:: noticing the moments ::

taking some time to reflect upon my week…

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:: despite temperatures dipping early in the week (winter coats were back on), spring is arriving…trees are budding, tulips are pushing through, birds are everywhere…and i love my two perched by the window, watching

:: over the weekend, sharing a bit about transition and motherhood here

:: tuesday was coldcoldcold and rainyrainyrainy…warm tea in the afternoon was just the ticket

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:: reading this with the kids…i love reading aloud to them at bedtime

:: reading this myself

:: the kids made homemade pizza the other night…so impressed with their edible creations


:: a 3-day {smoothie} cleanse this week…always such an interesting experience…so much more than the food

:: a movie with friends

:: easter egg dyeing…we went marbleized this year {a little awesome}…directions here

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happy spring and happy easter!  and i’m wondering how your week was…

sending a little love your way, m





on hands and knees
because i see no other way
rag wet and
the smell of cleaning liquid filling my nostrils
i move
slowly across the floor
not relishing the task at hand but
knowing it must be done
because really
who else is going to do this


in my lack of relish
still i find a certain
in the rhythm of my hands
in the thumping of my knees as
i move
from one corner to another
until all the corners have been reached and
i sit back on my heels
and nod with satisfaction as the wet shine of
my floor my clean floor
back to me


sending a little love your way, m

p.s.  see what i mean??



every moment a poem


the other day i was mulling over a quote {see below}.  i don’t usually share my journal entries here, but it seems that’s what’s calling me today.  so here we go.  a journal riff, if you will…

every moment is a poem if you hold it right.  ~ lauren zuniga

these words speak to me.  feel so true.  deep down.  like yes, this, THIS is what i want to tell people.  THIS is what i want to share and help people understand.  the moments – all of them – the good ones and the shitty ones are poems, all works of art.  can we stop just for a moment – can we hear the traffic rushing by or the lone mockingbird’s call or the running dishwasher? what do these sounds do to us?  can we feel the wood of desk or chair, worn smooth from years of use – dented perhaps by a toy dropped when it was still new?  and can you still hear the gasp you made at that first dent and can you remember the sinking feeling upon gazing at that dent in the $$$ tabletop? but it’s only two months old, says one.  but he’s only three years old, says two. and it’s a kitchen table.  and we’re a family sitting round this table.  this is our life.  we will leave our marks, whether dents in tabletop or otherwise. please, let us leave our marks.  let’s not skirt our way through, being careful not to drop things or bump into one another.  let’s bump and reach out a hand to steady one another.  each of those bits – the bumps, the reaches, the dented tabletops, the mockingbird – all poems.  let’s celebrate it all, give it and them the justice they deserve.  can we pause for one moment – at a traffic light, on the toilet for gods sake – just stop and take a deep breath? and note what’s going on around us.  not rushing each and every day from one thing to the next – because, sure, those days happen – but we don’t have to live that way daily.  we really don’t.  we can choose other.  we can choose different.  we can choose the poems.  we can write the poems – in our journals and blogs and emails and letters.  we can write them in our hearts and in our sighs and in our touches.  when i reach out to touch your cheek, your arm, your hand – do you feel that poem?  because i wrote that poem, just for you.


sending a little love {and a poem} your way, m



little bits


little bits make me happy.  a cup of tea, a breeze, a kiss, a tiny little bouquet.

yesterday was beautiful and spring-like and we spent some time outdoors. my daughter found these little weeds flowers and brought them to me.  she has done this for years now, and i love every bunch she collects.

i love that she sees beauty when she finds these tiny blooms peppering the ground, love that she gathers and gifts the beauty, love that she is so eager in her endeavor.  little bits…which touch me deeply.

some days i feel disconnected {yesterday was one}.  it is these little bits that bring tears to my eyes; it is these little bits that bring me center; it is these little bits that bring me to grace.

i tell you this
to break your heart,
by which i mean only
that it break open and never close again
to the rest of the world.  ~ mary oliver


happy april to you.  happy national poetry month.  {did you know?!}
and happy wishes for little bits that bring you exactly what you need.

sending a little love your way, m







i’m warning you that this post is going to be full of randomness; i can feel it, before i finish typing this first sentence.  if you’re looking for cohesive thoughts today, this might not  be the spot for you.  i wrote last week about feeling a shift…the movement, the stillness and rest i was feeling in that movement. and i guess i’m still feeling that.  sort of.  but i’m also feeling incredibly congested and the accompanying sneezing and nose-blowing is kind of ruffling my feathers a bit.  sigh.

much of sunday was spent on the sofa, cozied up under a fleece blanket with this book in hand.  my daughter sweetly made sure i was tucked properly and had a stuffed animal to sit with me.  it was the perfect day to be lazy. although my son and husband were decidedly not lazy as they ran a 5K that morning.  and my son – intending to just run casually – set his PR {that’s runner speak for personal record} of 23 minutes.  um, yeah…good thing my husband ran that with him, because even on a day when i’m not congested, i cannot run a 5K in 23 minutes.  ahem.

so those daisies you see above are resting on our kitchen table.  they’re almost a week old and still looking fresh as…yep, a daisy.  apparently there’s a reason people say that.  i’ve got a smaller bouquet of daisies on my bathroom sink.  it makes me inordinately happy to brush my teeth and gaze at fresh flowers.  i don’t buy flowers often but i think maybe i should, given where they fall on my happiness scale.  noted.

my daughter’s birthday is next week and she’s having a few friends over this weekend to celebrate.  fortunately, it’s a small gathering and she doesn’t need themes or frivolities.  she just wants to play with her friends and have cupcakes.  i can do that.  i’ll be making these, and the girls will handle the decorating.  then we’ll send the girls home with these…a mix of flower seeds nestled in each eggshell.  and i mention this only because i thought you might be interested for your own garden {because once sprouted, and once the ground has thawed, you just pop the eggshell right into the ground…awesomely easy, right?} or maybe you have need of a little springtime gift for someone.  because really, who wouldn’t love this?  of course, if i were really on the ball, we would have planted our flower seeds weeks ago so that the girls would have little sprouts peeking out of the shells. yes, well…

also, because i’m not really on the ball, we are just now saving the eggshells. needless to say, there are a lot of eggs being eaten…which makes my son very happy as he will get eggs every morning for breakfast this week.  what’s that you say, quiche for dinner?  great idea!  in fact, since i don’t have a favorite quiche recipe, i was googling recipes yesterday morning and came upon this one.  i won’t make it because – aside from the onions, mushrooms, and artichoke hearts which certain people in this house would not stand for {and i know, i know…i could omit/substitute} – i just can’t be okay with an entire {even 7/8} stick of butter.  not with the cheese and heavy cream as well.  but holy wow it looks good, and i bet it’s amazing.  so that begs the question: anyone out there have a favorite quiche recipe to share?  please?

well, i think that’s enough drivel for now.  i’ll leave you with this:
here i am, where i ought to be.  ~louise eldrich~

honoring you, wherever you may be.  and
sending a little love your way, m