Beautiful Spring Rains

Protected, we craft a life in the lush hollow. Here, tree frogs sing and the birds serenade as chickens peck and tree limbs sway. Here, the first blossoms of spring patiently emerge and we nod with the awareness that nature always reveals the rhythm. "Steady", she assures. Though this dirt is new to our labors, with steady patience, the flowers and fruits will surface.
Steady.
No need to rush.
In her own time.
Springs glides in to view.

Morning's Quiet

This morning I spent some time, just me, my eggs and coffee, the singing birds, and The Word. Self care looks different for everyone, but an ounce of quiet is soothing to my maternal chapter. I read again the tale of Jesus feeding the crowd of five thousand men. We don't know how many women and children were there, but the total sounds something like the number that is gathered at my family reunions. :) I find it hard, to make sure to save space for my care and well being. It doesn't take long. Maybe fifteen minutes in the word. Maybe an hour at the gym. Maybe a dinner with my friend. It is so hard for me to say "I have time for that". I can say it is my family, my children, or my husband, but that is me allowing myself to come last. Whether it is regular teeth cleanings or a cup-topping visit with a soul sister, I need to take care of myself, I need to be honest about what works for me, if I am to take care of my family in the very best way. Today, before I head o...

Mamas Today

Somewhere between Martha Stewart and Pinterest, this generation of Mothers inherited the notion that our homes need to be spotless and we need to be REALLY good at... everything. In this particular instance, I'm going to assert that feminism has not been an entirely healthy concept. Stay with me. Feminism tells us that we, as women, can do ANYTHING! We can run a business and have a "Better Homes" household, we can cousel our children and fill up their cup, and we can be the lovers that once dazzled the pages of paperbacks. We.can.do.it.all. ...but do we really want to it all? I don't. I want to be a teammate with my spouse. I want to be a sister to my friend. I want to support a local business. I'd rather not label and canister my baking supplies, in coordinated fashion. There's a mom, a parent on my kid's tball team. I dubbed her "supermom". She clearly logs some healthy time at the gym. She is always smiling. Her toes are recently polished...

Clean Slate

It has taken some time to wrap my mind around what to do with the over grown, shabby patches that were marked to me as a garden. Moving a farm, just after having a baby, was one of the more challenging undertakings of my adult life. I had to be logistics supervisor, head chef, nurturer, motivator, coffee supplier, and mover... all the while trying not to over exhert my postpartum midsection. A challenge, for certain. The sheep rode in the back of the Subaru and they made it. The bee hive slipped from tired fingers and (loaded with honey) fell to the ground, but they made it. An inexperienced moving truck driver backed over our septic tank and collapsed it, but it has now been repaired. Yesterday marks one month in our new home and I'm still completely overwhelmed by the kindness and support of our friends. Those who helped us MOVE A FARM. Incredible. Absolutely unreal. In a time where headlines scowl and neighbors close themselves off, newsfeeds bring tears and defeat our spir...

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