i've seen this little idea floating around out there and thought it would be kind of fun to try. it is always a bit difficult...writing specifics about myself. well...the actual narrowing down part is the hardest, the writing isn't so bad. i am constantly amazed, though, at what good this does for me...working through thoughts and trying to assign words to who i am and what i am about. we'll see how it goes...
A-ambitions. I share some of them...I have so many more
B-bohemian beauty makes me swoon...i dig the boho magic
C-contradiction. i am a walking one at times...an ecclectic creature i am
D-disorganized. or assembled in a spastic sort of way
E-emotional. reality is not confined to the five senses
F-fire. i'm a fire sign and i follow my flames
G-gypsy. a gypsy soul...gallivanting the globe is my forever dream
H-heart. without heart there isn't much
I-intuition. learning to trust it and hear it in ways that i have been fearful of
J-juggler. constant departures and arrivals...something always lost mid air
K-kindred. i seek them, i love them, i long for them
L-love.love.love. learning to love with wild abandon
M-mindful mama...my most immediate challenge
N-ature. native wisdom always inspires me to create greater harmony.
O-open. a beautiful, round concept. no beginning or end. open heart, open mind.
P-peace. let it be everywhere.
Q-questions. i have a lot. i ask a good amount. i will keep forming more.
R-rare. a word i love, enchanting me with meaning. a rare experience/soul/occasion...all so inviting.
S-sensitive. to energy, experience, inner voice. sends me seeking for spirit.
T-touch. it is important. nonviolent touch is paramount to our world.
U-undecided. there is so much more to know.
V- V-day. until the violence stops.
W-wholeness. growing towards full, fabulous, freedom.
eXplore. body, mind, spirit, world.
Y-yin/yang. there is balance...saying yes to acceptance.
Z-zen. intrigued by. learning to look within.
whew! ok...if you want to play...leave me behind your most beloved letter and some kind of meaning that connects it to you! i really love reading little bits of things that tell me more about YOU. oh yes, i really do!
It has been a pretty busy few days in our world. Nap times have been ignored, element all askew. We have been having a lot of out-of-the-house kind of fun (some of the best kind) and now we must deal with the repercussions of what that means for a three year old and one year old. And really, it only seems that life will slow down in spurts and phases, until our pace is peaked again with "to-do's" and events and all of that holiday energy that seems to come buzzing around this time of year. Buzz.
I have been sleepily visiting this space here for the past three or four nights...with barely enough time to scrounge up a picture or a few (very few) words in order to meet my commitment to posting daily this month. I actually fell asleep while I posted those pictures last night...and woke up just in time to post before midnight. That wasn't what I had in mind when I committed to nablopomo...I thought I might dig in and go deep and maybe I would have made a lot of different things to share in this space...but that hasn't been the case. My head has been full of different posts that come in and leave just as quickly...and some that stay but that I just don't have the openness to share. My heart has been thinking about that matter too...do I share too much? Am I comfortable with people reading bits and pieces of "me" that I usually don't let wander too far from my own protection and evaluation? My head is spinning with things that I wish I could get done for this season...and with ideas about crafts and ideas about gifts and overwhelm in the world of what to do and what to let go of...what I am capable of influencing and that which I am not. I'm trying to create simplicity and in my mind that "should" be simple... but so much from the outside sends me buzzing into complexity and clutter. Buzz.
Ahhh...thankfully I have a few of the simple things in my life that bring a bit of rest into my world.
The kind of family that fills me with laughter and makes my world a bit lighter.
Cool mornings and evenings that are FINALLY here...the ones that make my home feel so cozy and warm.
The two slices of pumpkin pie in my fridge. mmmmmmm.....
I hear one calling my name.
Rest easy dear friends.
journey sacked out after a small adventure earlier this morning
*totally off topic and unrelated but incredibly funny to me...
josh just came in to ask me what I was posting about.
"I don't know...I'm just letting my hands type."
"oh. you should write about what a great husband you have. I mean, I know it would be a really long post, but it would be good."
Ah, yes...and I promise, he already got his massage.
notice how it is in the "claw" position. he uses this for all things that growl.
a cup (and a very dirty floor documented for all to see)dinosaur on a blanket
i like how the focal point isn't centered on this one.
and a self portrait!
