the other night.

I imagined a small bucket of cool gel next to me.  It was being spread over my belly, causing the iciness to run through me and numb me and cool me down.

Then the bucket grew a little larger and it was a warm soapy mixutre.  It was rubbed over my belly, and I felt the sensations of soft, silky warmness spreading through me.

Then the bucket grew larger into a frothy foam that was just lightly chilled.  It was rubbed over my belly and soothed me again.

The bucket kept growing larger and larger, and I'd use my imagination to invent new textures and temperatures each time.  Bubbles.  Massages.  All different types of touch.  Until the bucket grew large enough into a nice warm tub, and I could climb in and feel completely enveloped in warmth.

Upward and onward,

Our Literal Family Tree

12 October 2016

Ryan and I went on a date this weekend to go tree shopping!

My brother Trevor had just left town, after staying with us for a week and a half, doing some clean-up landscaping for us.  This 1/4 acre lot that we live on is a garden.  We have every fruit tree and bush imaginable, and it was fun throughout the year to see what perennial plants kept popping up in the many flower beds.  But over time, and with our priority on other home projects, the plants grew bigger and bigger and bigger.  As did the weeds.  Occasionally Ryan and I would head outside and have a heck of a time in the late summer dusk, ripping out weeds from the beds.  But eventually all the plants were just too much, and we lived in a little forest of shrubbery and weeds.  Our house feels pretty secluded and charming with all the trees and plants, but we decided a mass exodus of plants needed to happen, and then we would begin mostly anew, planting flowers and shrubs and fruit trees that looked a little cleaner and a little less sporadic.  So that's what Trevor came down to do for us.

One particular tree in our front yard was axed on the final day Trevor was here.  It was dropping a strange under-ripe peach, or so we suspect.  Shedding pellets that were green and sickly and fuzzy-in-the-wrong-kind-of-way.  And each time I mowed, I had to pick them all up.  We decided to find a tree that wasn't so.... messy.

So, off Ryan and I went tree shopping!

We quickly found a Dappled Willow that was grafted into a tree.  It was perfect.

I feel like trees carry such symbolism of family roots and growing a posterity, which means even more to us as we are on the eve of bringing Baby Girl into the world.  I'm so excited that Ryan and I planted our first tree together, right as we start our literal family.  Now, we will watch this tree grow and grow, extending its branches, strengthening its roots, and drawing closer to the Sun.  Just like we will watch our children do.

I'm sure we'll gather plenty of memories sitting under this tree together as a family.

Upward and onward,

I loved sitting in my reading chair and watching Ryan plant the tree.  He's so handsome!

This tree is in the perfect view from the front window.

There she is!  Our Dappled Willow.

And this is what she will become.
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The Spirit of God

11 October 2016

Each day, I feel anticipation towards a certain time available to me. 

Reading my Book of Mormon.

Ever since I really dedicated myself to reading The Book of Mormon a couple weeks ago as more of a feast, and less of a water drip, I have really craved its daily influence (see here).  I look forward to the time each evening when I end my day, and I go to my room to sink back into the large purple pillows on my bed, rest my legs on my white comforter, open the pages of this book, pray out my heart - any fears or disappointments or questions that have arisen that day, and then I open myself to all connections as I read.

It's so comforting for me to know I have this time every day.   No matter where my heart and head are at each day, I can bring them with me in my study and feel some sort of resolve or expansion.   

So many recent experiences with the Book of Mormon have made me rely on the wisdom of Heavenly Father, when I can see now that my reliance was drifting towards the best inspiration of human minds.  There is much in this world that can touch us in a deeper way and bring out the best essence of us.  But there is nothing that is strong enough or grand enough to replace the influence of the Gospel of Christ.  I believe the pull from that source will always be the greatest. And I've found great connection to the authors who share their thoughts about it in The Books of Mormon, finding bits of my world reflected in theirs.

I once read:  The Book of Mormon is like a little piece of all the things that are in God's heart.   A piece of His heart that we can carry around with us and take out and look at whenever we please. And the more we look into His heart, the more our hearts begin to reflect the things in His. 

