Monthly Archives: December 2014

Good Morning

I’m at the dining table typing today.

The youngest has woken up well before his allotted start time – due to a snotty head.

Watery eyes, drippy nose, lethargic…. all he wants is Mama.

And tissues.

He’s getting lots of both.

When settling down to munch on breakfast – he asked me to sit with him while I write.

So I moved candle and computer into our common area here…. and the change in scenery is a welcome one, albeit loud.

I’m flanked by blondes at this point.

The oldest saw that the youngest got to get out of the gate early – so now he has joined us.

I’m sure the girl isn’t far behind.

So much for my early writing time…. alone.

🙂

Soak in the season, Mama. It will flee fast.

Today….the eve of Christmas eve – it’s an antsy, thoughtful one.

Everyone in this house – looking forward to celebrating and eating and opening and pondering the Purpose of it all.

And allowing the gears to turn for what next year could hold, what matters and goals to fixate on, what fresh starts to forge and conquer.

For me…I’ve got a clear concentration.

I’m sure it will make it’s way into my words throughout the year.

But for today – we will snuggle in, and read, and think, and clean up, and administer medicine, and take shelter from the elements.

It’s a cool, cloudy, wet and thunderous day in these parts.

Perfect for doing those things I just mentioned above.

I hope your days leading up to Christmas and New Years – are filled with peace and direction for the coming year, friends.

Grateful for each of you.

Holiday hugs to you all.

Hello, Again

Everyone else in my house has yet to stir. Heads are still resting on pillows and the sun won’t make it’s way through our windows for a while still. I’m up, however. I’m up…because I know that if I will have any quiet, still, unrushed moments – I have to steal them. And I have to steal them early. But… Read more →

Treasure

Every once in a while the itch to write, trumps all else. I have moments where I feel such a strong beckoning to sit and scribble words, that I can’t find peace doing any other thing. Most times I can tell whether it’s me – simply longing and needing to do something of my own and something for myself……..and when… Read more →