Thursday, September 22, 2016


Let's hold on to each other my little ones.
Let's adventure together,
Let's breathe in deeply
puffed out chests and noses upward drinking in the air
Let's go.

Let's look up,
way way up.
Let's find the sun, watch the racing clouds, dream climb 
Let's go.
Race ya.

My little loves,
let's feel what's around us.
Touch the bark of the trees, let sticky sap glue your fingers together,
let's sew with pine needles and braid the green strands together,
Let's feel the movements of the earth, of the air. 

Let's dance my little ones. 
Let's hold hands and trudge through hot sand and just dance
Let's dance with toes and legs and hips and spines and arms
Let's dance with smiles

Allow us to be thankful
Let's give thanks my little love, my squirrel, koala and bug.
We live in such an inspiring world
Let's give thanks by dancing, feeling, seeing 
My Beauties...
Let's give thanks.

Let's love each other, my babies
Let's be others focused and not self absorbed
Let's love big
Outstretched arms, giving hearts, generous with our praise 
Can we love?

Let's celebrate 

Let's celebrate rippling creeks winding their way out of a dark cold hidden caverns,
 twisting and turning and reaching light.
 Let's celebrate water, let's celebrate change. 
Let's push through the darkness.
Let's praise the Light.

Oh my love,
you are forever mine.
Let's be together forever.
Let's always explore the earth, together
You in your meticulous, quiet observant way
Me in my laughing twirling way.
Let's absorb eachother's energy
Let's not take it for granted
Let's be together forever, my love.

Let's be still my littles, my love, myself.
Let's just be still.

Let's see and feel and explore and dance and love and then...

 let's be still

“Feel your emotions,
Live true your passions,
Keep still your mind.” 
― Geoffrey M. Gluckman

Go outside. Don’t tell anyone and don’t bring your phone. Start walking and keep walking until you no longer know the road like the palm of your hand, because we walk the same roads day in and day out, to the bus and back home and we cease to see. We walk in our sleep and teach our muscles to work without thinking and I dare you to walk where you have not yet walked and I dare you to notice. Don’t try to get anything out of it, because you won’t. Don’t try to make use of it, because you can’t. And that’s the point. Just walk, see, sit down if you like. And be. Just be, whatever you are with whatever you have, and realise that that is enough to be happy. 
There’s a whole world out there, right outside your window. You’d be a fool to miss it.” 
― Charlotte Eriksson

Let's walk my littles

Let's appreciate art, textures...fabrics.

Can we stop the car? Oh please?
Let's stop the car, 
at unexpected places,
 and take pictures of other people's blessings.
Let's thank God for their blessings and make them our own.
I will forever have a red barn with a yard full of pumpkins framed in sunflowers.
Thank You.

Let's skip rocks bug, 
let's collect unnoticed treasure.

Let's delight in the ordinary that is extraordinary.

“I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over backward, stoop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places. You may think there’s something in it for you, something to understand or make sense of.
But I know the truth: I know from the nights of Coldness. I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It’s hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing— is run.” 
― Lauren OliverDelirium

Let's enjoy today

There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle
 - Albert Einstein

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Gratitude in September

  1. the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.
    "she expressed her gratitude to the committee for their support"
    synonyms:gratefulness, thankfulness, thanksappreciation, indebtedness;

I'm grateful for friends.
Furry friends with velvet antlers
People friends with empathy and understanding and wisdom

I'm grateful for mini me's and mini him's
I'm grateful for style, for class - for authenticity, 
I'm thankful for anything that is genuine and so so real.
I adore real.
I'm thankful for truth, for knowing.

I'm grateful for sleepy skies and playful lakes
white sails slipping behind a wispy blanket
I'm thankful for fresh air
For oxygen 
For deep reassuring breaths
I'm thankful for "constant"

I'm thankful for touch
For the occasional hug (not to much if you please)
I'm thankful for selfies that don't have to be posted anywhere but here, 
in my web space
I'm thankful for the millions of pictures that I will forever hold
in my mind. Just for me, unshared. 
I'm thankful for my eyes, for life's pictures.
I'm thankful for memories
The good, the bad, and ugly...
because, you see, the formed me.

I'm thankful that it's almost fall,
and that's it okay to pretend it already is.

I'm thankful for beauty and the ability to surround myself with what I love
pinecones and flowers and candles
acorns and twine and muted colors
Thank You so much Father for colors.

Thank you for sweet babies...almost grown but still needing me.
Thank You for grace for all of my shortcomings and letting me grow, showing me how to do better, showing me that I don't have to be perfect to love and to be loved.
Thank you for little hands that want to hold my not- so- big hand.
Thank you for dimples and elbows and soft hair.

