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Hmmmmm. Maybe weekly recaps is the way things will happen around here. As much as I envision taking time at the end of each day to jot a few notes out...I don't seem to be creating the space to do that until I have an extra pair of hands and most of the primary stuff has been touched on, which usually works out to be on the weekends. We are doing our best to survive the summer with some

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I don't know why I am so drawn to this picture. It kind of cracks me up, really. I had pumped some milk for Kodiak in preparation of an evening I thought I would be getting away with a friend. It didn't end up happening, and so I had this bottle of milk in the fridge. I think I was trying to get some cleaning done or something...and had given Journey this bottle to see if it would entertain

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June is a guaranteed month of insanity. :) There is always something going on within the family with so many birthdays this month, summer solstice and father's day thrown in the mix and a potential trip or two. The month started out with the Rundio's annual fishing trip to Greer. This year everything was quite different because of the fire that was raging throughout eastern Arizona and New

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May continued to be a busy month with a lot of family events and transformations. I know that some time was spent in reflection of Grandma Verner's beautiful life as family came into town to celebrate and honor her. Kodiak began crawling around, so life changed in that way. Life was full with the same activities it was last month as far as what the kids were involved in. We had a fun sleepover

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April was another busy month in the outdoors. We try to soak up as much as we can while we can endure it, because we know that when the mid-summer months roll in, we won't be able to enjoy the outdoor life in the same way. We took several trips down to Coon's Bluff where the kids could romp around in the river and climb rocks to the desire of their hearts. This became a fast family favorite

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(a very ordinary moment. asher building letters with mini marshmallows and toothpicks) March was a fun-filled month and the weather was so perfect for enjoying as much time as we could outside, from what I remember. In fact, there were several evenings where the kids wanted to eat our dinner outside on that patio. I remember one of those evenings, it ended up snowing in parts of the east

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As it turns out, babies do not contribute well to reviving old blogs. ;) I am an extremely neglectful blogger. I admit to this. It is very difficult to create the time to document our moments when life (and hands) are so very FULL. As time goes on, I realize how much I would like to have something to look back on every once in a while and also how much I would love a place to record all the

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On Sunday, we went to the Chinese Cultural Center to check out the festival they were holding in celebration of the Year of the Rabbit. It was somewhat of a photographer's dream with all of the visual stimuli and the color! We had a good time soaking in the sights and sounds. There were some amazing performers. We've come down to this center to go to the Chinese Market before and to eat dinner

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i'm not sure how it has been well over a week since i last posted. i am choosing to look at that as a good sign that life is full, and we are busy living. ;) i'll treat this post as an attempt to catch up with what we have done in the past week and a half. the day after i wrote, we had a trip planned to Biosphere 2. asher has been really wanting to visit here after we talked with him about

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we had a lovely weekend. i felt very weary and tired by friday evening and woke up saturday feeling totally sick. luckily, josh took the babe when we woke up early in the morning and let me sleep in. my body is in some serious need for rest. i am slowly catching up on the weekends as much as possible. this weekend was pretty slow, which was very healing. mmmmmmmm. i was doing my best to

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the day started early, as usual. kodiak woke us all up with his love for the mornings. i wish we could all wake up so hopeful and renewed as a new baby. they are in complete love with being alive. so refreshing. we had a quick breakfast and headed out to art class. the kids are really enjoying this new class. i have been so amazed at journey's attention span and asher's effort with drawing. good

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i am doing a poor job of taking photos during our days. i forgot to take a picture of the "swamp" that they made in our backyard but it brought up some good conversations about habitats. :) we had a wonderful day at home (the first in a while) a couple of days ago...where we cleaned, played, practiced writing and then prepared for our book club the next morning by reading a Magic Treehouse book

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It just so happened that our computer was struck down with a nasty virus the day after I wrote my last post. So, it was a week of no computer. No e-mails. No facebook. No bloggity blogging. No googling random things that we are curious about. None of it. And it was a FULL week of adventures and planned outing and meet ups and parks and craziness. By the weekend, I was in desperate need

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i've decided to give new life to this old blog. i have been twirling around the idea of documenting our days through life learning for quite some time now. it is a HUGE part of where my energy lies and i would really love to be able to look back at these years and be able to *see* some of the growth through pictures and words. i am currently a very negligent blogger and so, the very idea of

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please do join me in my new space www.womanwander.com

