Sometimes I get on here and I just stare at the screen.
I want to write but.......
I'm naturally inclined to write about what I adore, love, think beautiful, and generally feel hopeful about.
So when I don't feel the above then what.... maybe i just need to write anyway?
Maybe it will get me unstuck?
I'm bogged down with this Way- the doing, the spinning, the driving, and the talking. Even though it is what we have chosen.
I'm aching for quiet, for some peace, some gentleness in my head- all the time staring at sheer beauty and love around me.
Usually it all points to my tank being empty... that there isn't much else to give.
Or that I need more sleep.... so goodnight.

Slowing into Fall...

Tonight I walked alone down the road.
One of my very favorite things.
There were leaves on the road, the first bit of Fall.
The air smelled damp, felt a little bit cool.
I put on my vest- my security blanket to the world.
I listened to the geese and the thoughts in my head.
This bit of time, on my own, making me feel less frantic, more in touch
my head and my heart.
Self care, awareness, and intention on being good to not only those around me but myself.
Crazy that sometimes... this feels so hard.

Growing up

One of my Favorite Things....
Abby comes out of her room after finishing a book and she finds me, " Mom, you have to read this book, you will like it."
Over the next couple days she checks in with me to see where I'm at in the book and what we both liked about the characters.
I love the conversations that happen, what we both pick out about the people, some things surprise me, sometimes we like different characters better, sometimes she picks out things I missed.
A moment when I get to take a break from being the authority and her mom and we just get to be two girls reading the same book and getting to be just exactly who we are.
Love.

Mama's Day at the Beach

 

Sunday afternoon at the beach, saw grey whales right away, close in.  Some campers that come every mama's day say they always come, do you think they know its Mother's Day?

Breakfast at Mom's that they guys all cook for the Mom's.  So lucky to be surrounded by this amazing family.

Joe going in post surgery, his smile so shiny.
Abby looks at me while we watch him go in and says, "Papa is really happy here huh Mom?" Yes Abs, yes he is.  :)

Spring Magic

Magic....

To put seeds in the ground, some so small you can hardly see where they are in the dirt and soon....

with some sun and water, they grow into green plants, that my kids can go out and pick when they are playing, becomes dinner in the summer, veggies we take to parties and cook for friends.  Gives me reason to say thank you to Joe again and again as he monitors the watering, I may have the soil/planting gene but the watering one I do not. How many times do I look out my kitchen window and see the progress...pure love.

Soul

Welcome Home. I have missed your light, your optimism, and hope. Cycling round and round....close but falling off again. A cord bent by protection and love doing damage without intent. No more. Healing radiates in every direction. Pure light bathes them all. The corners of your mouth and the shine in your eyes. Welcome Back.

How Big is Your Brave?

My Favorite kind of night.
Impromtu dance party in the living room, both my kids dancing their booties off.
My girl singing with as much gusto as she can muster, "I want to see you be brave. How Big is Your Brave?" Her mama I don't think could be smiling any bigger while she videos her lovely children whom she gets to share this time of her life with every day in and out, the good and bad.  I am looking at them with tears in my eyes and am so damn full that I feel like I'm going to burst.....
then mama has to stop videoing and go DANCE!!!