I can see His reflection more in everything, and I can feel more Spirit in myself.  I know that the Holy Ghost is speaking to my mind and heart in a more attuned manner. I love this quote by Parley P. Pratt:

It - [the Holy Ghost] - quickens all the intellectual faculties, increases, enlarges, expands, and purifies all the natural passions and affections and adapts them by the gift of wisdom to their lawful use.  It inspires, develops, cultivates, and matures all the fine-toned sympathies, joys, tastes, kindred feelings, and affections of our nature.  It inspires virtue, kindness, goodness, tenderness, gentleness, and charity.  It develops beauty of person, form, and features.  It tends to health, vigor, animation, and social feelings.  It invigorates all the faculties of the physical and intellectual man.  It strengthens and gives tone to the nerves.  In short it is, as it were, marrow to the bone, joy to the heart, light to the eyes, music to the ears, and life to the whole being.

Yes.  The Spirit - this whole Gospel - makes me feel so grounded, yet so lifted.  So safe with my frailties, yet so powerful and untouchable.  So comforted in my smallest disappointments and fears, yet soaring over the smallness with a really far-reaching and joyful perspective.  It enfolds all of human experience and taps it ten times brighter.

Upward and onward,

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Pregnant Goddess

10 October 2016

Being pregnant is akin to being a goddess.  Women, and men, alike are so drawn to the creation of life.  Being pregnant emits a magic spell that makes common strangers come over to me to talk.  The mail man at the post office, residents in my neighborhood as I walk away, employees at my client sites.  People want to give attention to this growing little babe and know more about her.  I love it!

Also, I don't have to hold my own cereal bowl.  That's royalty status.

Upward and onward,


09 October 2016

Prayed so much on Saturday.  What can I do to come out of my anxiety when it hits so hard?


Be non-resistant.  


Open up my body, unclench my fists, lay down and spread every part of me out in welcoming openness.  Just let the painful energy rush through me, be overcome, flooded, open, allow it.

Approach life this way.  Open.  Let it come, whatever it is.  If it is unpleasant, don't curl up and be panicked or frustrated against it.  Just allow it as what it is.

Upward and onward,

The scriptures lighten

Today, I felt beyond defeated.  I had an anxiety attack last night that left me so tired.

I know that I am subconsciously feeling the weight of upcoming labor, and it's compressing out of me through mental hyperactivity.  Anxiety is so painful and difficult.

Early this morning, I visited my friend Ashley to support her in her new business; she is so alive and full of light!

When I returned home, Ryan was still resting.  So I sat down in my reading chair and opened the scriptures to the second half of Mosiah.  I read and read and read.  I engrossed myself in the stories.  In the spirit.  In the declarations of repentance and forgiveness.  In the rising of Alma the Younger, his rebirth, the restoration of himself into a man of such honor.  In the patterns of war and pride that are continual on every page of the book.  The good never goes without pressure from the bad.  And I likened that to the course of one person.  The good and wholeness of one individual never goes without pressure and force from the bad.  I have felt the duality of good and evil inside of me lately.  I cried to Heavenly Father earlier, just like Nephi did in the Psalms of Nephi, about why I can't overcome these parts of myself that aren't all that becoming.

And the whole time I read, the spirit filled me brighter, stronger, with hope.  I so desperately need all of those things.  I thought of how the world anchors into me deeply.  Emotions, experiences.  Attachment for me is deep, and I grow weighted.  I feel like I'm always releasing.  Release.  Release.  Release.  I seek to keep myself touching all things loosely (just like I talk of here).

And after reading the scriptures, I felt the loosening.  I felt the softer touch.  The lighter insides.  The holiness that surrounds me and protects.  I NEED that.  I need all of this so badly.  I need God in my life.  I need this Spirit.  I need this unmangingly.  especially right now. 

I love these scriptures.

Upward and onward,

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Desire for my Children's Natures

08 October 2016

Yesterday I went to the temple and for the first time ever, I took my own names and did work for my own ancestors.  I did iniatories for several women in my maternal grandma's paternal line.  One of the woman was named Charlotte, and another was her daughter Francis.  While doing the work, I realized Charlotte had Francis when she was 28.  Just like me and my Charlotte.

