creating a new habit--a gratitude journal

Lying in solitude in the moments before sleep, filling my mind with gratitude and love,
expanding these energies and patterns into more and more nooks of my life,
unconscious of their immense power and strength I am inviting in.

Why yes.

blogging frustrations

I was just about to post a very brilliant post.

It felt authentic and true and everything I've been meaning for the post to say and then,

I unplugged my computer without turning it off * and lost the entire Notepad document** in which I had typed these words-from-the-heart.

Gone, just like that. Notepad offers no "recovery" tool.

I almost cried. For I haven't felt the urge to blog in weeks and have been tossing around these ideas for posts in my head and in my journal and I finally sit down for 30 minutes and the words just tumble and flow effortlessly out of my mind and onto the screen and then

they're gone.

I've tried sitting again and conjuring the images and energies and words again but to no avail. They will not come out again, but just inspire frustration and tears.

But perhaps they're still stewing, and still need time to grow.

I think I'd like to get them out soon, and take this blog by storm.....




*My laptop battery has decided to peter out (that, or the charger doesn't charge--one or the other) so my computer shuts down with the merest wiggle of the charger cable, so when I want to move my computer to a different room, I need to shut the whole thing down and unplug it and start it back up again once I'm plugged in where I want to be and well--I get lazy and just yank the cord out without shutting anything down and start it up again and it's still good as new (my Firefox window restores all the tabs).  So, lesson learned.

**I like to type out my posts stream-of-consciousness-style in a Notepad document, and then copy and paste it into my Blogger window. It always feels so much better that way.

synchronicities

Oh, the sychronicities presenting themselves to me.....

Sitting in the library, curled up in a comfy chair, journalling through my lunch break. I look up, and find myself smack in front of a nonfiction section of faeries and nature myths and folklore. One catches my eye: Women Who Run with the Wolves. I take it home with me that day. Two days later: perusing Goddess Guidebook archives from 2004. Leonie links to the latest book she's reading: Women Who Run with the Wolves. Mhmm.

Surfing Park Seed, researching and studying which seeds I'd like to order and sow and grow into flowers and herbs and vegetables. A daylily catches my eye, named Stella de Oro (just like my Stella). Later that day, Googling hardy flowers for zone 5, in a category all its own: the Stella de Oro daylily. Then, the next day, wandering the greenhouse's annual plant sale down the street from my house, and finding rows upon rows of daylilies. As the remembrance of the sweet Stella flower floods my mind, I look down to the first plant I see: the Stella de Oro. Star of Gold.

My mind can't catch up! It's all so magical, and so much.

But it's lovely, and it's comforting, and I think it's just what I've been asking for.

Wondering what the Universe will send me next.....

a mid week break

On Wednesday I had the opportunity to skip out on work at daycare and instead babysit for sweet little Clara next door. 

One child instead of eight? Ability to put her in the car and drive off to visit friends? A 2 1/2-hour nap session all to myself, in silence? 

I couldn't say no. Needless to say, it was a delightful day. It was a nice little break in my week (although I think I might get bored of it every day!)

And c'mon--look at that face.

dreams

Imagination lays the tracks for the Reality Train to follow. 

~Caroline Casey


I can't for the life of me remember where I first heard this quote, but it's had me mesmerized since. A simple Google search identified the author quickly.

I'm so happy I have this idea in my brain. Revolutionary, isn't it?

writing to myself

Here are some photos from this weekend

But my words are not in them

They are busy pouring forth into my journal

Page after page

A sudden urge to tell myself everything I'd like to know.

fulfilled

Babysitting

takes on a wholly different experience

when you've watched the child grow from birth.


(Photos courtesy of her older sister)

today.

Today there was rain and dark skies and disobedient children and an overwhelming amount of tasks looming on my horizon.

There was also frizz-resistant miracle-hair and a productive early-morning and almost finishing a really good book and lots of strawberries (they were on sale).

I haven't decided how well I'll weather this storm yet, but I'm hopeful.

a wellness day.

Yesterday I declared a personal day, a day to weather the storm and focus on nothing but the bare minimum. I painted in the sun. I hung clothes on the clothesline to dry. I went back to bed and read for hours. And I practiced this feeling of having my own power.

weekend (in photos)