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{blog friendship box with my desert love addition on the bottom} I'm not sure what number attempt this is to "get back in the swing" of blogging again. Whatever number...here we go again! It is very apparent to me that writing is a very important outlet in which to better express myself. Sometimes I struggle to let it all out, and in writing it just all comes so easily and fluidly (for the

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I'm sitting with a lot of awareness after going to the Mother's Plunge. I think it is because I practiced paying attention all day long. I came back to my breath, to my life, to the moment and remembered that there is nothing but love there waiting for me. Maezen herself would say that there was nothing she talked about that we each didn't already know. Truth works like that, constant

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I come here with a myriad of thoughts hoping to escape. Each of them tugging at me for attention, hungry for release. My mind is both full and empty. My heart, the same. This is the first time in quite a while where I have answered the call to write. I know little of what to actually create here in this moment, but I am here none the less and believe that in doing so, I am doing something. I

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It has been a while, yes? I have been rather busy lately. With life. With photo sessions and editing. With kids and homeschooling. I haven't felt very present. It feels much more like I am on a bit of a swift ride, just barely managing to remember all the bits and pieces of what it takes to journey from here to there. I am stopping in these spaces that are full of questions. With

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I have been meeting some old wounds in the past week. I have been listening to their truth and seeing their pain. I have also been met with some soft, magical comfort. I am held. I am loved. I am heard. This is inspiration to me right now. This truth that, no matter what I may be coming up against, there is space held for me to process through it. For the past several weeks inspiration has

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in so many incredible ways, it feels like we are reaching a very tasty place in this home. my children are really growing and stretching their worlds. asher is venturing into this new developmental stage of being so hungry for knowledge and experience. he is constantly asking me to read his dinosaur books to him over and over again, telling me with each turn of the page how he wants to go

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they drive me crazy! living in this desert feels a bit unnatural at times. the months upon months when the temps reach well into the 100's send us all into the coolness of our air conditioned living rooms. or indoor play centers. or in water...ANYWHERE there is water. and so it has been for us. we get a bit stir crazy this time of year. cabin fever, if you will. it always feels to be the

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if you know me, or have been visiting this little space for a while now...perhaps you remember reading this post from over a year ago. in it i made the declaration that i was FINALLY going to start dreads after years of pining over and coveting them from others. well... as you can see, i don't have dreads in my hair. after or during the time when that post was created, i did a lot of

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I have been meaning to share about the first sewing date I held for the Little Dresses for Africa project that I wrote about here. Last month I had several women over for a few hours of starting on our pillow case dresses. We cut, chatted, pinned, sewed, ironed, cut some more and finished the two hours with a lot done, but a lot more to go! Since then, I have had a portable table set up in our

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just wanted to pop in this space for a visit. the words haven't been coming to me lately. not that there isn't a lot going on, because life has been full of lessons and processes and learning. some of which has been utterly challenging and has left me with some exhaustion. there has been some sickness and some healing. some bending and breaking. and among it all change. change of

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exactly from mccabe russell on Vimeo. a little something beautiful that i am taking time to watch each morning, before i start my day~ from the magical dancing mermaid music by amy steinburg Enjoy!

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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes "Awww!” ~Jack Kerouac as the

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our library books are overdue. as is that one movie from the movie store that i keep forgetting to take back. it seems i'm conducting a sort of theme for life these days. i feel a bit overdue in many regards. e-mails, phone calls, shower taking, and the general bits and pieces of life that seem to be hanging up to dry for a while. mostly, it can be chalked up to celebration. we have been

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I was reading a few blogs the other day, and I clicked on misplaced mama, as I do when I am needing raw, real truth that sinks into my soul and makes me want to wrap my arms around my own skin and open my heart to the world. She always does that for me. With this particular click, I rested my eyes on this paragraph: "i am done with thinking this blog is a place for something other than a

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I have been occupying a tender little place for the past week or so. I noticed that several experiences in my life were taking me to these places of fear, where I started to want to shut down a little bit, close off, and cuddle up. My mind has been trying to attach to several different distractions where I am quickly brought back to the root of it all and I am left with the fears and the

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just a few images from our painting time today. i have been feeling a bit "off". worn out. in need of a big nest of goodness. i find that when i am cramped up in that bubble of discomfort...it is good to create. it is always good to create with my children. there is something very therapeutic about the action. about doing something. about making something even with all the grumblies hanging

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my mama's hands. if you have spent much time in this little blog space of mine, you have probably noticed this theme running through my life and efforts. this theme of wanting to make a difference, of wanting to make my actions matter, of carrying a bit of a tortured soul over how to make space for the everything i feel and ache for. i am consistently

