Self Portraits of a 2 Year old

During our recent move Cora spent a good deal of time playing and exploring the car. (after a good toddler proofing of course).  Surely I am not the first desperate parent to utilize the car as babysitter!

And as life has finally settled back down I was delighted to discover a series of self portraits done by my precious girl on my camera which was apparently in the car
.  Enjoy!

Full Moon Face with Two Year old Teeth

Pretty Lips



Mama Forgot to Clean my Face

My Shoes

Precious, hilarious this girl of mine.


I’m Baaaaack!!!!!

Yup.  I have been feeling a giant pull to blog again.  Hooray!!!  And I’ve also decided that I can skip the whole “God I suck that I haven’t been here since March”  routine that I normally go through.  I needed a(nother) break and that is perfectly ok.

So what have I been up to these last 5 somethin’ months?   I’d love to catch ya’ll up.

The usual really.

I made some stuff. (Oh and bought a cello 🙂 )

I washed a bunch of dishes.  Though I bet you did too!

Recieved an epic inheritance.  This here is a quilt impeccably made by my Great-great-great grandmother, to be cherished by me and passed on to Cora.  It is breathtaking.

I built a few castles….

Baked at least once.

Grew things from seeds, and made a generous contribution to the community of ground squirrels….

Enjoyed a few rainbows….

Celebrated the coming birth of a brand new baby….and then was honored by the privilege to watch my friend transform from maiden to mother as she birthed her baby like a goddess into this world.

Was struck by the realization that mine is not such a baby anymore, as I nursed her for the last time.

Took lots

And lots

and lots of pictures of crystals, as we are getting our Ebay store set up!

We changed the name of our shop……

(and are working on a new website! )

And I even got to go on a solo retreat.  That’s right…all by myself!!!!

And then….we moved here!!!!!

And now I’m making stuff again.

And we are still going for walks.

And making new friends…….

Dear Blog(again),

I fear I left you without the full story of “This Little Family Goes To Alabama.”  It is a riveting story in which we ride 2 airplanes then land in the red dirt part of the country and in Nana and Papa’s arms.  It was gorgeous and warm the whole time we were there and we managed to jam pack in a Thanksgiving dinner, walks on the mountain, snuggling with Tj the “titty-tat,”  Several slow drives past our beloved old home and gleeful discovery that a sentimental art piece still lives on the porch.  We ate biscuits and gravy, grits, cornbread dressing and bacon stewed green beans.  We took lots and lots of baths, cuz we don’t have a bathtub and Maw and Paw do.   We sat through numerous Twinkle twinkle little star concerts sung by a pixie child like no other.  We left that little singing pixie with her Nana and my man took me out on the town to a fancy grilled lettuce kinda meal.  It was gooooooood.  The whole trip was a lot of beautiful busy days.

And then we came home…..and that story is all about how winter moved to town while we were gone.  The last pretty leaves are now mulching into the earth, and I am in full blown nesting mode.  I even sewed curtains (I told you).  Right now I am hunkering down into wintertime and getting cozy.


Dear Blog,

I’ve missed you.  And that is a good thing.  This past week we have been visiting family in Alabama and I’ve showed you to everyone, mostly for the purposed of showing pictures of our life and it was oh so helpful.  But it made me realize that I really do love coming here to post our pictures and talk about my life.  Its helpful to digest what is going on, and to honor projects completed.  There are so many things that I want to do, and many of them may or may not get done.  That list may change as my needs and inspiration shifts, but writing is something that is always therapeutic no matter what.  One of the greatest intentions of this blog has been to provide a public writing space, to draw out a different voice than I know in my journals.  Its a lighthearted, no pressure space to write, in safety and freedom. 

A lot has happened since I’ve been here and then again, somehow life is still just the same old gorgeous steady rythm of baby sweetness.  I’ve made a lot of ceramics and that area of my creative garden is in full bloom.  In fact it has been getting the most of my attention besides Cora.  On the horizon, is a beautiful future of bellydance taught by a new dear fellow Mama friend, which will provide much needed connection with other women and with my body.  I have realized that I have been putting care for my body too far down on the list and I simply cannot be happy without lots of movement in my life. 

Since I haven’t been writing here, I haven’t been writing.  And I feel like I am not using a valuable tool.  But I have been reading and processing life in different ways.   When the season changes and the earth gets cold, the viels thin and shadows begin to show themselves.  Its beautiful, vivid but its so intense.  I have been feeling deeply.  I have been feeling and healing things that have really just been needing the time and space to be felt and healed.  Sometimes I don’t know how to be a public person when this is going on.  But I know that is just fine, and beautiful and mature to give heavy feelings an appropriate moment. 