I felt weepy yesterday.  Mostly due to fatigue, which wears down the power gears in myself to properly perceive and release things.  I had been feeling a lot of disappointment lately in the nature of others.  I'm working on not sinking in the presence of low energy. 

And yesterday, when I was walking out of the temple, I realized what if I feel disappointment in my children?  I want to exert the best possible influence for them, but I know they will also come to earth as their Own Self.  And their Own Self may not care to improve negative traits or uplift themselves; they may just want to run with the pack of least resistance and be someone difficult and draining.  And I feel saddened that the disappointment in others has made me so wary in the nature of my children. 

I find comfort in my patriarchal blessing and how it says near the end that in my later years in life, I will feel comforted and extremely blessed by my children.  I will be so proud of them!  And I feel comfort reflecting on the character and nature of the man I married.  With such a strong patriarchal example, I am sure I will see the effects of that quickly on my children. 

So I know I know I have nothing to worry about; these thoughts coming out of the temple are just thwarting me.  I will have good children!

Upward and onward,


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Book Review | Wherever You Go, There You Are

03 October 2016

Wherever You Go, There You Are by Jon Kabat Zinn

Really comprehensive take on meditation.  There are so many approaches, and Jon Kabat-Zinn really prefers stillness, empty space, being fully present and aware.  Very similar to Eckhart Tolle's philosophies.  Compare this to Creative Visualizations by Shakti Gawain who's approach to meditation has more movement - drawing energy, visualizing your power, dreams, and light.  The latter type of meditation follows my approach more, but, I still enjoyed this book.  It was very much - take what I need and leave the rest.  Some parts were really insightful and others were dull.


Generosity - (I recorded this entire chapter.  Definitely a message for me.  This chapter alone will grant this book a slot in my bookshelf.  That's a hard place for a book to get :)

See if you can be in touch with a core within you which is rich beyond reckoning in all important ways.  Let that core start radiating its energy outwardly, through your entire body, and beyond.  Experiment with giving away this energy-- in little ways at first-- directing it toward yourself and toward others with no thought of gain or return.  Give more than you think you can, trusting that you are richer than you think.  Celebrate this richness.  Give as if you had inexhaustible wealth.  This is called "kingly giving."  I am not talking solely of money or material possessions, although it can be wonderfully growth-enhancing, uplifting, and truly helpful to share material abundance.  Rather, what is being suggested here is that you practice sharing the fullness of your being, your best self, your enthusiasm, your vitality, your spirit, your trust, your openness, above all, your presence.  Share it with yourself, with your family, with the world.

Noticing the resistance to the impulse to give, the worries about the future, the feelings that you may be giving too much, or the thought that it won't be appreciated "enough," or that you will be exhausted from the effort, or that you won't get anything out of it, or that you don't have enough yourself.  Consider the possibility that none of these are actually true, but that they are just forms of inertia, constriction, and fear-based self-protections... which rub up against the world and cause us and others pain and a sense of distance, isolation, and diminishment.  Giving sands down such rough edges and helps us become more mindful of our inner wealth.  By practicing mindfulness of generosity, by giving, and by observing its effects on ourselves and others, we are transforming ourselves, purifying ourselves, discovering expanded versions of ourselves.

If I become a center of love and kindness in this moment, then in a perhaps small but hardly insignificant way, the world now has a nucleus of love and kindness it lacked the moment before.


[Concentration] is cultivated by attending to one thing, such as the breath, and just limiting one's focus to that.  "Onepointedness."

It is a great gift to oneself to be able periodically to cultivate [concentration] over an extended period of time.


I always come away from [angry feelings] feeling that there is something inadequate about anger, even when I am objectively on high ground.  Its innate toxicity taints all it touches.  If its energy can be transmuted to forcefulness and wisdom, without the smoke and fire of self-absorption or self-righteousness, then its power multiplies, and so does its capacity to transform both the object of the anger and the source.  So, if you practice purposefully expanding the context of the anger right in those very moments that it is arising and peaking, knowing that there must be something larger and more fundamental that you are forgetting in the heat of the emotion, then you can touch an awareness inside yourself which is not attached to or invested in the anger-fire... In this way, it helps us cook the anger, digest the anger, so that we can use it effectively.

