It’s rainy, it’s sunny, it’s warm, it’s cold. I stay inside, go outside, curl up, stretch out. I watch the news, teach yoga, talk to family and friends; I bake chocolate chip cookies and bread. There is dismay, disbelief, connection, creativity, a turning inward while being called to look out. This week holds a bit of everything, it holds … Continue reading wanting more
Tag: parenthood
it’s funny…
It’s funny how tears surprise on an ordinary morning. How I can happily sip a latte that is vanilla, delicious, decadent and listen to Snow Patrol, and then, all of a sudden, my eyes well up. So that if my eyes were actual wells and I dipped two buckets, one in each eye, I would haul up … Continue reading it’s funny…
When a Mistake Becomes a Flower
I love when my kids remind me of important things. Especially when it’s important as in this is how you might do life. I recently bought a supply of wite-out pens and I kind of love them. So handy. While I don’t mind crossing things out when they change and need re-scheduling, it irks me … Continue reading When a Mistake Becomes a Flower
hush
they're really into dragons. especially drawing and coloring them. they've got a binder with plastic sleeves full of dragons. all with individual names and powers. i love that they do this together. i love that they ask to use my "good" colored pencils. and i love that they leave them spread out on the floor. … Continue reading hush
:: noticing the moments ::
i used to do these [noticing the moments] posts at the end of the week,and i used to do them routinely. but it's been a while, hasn't it? and since i've got a new line-up for fridays, i thought i'd put one of these together for today. whenever i write these posts, i end up … Continue reading :: noticing the moments ::
the little things
it's the little things... :: the way fading blooms on the hydrangea bush gently transition me from one season to another. :: the way, each night, the last words exchanged between me and my daughter are 'sweetie dreamies'. once these words have been uttered, if any conversation follows {if she wakes in the middle of … Continue reading the little things