Now, I am lighter, and I am so looking forward to the future, this busy holiday season, my ceramic show, a bellydance performance, a weekly hoop jam, Cora’s birthday, baking and making in warm cozy home.   I also have a illogical desire to make a quilt tugging at my heartstrings.  And I ask, what on earth am I doing wanting to make a quilt?!?!  But projects excite me, hobbies are my reason for being, and the idea of creating a practical (and otherwise expensive) object that will drape my child in a fluffy embrace of warmth and made by Mama love?  I guess its not so illogical afterall.  It just may be sensible.

Welcome Home

Its been two months since we’ve moved into our new home.  I thought it was about time to take a tour!!

This is our kitchen.  It is as clean as it will ever be, which is what made me grab my camera and capturing a rare moment when our home is mostly clean.

This is mys special reading and writing corner 🙂  Complete with original artworks, happy house plants, oracle cards, and of course a whole bunch of crystals, oh and books.

Our living room and painting studio.

Le Bathroom… our place for quiet serenity and daily soulful nourishment.

Our bedroom. or at least one side of it.

And the other side.

And of course……My Studio!!!!  This room has been getting a great deal of time and attention from me these past couple of weeks.

This is Todd’s side of the studio.

So there you have it, the inside of our new home.  It is honestly one of my favorite places I have ever lived.    I love how the spaces are supporting a lifestyle that I’ve always wanted.  My studio is right off the family room and so its very easy to just pop out there and steal a few moments.  Me and Cora are spending so much time basking in the glorious outdoor spaces here, petting horses and feeding chickens.  The garden is our daily classroom along with the kitchen.  We spend our days picking vegetables, and making food.

This blue plastic lawn chair sitting in the garden is my absolute favorite place in the whole world.

And these are some of our new friends.

My Camera Broke.

Yup. The little rectangular complicated tangled hunk of digital metal that captured the radiance of my life over the last 3 years has gone kaput.

Its final moments were wonderful though, it accompanied us on a family business trip to the Oregon Coast.  The last days of its life were spent photographing a foggy, and drizzly town and beach stroll in which we all ran around flapping our wings like segulls.  And we will be most grateful for our trusty(or so we thought!) Nikon Digital Elf for capturing it for us.

It being August, and 100 degrees where we live, I forgot to pack winter clothes, which probably would have come in handy. Thankfully, we all survived and even enjoyed the cool overcast.   Me and the Nikon Digital Elf love how rebellious bright colors look under gray skies.


I frequently complain that Todd doesn’t take enough pictures of me.  This’ll shut me up.

A sculpture made of plastic washed ashore.

Renegade ride on a rocking horse.

Well said.

“Work is love made visible.”

A thing I like to do is pick up a book- which ever one is jumping out at the moment, and turn to a random page in it.  For me, it works as an emotional and spiritual support system.

Somehow, what is on the page is always the exact perfect thing I needed to know at that moment.

The other day I opened Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, a book that should be in every household if you ask me.  And here is what it had to say to me.

“You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the season’s and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission toward the infinite.

When you work you are a flute who’s heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?……..

……And what is it to work with love?

It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from the heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.

It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in the house.

It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harves twith joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.

It is to charge all things you fashion with the breath of your own spirit,

And know that all the blessed dead are standing about you watching.”

This passage reminds me what a happy work song my days are singing right now.

Today was a song of helping my sweet little sugar plum pick out her own clothes.

Running to town for a trip to the library, and to pick out some winter vegetable plant starts.

Digging in the dirt, and the sunshine, preparing the soil for aforementioned vegetables.

Having snacks, practicing drinking water from cups without lids.

Making homemade garden burgers out of lentils and zucchini.

Playing airplane, reading books, watching horses, chasing lizards, checking the garden for cucumbers, counting cows….

And ending this sweet day with a gorgeous sunset walk with my favorite girl.

I am reminded how precious this time is.  I am reminded to value the “work” of our bonding.  I honor the time spent pouring love into our home life.

Too often I begin to feel ambitious.  I begin to think words like “career” and “daycare.” I begin to discredit and devalue doing dishes, and laundry.  I forget that my beloveds eat off those dishes and wear those clothes.  But there will be a time for that in the nearer than I even want to believe future.