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Journey just stopped nursing in February. I never thought that I would wean any of my children...I was much more inclined to let them initiate that departure. Asher weaned himself around 14 months and it was all in his own time. But Journey. She could nurse all day...all night...all the time. She LOVED it. And it was starting to become something that really interfered with sleep, for both of

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i just got finished watching Across the Universe (again). i like to watch that movie whenever i feel the need for a little nudge into what really matters. and for some creative inspiration. really, just an all around heart tug. plus. jim sturgess? um. ya. pretty much a ginormous crush. honestly, it couldn't be any bigger. i have been feeling pretty quiet today. my dreams are on my mind. my

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i've had this wonderful love for vinyl for quite some time now. i don't even remember when it started. but something about a record. yum. so you can imagine (or at least try) my disappointment when not one, not two BUT THREE of my record players were damaged beyond repair by my very own husband in the length of time i have known him. two were stepped on in college. and the third was

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so. i have been really trying to make things happen around here. i have all of these little projects in my mind for our space. a photo placed here. some paint over here. a little decoupage on this. some lights hung over that. except. none of it has seemed to be actually, um, happening. because there are piles. and i really mean PILES of laundry to be done. there are loads of dishes to be

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this motherhood thing. wow. just when i think that things are flowing in a certain direction, i am met with a new stage, new questions, a new course to flow along with. i have been watching my children lately. i have been seeing them grow in some really intense and significant ways. i have seen how journey instigates and challenges and blazes her own trail. i have seen her warrior come out to

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it never takes me long to rest in the comfort that being in nature brings to me. for some reason, i am always brought back to myself. to what is important to me. to where i have been letting city pace take charge and navigate my rhythm. when i am with nature, i can remember the calm. i can hear the song. i can smell the scent of simplicity...and i feel so much more certain of the whispers to

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what do you think of my shiny new rain boots? i think they are delightful. and it just so happens that we have had a little bout of spring the past several days here in the valley of the SUN. and that has been just as delightful as my shiny new rain boots. i am off to nurture my love for spring weather with a weekend in the mountains. shiny new rain boots are coming along... as is my

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i'm mending the bits of my heart that broke off after having met this little love of a pup, welcomed her into our home with great hope, and then returned her to her rightful family at the end of things. it all works out as it should, i suppose. she showed up in my life rather giftedly. just wandering about. we met by both of us being in the right place, at the right time. i fell for her

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i live for those expansive moments. the ones that make you breathe deep and fill your lungs with enough oxygen to last for days. i never know when i might journey into those, but i am always so comforted when i meet myself there. i met one at the beach last week. i saw a quiet opportunity to venture down the shore as my wee ones played with their daddy in the surf. i began looking

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i can't quite figure out exactly what has been keeping me away from this luscious little space. is it because i am dirt tired by the time night falls, and that is really the only time i have to collect enough thoughts to write something? is it because i have been exploring so much of myself that it feels a bit too tender and vulnerable to share any of it here? is it because i am still

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i have been feeling that ache for simplicity. that drive for the bare minimum. that call to let go and detox... to rid myself of the extra. i went out to the farm with my grandpa and the kids yesterday, and it was a great nourishment to me because life was visually abundant. and it was all organic, natural, rooted in earth. i don't know to what length i will travel on my journey to

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So, for the first time in my life...I am living in a house that has high speed internet. Oh my. The world is at my fingertips. And VIDEOS. VIDEOS!!!! I get to watch on-line videos. So, I might be a little video happy for the next month or so...but there is so much beauty to see and share. I logged on just a few minutes and saw this little video on the corner of my screen. I

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check out this love. i am completely taken by this man...and that video. so beautiful.

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incredible beauty surrounds me in every moment. it is as accessible as the sun during long summer days. how do i forget to see? how can i forget to hear? those bright bodies of truth... those soft chimes of faith. around me. within me. beside me. here.

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*sigh* i've been breathing in. and out. and in. and out again. over and over, i come back. come back. come back. come back home. i'm forever on that path of self work, self realization, self love... but it seems that i have been in a place of deep work, deep realization, deep love. and i've been wrapped in a cocoon of healing...with scar tissue creating a home for my growing heart. i keep

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Happy St. Paddy's Day to you!!!!