Thank you for creativity, for pictures, for paint.
Thank you that I don't have to know what I'm doing to be able to delight in something that I enjoy.
Thank you for eyes wide open
open to everything
Thank you for watching me, in that I'm not alone...even when I am.

thank You again for trees
thank you again for flowers
thank you again for grasshoppers and bird song
and fluttering leaves
Thank you for open arms
reaching high and dancing beneath your Light
being filled with the Light
glowing with it, shimmering, magnetic
beautiful beautiful Light.

Thank You for texture.
Thank You for differences,
smooth and rough and soft and hard 
edgy and plain
simple, diverse
straight and curvy and still and flowing.
Thank you that my job is to worship ... what an amazing job. 
To be filled with song, to be filled with Spirit, to dance through life
knowing that you smile at my fumbled up clumsy steps.
Knowing that Your eyes sparkle when you see me,
knowing that I can run to you and be lifted up and carried
thank You for who You are. 
Thank you for who I am. 
Thank you. 

Psalm 139:7-18New International Version (NIV)

Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
    and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
    the night will shine like the day,
    for darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand
    when I awake, I am still with you.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

It is Well

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Friday, August 19, 2016

Week Favorites

“Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.” 
― Criss JamiKillosophy

He has made everything beautiful in it's time
- Ecclesiastes 3:11a

The little birds have found a new feeder - it's apple pie for all.
Aren't they sweet?
Today the kids and I enjoyed watching The Flight of the Butterflies on Netflix - if you haven't seen it ... you're missing out! In all seriousness, it was the best 45 minutes of my week. 

Also this week we tried overnight salt crystals ... somehow it actually worked.
Aren't they so "snowflake" like? 
We used thisTUTORIAL
All you need is Epsom salts, some liquid watercolor (food dye might work) and a jar ...

We also experimented with homemade play dough - we weren't too successful. Next time I think we will go the kool aid route but I didn't have any artificial colored diabetic drink packets in my cupboards - I guess a trip to the store will be needed!

We also finished our Maya Angelou chapter book - her life was such an inspiration and we enjoyed reading a bit of her poetry and also looking up videos on youtube of her singing - I had no idea that Maya was a singer and a dancer as well a civil rights activist and amazing author. We completed our unit study on Brazil (I chose Brazil without even realizing that the Olympics were going to be was amazing watching the opening ceremony and actually understanding some of the local history.) So... there are new lesson plans to be made and projects to conjure and a field trip in the near future (Pike's Peak anyone?) and I'm pretty excited. Our homeschool journey this year has already needed some flexibility - a totaled vehicle and fevers and bad weather oh my. All in all though, it's gone rather smoothly and I think the kids are enjoying learning and have had some pretty joy filled experiences. I hope that you all have a good weekend.
 You are loved beyond measure,
Beautifully and wonderfully made.


Tuesday, August 2, 2016

The School Year

Our school year officially began yesterday. 
I'm excited.

The last two school years we had a lot of hiccups....winding roads...mountains to climb...
chaos...if you will. 
This year I feel like I have a plan, I have the space, and my heart is in it. 

I will try and put up a blog post at least once a week to share what we are up to in the world of homeschool. Without further ado :

We made it, it was a hit.
Making a gooey concoction like this is a great hands on science experiment....
the conversation can be about formulas, polymers, how to follow a recipe...the list goes on. 
 We used this recipe! Give it a only calls for water, glue, and a little borax.

We are going to learn more about Mr. Edgar Degas for our artist unit study this week.
I found a nice book at the library and also some youtube videos. 
Have you heard of the Who Was series of children's books?
My kids LOVE them. This week we are reading aloud Who Was Maya Angelou, 
my two older kids have a chapter book that they read from every night before bed.

We are going to focus most of our attention on South America in geography this year. We usually choose a country (this week is Brazil) and we find a book about the culture, history, economics, that kind of stuff. Then we may do a craft like create a flag for their notebooks, maybe cut out foods from a magazine or pictures of plants and create a collage for the country. I LOVE the Expedia Travel Guides on youtube - they are anywhere from 2 minutes long to 7 minutes and they are colorful and bright and interesting. Yesterday we watched about Rio along with reading about Brazil. It's fun traveling the world right in your living room. 

One of the biggest blessings of homeschool is being able to create a beautiful environment for the kids while they work on workbooks - classical music in the background, a cup of tea...maybe some cinnamon honey toast. I found some black masking tape at the store that I'm going to use to hang their art projects on our library door - I think that will serve MUCH better then our kitchen refrigerator. What are some of your plans for this school year? 

"What we learn with pleasure we never forget."
- Alfred Mercier