Nov 02, 2011 | posted in Personal | 4 comments

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Ignore the awkward angle and the Cyrano de Bergerac-esque snout, and try to tap in to how this image feels, because it’s a reflection of my very SOUL.

Today.felt.good. Very good.

Everything felt normal.

Right.

Perfect. . .

and I basked in all the perfect normalness until I was saturated through and through.

I felt like me. And I liked it.

Driving familiar roads, seeing familiar faces, hearing the familiar roar of the ocean. . . yes, it was a very good day.

The truth is, I miss my old life. I miss my friends. I miss my house. AND I MISS THE OCEAN. Boy do I miss the ocean.  But again, and again, and again, home is where we are, together. The only “wrongness” of this day, was the absence of the people who belong here right along with me. I love them more than familiarity, friendship and every drop in the ocean combined, times 10. I don’t want to be anywhere they’re not. So there.

I love you Raleigh, Cardon, Lincoln and Richie. Thank you for being way awesomer than every other thing on the planet. See you soon! Nat Nat/Mom

PS. Can’t wait for Kellin’s wedding on Saturday! OOOOOH! Please let there be SUN!
PPS. I leave HI on Sunday to begin filming an exciting new project. Stay tuned for the 411, yo.

The childhood vaccination debate is not one that I found myself anxious to join–for a zillion very obvious reasons, then ten more just for good measure. I needed time for my head to clear, for my emotions to even out and frankly, to get my facts straight before I jumped into the ring.

Now here we are (Richie and I, together), nearly 2 years later, talking from a place of confidence, understanding and compassion. There is no hate or anger behind any of our feelings as they relate to childhood vaccinations. There is no discord or frustration, only love, empathy and a desire to help others understand a perspective that often has no voice.

PS. As you read this, I’m on a plane to Hawaii. Niener, niener.

Oct 27, 2011 | posted in Baby Gavin, Inspire, Personal | 9 comments

handling what’s hard.

This week was hard in an inexplicable kind of way. I just felt really jumbled, confused and disoriented all week long—feelings that grief, unfortunately, has acquainted me with all too well.

I’m sorry the last few days have been so saturated with sorrow. It’s simply what is. I’ll pull it together when I’m ready.

In the mean time, I’m resting in this beautiful painting. If I play pretend, I can almost feel his warm little body against my chest—his weight centering me. . . keeping my heart and mind connected to the things that matter most.

Gosh I miss him.

But handling what’s hard is simply a part of this Earthly existence. Our ability to find calm within the inevitable storms of mortality is developed line upon line, as we trust in Him and retain an eternal perspective. Right? Right.

So on we’ll march. One foot joyfully in front of the other, until one day, all is made right again.

N

PS. This masterpiece was painted by my sweet cousin Ash Mae. If I had all the rainbows in all the world they wouldn’t be enough to help you see just how much light and joy this woman brings to the world. And thank you to Mom for commissioning her to paint it for me! Mom, I love you more than every star in the heavens . . . times infinity.

Oct 26, 2011 | posted in Inspire, on the agenda, Personal | 2 comments

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Sorry I went rogue last week and forgot to blog. Truth was, I didn’t have reliable internet access– for an entire week. (My definition of Heaven on Earth).

It was so nice to just BE.

I feel like being, in the sense of being totally present in life, is something we have to really fight for in today’s day and age.  I’m here to tell you, the fight is ALWAYS worth it, 1,000%.

Truth is, I really needed this.

I really needed time away from this new life I’m trying to navigate. The world is vastly different here from home. Faster, louder, all together crazier. I’m happy here in Arizona, don’t get me wrong. I am, after all, “a bloom where you’re planted” kind of gal, but it’s an adjustment (to say the very least).

I’m so thankful for the time we spent near the ocean, soaking in the soft, humid air, breathing in friendship and laughter and so much love it made you crazy.

Yes, I needed a break. I needed the ocean. I needed my family. I needed my friends. . . I needed some time to just be.

N

Oct 25, 2011 | posted in Baby Gavin, Sounds of Pertussis | 12 comments

Today, I did something that I’ve been really, really afraid of. I spoke to a reporter about childhood vaccinations.

For the past year and a half, I’ve been an open advocate for the importance of adult booster vaccines. I’ve been actively involved in the Sounds of Pertussis Campaign where, in conjunction with the March of Dimes, we’ve promoted the importance of the Tdap booster to create a sort of “cacoon of protection” around infants who are too young to have yet received their Pertussis vaccination.

But childhood vaccinations? This, my friends, is a whole new ballgame.

I’m afraid I’m heading blindly into a war zone. . .  like a lamb to the slaughter, you might say. Only time will tell.

Dear world, Go easy on me, K? I didn’t ask for any of this.

N