the wheelbarrow is getting a lot of use around here. there is a pile of mulch at the top of our driveway...a pile which seems to be frozen in its immensity despite the seemingly endless shoveling of mulch into said wheelbarrow. after this weekend {which involved a lot of shoveling and wheelbarrowing} i finally feel like … Continue reading on wheelbarrows and finding silence
Tag: conscious living
the stories
my story your story told each day in our movements and attitudes and general doings the story of a veggie wrap for lunch or hot cocoa with almond milk and spices for breakfast the story of kids kneeling in the dirt and digging a hole deep and wide for a blueberry bush the story of spring … Continue reading the stories
a virtual stroll
my sweet friend lisa asked me to join in on a little blog tour. and seeing as how i pretty much adore her and i pretty much relish a chance to press the pause button and engage in a little reflection, i said yes. if you'd like to see lisa's responses to these same questions, you … Continue reading a virtual stroll
:: noticing the moments ::
taking some time to reflect upon my week... :: 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 :: … Continue reading :: noticing the moments ::
movement
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 yet in my lack of relish still i … Continue reading movement
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 … Continue reading every moment a poem