(one of my favorites at the moment)
Aren't they fun? I really enjoyed searching through the pictures he has taken. They are intermixed with all of the ones I take throughout our days and I always get delighted to see things from such a different perspective than I do. I like what he sees.
It's probably best that Josh wasn't home though. He has a little thing about cleanliness...plus he just gave Forrest a bath (actually...TWO) on Sunday. But, it seemed like the right thing to do...and all three of them were so content...with each other AND the mud. As far as I am concerned...the mess was so totally worth it.
Actually, I think this may become a daily ritual.
It seems that there has been an explosion of creative energy inside the mind and heart of this little boy in my life. Every day brings about new adventures and excursions. Walks are full of conversations about the stars and the moon and owls and witches. There is an hourly ritual of climbing all the furniture in order to avoid falling in the "river" that flows freely through our living room. We don't want to fall in...because of course there are "shark-tooths" in the water...and we never remember to wear our wings (water wings)...so we very carefully climb from couch to dresser back to couch to chair. If there happens to be a little mishap, Asher is quick to call for mama, and I come and save him from the rapids and sharks. All of the streets have become rivers and we travel around in our very own "boat"...passing many other "boats" along the way...and occasionally we will come upon a SHIP (a diesel) which is traveling our same path that day. I love listening to his stories and hearing a bit of the magic reeling around in his head. He blows imaginary bubbles into the air so that Journey and I can catch them and play in their soapiness. He mimics noises of owls and dinosaurs and tigers and dragons...and quickly takes a gasp while asking "WAS AT, MAMA?". We then will often run to safety under the sheets of whichever bed is closest. Sometimes, Asher will actually courageously "catch" the animals we hear because they need help finding their mama's. He has brought us elephants (those ones are really, really HEAVY...and he is really, really FWONG (strong)), spiders (we even had a spider breakfast on Sunday morning because we were told to act really "hawney" (hungry)...it seems we had been out at sea for days without food), and just this morning Asher came up to me pinching a "yittle, tiny dinosaur" between his thumb and pointer finger. We sit on our bed and look down at the sea below us full of eels and sharks and groupers. Asher is known for metamorphosing into a lion or cheetah or jaguar...and he has one of the most convincing roars that a three year old could possibly have. He rolls around on the floor like an armadillo and runs fast like a roadrunner.
I have not only been entertained by his imagination...but I am also inspired. He shows me what it means to create stories and act out scenarios...and there is something so playful and innocent about it. Something about how he learns so quickly about any kind of animal...what it eats and how it sleeps and what kind of noises it makes. I see how interested he is and how engaged he becomes when dreaming of creatures both real and imagined.
The times where we get each other most...where we sink into some kind of harmony...is when Asher is free to live and play and dream so openly and ferociously. I see his energy exerted in one direction, his body working just as hard as his imagination. His active mind is hard to keep up with, but it certainly provides enough inspiration to pour into each one of us who lives beside him. He pulls me out into his world by inviting me to play along and showing me the realms of his fantasy. I learn so much from that. I am moved to create more...to ask him more questions...to indulge in his play...to think of my own little "worlds" that hold glimpses of magic and fun...to dream and exert myself in ways that I think are beyond my capacity.
It all seems to inevitably be taking effect on me...that urge to challenge myself to imagine and dream and create more. For those of you who read this blog consistently...you may have noticed that I have posted each day since the beginning of the month. That isn't typical of me...in fact...what IS typical of me is to be unpredictable. I haven't ever really established a good constant rhythm in this space. I tend to come and go when the moments are right and available but I have done something that I think you should know about. I have quietly joined the insanity of NaBloPoMo ...where I am making the commitment to post EVERY day for the month of November. This is no easy task for me. I struggle with consistency...with planning things out...and often times with creating enough time in the day to make those commitments happen. But...so far, so good. I have made it the first five days...and so I thought perhaps I should be more optimistic and share that bit of truth with all of you! It will be my little secret no longer...and all of you readers will have to bear the burden with me...because I really have no idea what day 29 will look like. I may have nothing more to tell you than a good poop story or how many loads of laundry I did that day. We'll see.
With this kind of juicy imaginative goodness flowing through our home...I couldn't help but do something that challenged me to keep up with him in some kind of exerting, creative way.
Hang in there...hopefully it won't be too painful for any of us...and please...feel free to drop me any encouragement along the way!