Dignity - (another chapter that really resonated with me, and I wrote down the whole thing).

Sitting down to meditate, our posture talks to us.  It makes its own statement.  You might say the posture itself is the meditation.  If we slump, it reflects low energy, passivity, a lack of clarity.  If we sit ramrod-straight, we are tense, making too much of an effort, trying too hard...  "Sit in a way that embodies dignity," everybody immediately adjusts their posture to sit up straighter, but not stiffen.  Faces relax, shoulders drop, head, neck, and back come into easy alignment.  The spine rises out of the pelvis with energy.  Everybody seems to instantly know that inner feeling of dignity and how to embody it.... When we take our seat in meditation and remind ourselves to sit with dignity, we are coming back to our original worthiness.

"The state of mind that exists when you sit in the right posture is itself enlightenment.  These forms [sitting meditation] are not the means of obtaining the right state of mind.  To take this posture is itself the right state of mind."  Shunru Suzuki Roshi

Hand mudras can embody different energies.  Hands palms down on your knees - self-containment, not looking for anything more, just digesting what is.   Palms up - open to energy from above, making yourself available to higher insights, priming a willingness to resonate with energies we usually think of as elevated, divine, celestial, cosmic, universal, of a higher order and wisdom...  As you practice being more in touch with your hands in sitting meditation, see if this doesn't have on influence on the way you touch.  Opening a door.  Touching another person, with no gaining idea, just presence and caring.

Meditation in Motherhood-

You could look at each baby as a little Buddha or Zen master, your own private mindfulness teacher, parachuted into your life, whose presence and actions were guaranteed to push every button and challenge every belief and limit you had, giving you continual opportunities to see where you were attached to something and to let go of it.

If you are devoted to your own meditation practice, they will come to know it and see it, and accept it matter of factly, as part of life, a normal activity.  They may even sometimes be drawn to imitate you.  The point is, the motivation to learn meditation and to practice should for the most part originate with them.

"Renew thyself completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again."  -Thoreau

"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."  -Oliver Wendell Holmes

"The Master sees things as they are, without trying to control them.  She lets them go their own way, and resides at the center of the circle."  -Lao-Tzu

Bhavana translates as "development through mental training."  To me, this strikes the mark; meditation really is about human development.  It is a natural extension of cutting teeth, growing an adult-sized body, working and making things happen in the world, raising a family, going into debt of one kind or another.

Another way to look at meditation is to view the process of thinking itself as a waterfall, a continual cascading of thought.  In cultivating mindfulness, we are going beyond or behind our thinking, much the way you might find a vantage point in a cave or depression in the rock behind a waterfall.  We still see and hear the water, but we are out of the torrent.

If you look up the word "spirit" in the dictionary, you will find that it comes from the Latin, spirare, meaning "to breath."  The inbreath is inspiration; the outbreath expiration.

Ready and EXCITED!

Yesterday I began packing my delivery bag.  I have been so eager and excited to go into labor and bring Charlotte out.  I packed a little outfit for Charlotte and a little snuggly blanket.  I was so happy!

Preparing for this delivery has been such a highlight for me.  Last week, I was driving through a part of Provo where I used to train for my marathons, and then where I later ran them.  I also thought about this part of town where I studied endlessly for my CPA license, and then went and took the test.  I thought of how these experiences have been sooo much like preparing for labor, and I have enjoyed it so much.  I quite like pushing myself and aiming for something that seems so impossible.  I remember with my marathons and with CPA testing, in the beginning there is just pure feelings of ammunition.  I am motivated and focused and giving everything I have to the goal.  And then, as the time gets closer and the goal is suddenly near and looming in sight, there is always a period of a couple weeks where I feel huge doubt and nervousness.  And this is usually paired with having to pull back in my training or my studies because I am just fatigued.  What was I thinking?  I can't accomplish something this big.  This is beyond my abilities.  

The same happened with preparing for this labor.  Several weeks ago, those nerves hit, and I felt shaky.  This is going to be so intense.  I don't think I can do this.  