For now I want to revel in the great big luxury of being here, at home with my precious girl.  I want to pour a solid foundation in our home and our hearts of binding love glue.  Love glue that will carry us through the busy years when she’s in school and we are not spending all day everyday together.  I want to beherenow for my girl,to revel in every shining golden moment of babyhood that is fading so fast.  I want to give her all of me while we are still home together.

Middle of July

Tonight I began to write a blog post with gritty (whining) details of the last 2 weeks- which have seriously been some of the most challenging of my adult life.

Instead I am posting a photo diary of sorts of some of the brighter moments, the peices that made this time a most excellent adventure.  After all, there is always a silver lining, always a shining side to let in if we are willing to see it.  I think its worth mentioning that I am by no means an *always look on the bright side- always smiling always happy* kinda girl.  This week was trying and I had some real *I’m just gonna sit right here on the couch and cry* moments as well.  Luckily, no one had a camera.

Pictured above….

*radiant sunsets gracing our evenings

*a bowling tournament of epic proportions, complete with chest bumping, strikes and turkeys, in which I somehow drank waaaaaay too much wine (ahem)and still managed to win!!!

*family trip to the strip, a gourmet brunch at Mesa Grill, a quick shopping excursion, and finally….

*the best darned rendition of “I’m Too Sexy” to have been performed at the best darned family reunion to happen in Vegas.  I would post the video, but as you may have heard what happens in Vegas……

*a sleeping baby.  These days that is worth mentioning let me tell you.

*a smiling sitting happy baby bathed in warm sugary orange sunshine, also worth mentioning 🙂

*Chickens!!! Ever tried to photograph a chicken?  not easy.


There you have it!  My crazyawesomefreakishlybusysleeplessstressfuldivinelyguidedandsoveryveryblessed middle of July.

We made it!!!!

One Teeny Moment at a Time

“The secret of getting ahead is getting started.  The secret of getting started is breaking down your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting with the first one”  -Mark Twain

Our first night here in this new home I looked out over the fields of boxes and chaos and felt very overwhelmed.  I picked up a single clothespin off of the kitchen counter and thought, “Well, I know that this goes in the laundry room.”  And then I took it there.

I don’t feel as though I’ve progressed much more than that clothes pin- but I probably have.  And such are my days.  One tiny single peice at time I will get this puzzle put together.

This blog post comes to you as my little motivational pep talk in the face of a very complex and overwhelming task.

Today I spare you a picture.

To Be of Service

It’s almost midnight, and I can’t sleep.  I have this post swimming around in my head and I think that it just needs to be written right now. 

I am realizing that one of the most significant life lessons I have learned is about the opportunity to serve the people in our lives. 

This lesson began several years ago when our beloved and majestic dog Kailas passed away very suddenly one night.  Amidst the deep sorrow, and total shock of our loss I couldn’t help but feel so fortunate to have been one of the people in this lifetime to not only know him, but to have had the great privilege to take care of him.  Without me feeding, brushing, and walking him he would not have thrived.  I don’t mean to make the point of  “aren’t I so wonderful..”  I mean to make the point “What an honor that I got to be the one to make the life of this radiant and wonderful being better, of all the people in this world it got to be me.  How lucky!”

Now that I am a mother and a wife, there are many many things about life that I am learning.  But one thing that I am quite shocked to learn is that it is a ridiculous blessing to have people in one’s life to take care of.  It is a huge privilege to have people who need your help, who count on you to take care of them.  And whatever it is that I give  to them is returned to me in unfathomable quantities. 

I must confess, I am by no means a perfect mom, really I’m not a talented housekeeper.  I often do the bare minimum and occasionally not even that.  I have lazy moments, and selfish moments.   I avoid dishes and sometimes we pull clean clothes to wear for the day out of the dryer.   And I honestly feel that I am more often the recipient of others generosity than I am the giver.  I’d like to work on that.

But my husband still treats me like a queen, my baby thinks I’m the center of the universe, and my sweet dog worships the ground I walk on.  And they, all three of them, pour warm sugary love into and all over my morning, noon, and nights.  And every day that I wake up, I am surrounded by that love.  Every day I wake up to a grand purpose, to help the practical mechanics of our daily lives ticking away.  It may be boring sometimes, it may be unglamorous, but someone needs to do it, and that someone gets to be me.  But it is no sacrifice that my services are needed.  To be of service to these incredible beings along their journey means that I have their presence and their support along in mine.  And that is one big giant swirl of cycling, reciprocating love.

What a blessing indeed!

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