- coolness with sunshine
- Lorna Doone shortbread biscuits
- morning talk with my husband before he’s off to work
- orange-y shampoo from my sister
- podcast on tea, learning the herbal tea isn’t really tea, it’s a herbal infusion
- pen & ink drawings, how-to videos on youtube
- Nancy Willard’s Anatole series
- watermarked paper
- finished book about journaling as a way of life
- pumpernickel bread (and the word, pumpernickel, so lovely)
- little boy’s imagination about “dragon poison”, a old bottle with some sort of concoction in it
- little daughter who kissed a package of butter, I understand, dear, I do!
- baby who holds his feet together in a praying pose
- poem by Robert Siegel, “A Pentecost of Finches”
- commonplacing some thoughtful lines from a new favorite magazine, Common Place Quarterly
- boiling corn on the cob with a daughter
- gingerbread cake
- trying new recipe of fish tacos and the family loving them
- Loreena McKennitt
- a pool of ideas for our learning year coming together
- my trusty apron, so faithful, new bit of fabric for another
- starry skies during early morn nursing moments
What are you grateful for today?
May I put life on pause and catch up on sleep? Can I find some space from the children to plan for the children, an upcoming school term, with thoughtfulness, grace, and purpose? Is there anything more beautiful than barn swallows swooping through the light pink and pale blue early morn? Is there a reason I feel like crying even though I have a supremely blessed life? How do I conquer all the piles in my home, piles of books, piles of clothing, piles of fabric for curtains, piles of hopes, dreams, piles of dishes needing tender loving care? How can I not miss the moments that are flying by, the teeny toes, the little eyes looking at me with their own questions pooling deep behind, and the butterfly fluttering on by? How can I enjoy the warmth and sunshine of summer from my deep, dark nursing chair cave, a sticky, squirming, DARLING, boy suckling from my breast? Where do I find mental room for on-going, never-stopping conversation swirling, rising and falling around me? How does my marriage grow and become beautiful without attention? Where do I find the well of energy, creativity, and get-up-and-go to cook for these lovely eaters here? Where do daring dreams go when they are crowded out by equal and lovely daily dreams? How does the weight melt off when one finds themselves in a sitting season? How do you know what is the next right thing to do? Where does one go after the last sip of delicious morning coffee or afternoon tea is gone, the empty bottom of cup reminding you of something? How do you find a prayer to pray when the reservoir is dry? How do you answer all these exhausted questions that float up and out and settle on down around your bowed shoulders? How do we take up our cross and follow when our ground lies fallow?
Just a few of the questions I’m asking myself today.