So I pulled back in my preparations, re-centered, and now I feel ready as ever!  I love this feeling - approaching such a huge endeavor and knowing how much effort I've put into this.  I don't believe in trying to control or manipulate the experience, but simply to believe it will a peaceful and comfortable experience for me.  And I am open to however this time needs to go; however my body works to make it happen.

Upward and onward,

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General Conference is Gold

02 October 2016

I love General Conference so much.  Yesterday, I was so happy to be watching that I vacuumed the whole house, cleaned the bathrooms, baked bread, made some apple snacks and fish tacos.  And Trevor is in town this week, and it's been fun to have him watching all the sessions with us.

This session, I really felt drawn to the spirit and power of the General Authorities.  This is not an easy world to lead.  They put themselves in a really vulnerable position, like Samuel the Lamanite on the wall.  They are criticized and mocked, etc.  Yet I value that they are so unwavering.  I'm sure they feel the forces against them at times, but they still have so much love and confidence.  I want to be like them so badly.  I want their fortitude.  I prayed for it this morning.

Upward and onward,

Book Review - Bonds That Make Us Free

30 September 2016

I read this entire book in one sitting.  I was partly in a really-reading mood, and partly because we were getting a security system installed on our house, and so I had to remain centrally-located so the installer could ask me questions if needed.  Sitting in my comfy front room chair for 3 hours and reading worked out perfectly.

Ultimately, a good book.  I really admire C. Terry Warner and James Ferrell, because I like their endeavors to raise human consciousness in regards to relationships and dealing with others in all settings.  This book mirrors concepts to their other books:  Leadership & Self-Deception, Anatomy of Peace, The Peacegiver.

And now, my favorite quotes from the book:


The kind of people we are cannot be separated from the world around us.

To the extent that others are not real to us, we are guarded, alienated, and hardened... We get wrapped up in ourselves, worried about gathering evidence of our worth.

I-You and I-Thou, signifying how we are when we regard others as having their own inward lives and when we respect their hopes and needs as we do our own.

"Do you love yourself in the theater or the theater in yourself?"  In other words, "Do I love what I am doing, or do I love myself in doing it?"

>> I added this thought to my "Motherhood Journal."  Because I may not always love the tasks of what I am doing in motherhood, but I can love myself in doing it.  That self-love will cultivate better habits, better outlooks, better quiet time for myself, etc.

"Every force," says the Tao te Ching, "calls a counter-force."  But love is a power unmitigated.  It allows others their freedom.  Most ironically, it "compels" them to use that freedom.  They must respond one way or the other to our love.  If they yield, they do what love has invited them to do, which is to love us in return.  If they resist, they refuse that invitation and find a way to think of us as their enemy.

The teacher takes care never to give advice.  Why?  Because some individuals resent having others take over their judgment and tell them how to direct their lives, even if the advice givers are billed as experts.

                   >> HA!  So me!  This quote is SO me.

Can we trust our feelings?  The answer is:  It depends on what kind of feelings they are.  If they are feelings that come when we are yielding to the truth, we can trust them; if not, they will lead us astray.

Upward and onward,

Sphere of Influence: EFT Release

27 September 2016

I just did a really cool EFT session.

Certain things latch onto me so tightly; most things I let go so easily.  But yesterday, something hit the part of me that sticks.  A benign little judgement.  And I think through a tumble of things yesterday, it resulted in some anxiety last night, and then this morning, I felt powerlessness to this trapped emotion and my fatigue.  Which can result in a negative downward spin as my mind gets tighter and more unable to relax and get proper rest.  But with the upcoming birth, I am so determined to not let anything tighten within me, because blocked emotions will inhibit me from full relaxation in labor and will cause pain.

I laid in a cool bath and tried to figure out how to release this.  Meditation works really well for me when I am already released and liberated, but when I have something blocked inside of me, I cannot get very deep and my mind darts around.  I wondered if I should go see Janece - my friend who is a hypnotherapist, or Sharla or Shelley - my BodyTalk friends.

I decided after my bath I would do an EFT session.  I sat down on my bedroom floor and performed the practice out loud.  I began by tapping my hand and doing a lot of acceptance statements.  Accepting that I am someone who holds certain emotions tightly.  Someone who is influenced easily by this particular thing that happened.  All ending in "I still love and accept myself deeply."  Gah, that feels so good to say and really feel it.

Then I started through the tapping routine, first tapping through the specific situation and what I was feeling.  Then tapping through a bunch of "What if" questions, saying "What if I let this go?"  And then tapping through a series of "I have let go."  And then tapping through a series of "I am now full of safety, happiness, confidence, etc."

I focused a lot on my body and heart, releasing and letting go, and then, I intuitively moved towards strengthening my "My sphere of influence," as I came to call it.  Which is the energy around me that I allow to influence what I feel and think, coming from people or memories.  Observing things standing too close to me that shouldn't be there.  My Sphere of Influence should be guarded and protected and sacred.  So I pushed all these things out of it, and I strengthened it firmly and powerfully.  I must do this more often!

Once I was finally complete, I immediately noted a huge shift.  The frustration of this small situation was gone.  My mind felt no need to keep trying it back and flooding my body again - it was just vacant.  There was no power to get it back.  And moreso, my "sphere of influence" as I deemed it in this session felt SOO pure and powerful.  It had been cleared of all people who hold little critical voices in my mind.  I felt in control and happy and energetic!

I put on my Jason Derulo station and danced around and did some pregnancy stretches and labor exercises.  I felt so strong and confident and happy.  It was amazing!!  I made the bed, cleaned the room, danced around.

Really awesome shift.  I am SOOO happy these tools are available to me.

Upward and onward,

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Thinking of the Atonement as my Personal Altar

25 September 2016

I've been mulling over some thoughts about the Atonement for awhile, and I expressed them for the first time in Relief Society today because they correlated with the lesson.  A number of women came up to me afterwards and expressed such sincere appreciation for how much my words helped them.  Truly, the feeling was grand.  I felt connected to so many women.  That feeling of being looked squarely in the eyes and hearing, "Thaaaank yoooou for saying what you did" and knowing that we all feel the same at times.  I love that connection.

I expressed-

The first example of sacrifice we ever see in the scriptures is when Abraham brings his son Isaac to the altar to offer him up to God.  The altar then becomes the first symbol of exchange between us as humans and God, where we offer something of ours to Him, and He promises something in return.

God continues to teach us through this idea of exchanging ourselves across an altar before Him.  We see our own altar really clearly in the ordinances of baptism and the Sacrament.

When we partake in the baptismal ordinance, we are performing a sacrifice of ourselves – our first exchange across a symbolic altar.  We bring our sins and repentant heart to God and exchange them for the Holy Ghost.  Then, each week, the Sacrament becomes our symbolic altar to renew the original baptismal exchange.  We create come to God with our broken hearts and contrite spirits, and we exchange them for His forgiveness and the Holy Ghost again.  Also, our evening prayers of repentance can serve as this same symbolic offer – putting our shortcomings and sadness on the altar and receiving forgiveness and comfort in exchange.  And so continually and frequently, we are coming to His altar of sacrifice and letting go and receiving better.

So the Atonement and “altar” have become synonymous in my mind.  The Atonement is always an exchange between something of our human selves and something of God’s Higher Self.  Here is our fumbling, and here is God’s touch.  We come to the Atonement altar with a sin, and we seek forgiveness.  We come to the altar with a despondent heart, and we seek comfort.  We come to the altar with doubt, and we seek reassurance.
And we must come to the altar over and over and over again.

And when Satan comes to attack us with discouragement and shame, trying to make us feel bad about something we did, we can say, "No, I don't have to.  I have already taken it to the altar and exchanged it with God."

We are fully freed in every exchange across the altar of the Atonement.

I always ponder on this quote from Elder Holand:

“We must be willing to place all that we have, not just our possessions (they may be the easiest things of all to give up), but also our ambition and pride and stubbornness and vanity--we must place it all on the altar of God, kneel there in silent submission, and willing walk away.”

The Atonement is so beautiful.

Even when you write out the word "aTonemenT," you can connect the tops of the T's and create a table structure - an altar.  Ha, anyway,

Upward and onward,


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