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he has had an unquenchable thirst for flying after having watched a pippy longstocking show last month. he has been trying ever since, and came up beside me yesterday asking if i could help him put on some wings so that he could go outside and fly. there are so many things about this that touch me so deep. one of them being that we are really learning about how much "failure" brings us closer to

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excuse me for this insufficient blurb.but blurb is the word.i am knee deep in thought.in processing photos.in moving boxes.and in transformation. but.i am here.and i know the words will come. much love!

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"Everything is GROWING mama...see everything is growing?". "Why is everything growing?". Just as I, my junebug has been taking note of all the life around us. Greens and browns and bright blossoms of promise appearing on the sturdy branches of anchored life. It really is a change to witness all around...the earth transforming into spring. It is really warm here. Really, very warm. My children

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"Dogen, a great Zen master, said, "If you walk in the mist, you get wet." So just listen, read and write. Little by little, you will come closer to what you need to say and express it through your voice.Be patient and don't worry about it. Just sing and write in tune."~ an excerpt from Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg I read these words several weeks ago, and they have stayed in my

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i feel as though i am crawling into a slumbering room that hasn't held me in years. it is quiet and thoughtful and there is wide open air all around me. i don't have much to say. but then again, yes...yes i am sure i do. i miss writing here. very much. i know that it is time to hop into that practice again after a nice steady break of letting it go...but to start after all this time has

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i figure if i wait any longer to get on here and write. well, i fear i just won't ever post again. so here i am. hi there. ;)today was such a beautiful day. seriously. the weather could NOT have been any more perfect and despite the fact that my allergies are making me c.r.a.z.y. (i have to blame something, right?)...i spent a good chunk of time outdoors with my little ones. playing. painting.

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wishing you beautiful moments with your loved ones!

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i need words.i have a lot of junk to sort through in my mind, and i need to write.the thoughts are all getting too loud and they need to breathe.after this, i will slip back into the quietude of december views...where occasionally i have posted a few images of our december moments.i had a dream last night.someone gifted my family with a video game system.i think it was a wii.i think i can count

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wine and wonderland

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sinking in to the season

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~filling me to my fullest, several times a day~

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~*~ ~*~ ~*~

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* * * * * * * * *

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I am really tired. Really. Very tired. And I feel slightly sad about a few uncertainties in how my efforts towards life and loving are being received in the universe. I am a bit alone and wandering. I feel quiet but occasionally I just want to laugh really, really loud. Laughing really loud feels so good sometimes. Mostly, I am busy...and full of thought, and I don't have many moments

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and on this day, was the birth of a girl who knew her song so certainly.she sang it with the intensity of fire,and the softness of a bird's wing.so surely she sang...that it woke the angels' with a whisper.and they all watched in wonder,of her magical story. happy birthday my soul child.keep singing that beautiful song.

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i have much to catch up on here in this little space of sanctuary for my thoughts, starting with a re-cap of a very special event that took place this past weekend.several members from my family (including my mom, uncle and cousin) began their adventure on friday to walk the breast cancer 3-day.this was the third (and final) year for both my mom and uncle to be walking. it has been 4 years since

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sweedish fish outside on a blanketit's the simple things, really.isn't it?

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we went to the zoo this past weekend and all the animals were out and about. the storm that was brewing was making them all crazy.we saw lots of activity, but our favorite friend was this guy.we stayed at this exhibit with him for over 15 minutes, just watching and waiting for him to move.isn't he cool?he even has a piercing on his back.you don't mess with that.and doesn't it seem like if he

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Do you ever look around your environment and see your inner workings being represented in the world around you? Lately, I have been noticing my life is looking like this: I have been busy. I kind of feel like I am spinning around at speeds that are beyond my control. Life is kind of whirling past me and I'm watching it all with a smile.My quiet little photography business has been lively

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an alter downtownin celebration ofDia de los MuertosDay of the DeadIt has been a full week since Dias de los Muertos, but I didn't want another one to pass by without sharing some of the color and life that we got to partake in when we ventured downtown for a celebration in honor of this tradition.music, art, drums, marigolds, color, jewelry, life, joy...it all abounded.check it out!here

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yesterday, i found my energetic hope being sucked thin by other people's words stemmed from emotions of anger and hatred that i read all over my computer screen.i tried to understand...and i couldn't.i see that some people are amazingly untouched by this victory, and i can easily let destructive attitudes stunt me.but i deeply want to move forward.*seriously*and i know that it takes coming

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life feels pretty multi-faceted, doesn't it.i struggle with knowing which things are mine to hold and which aren't.so on days when the negativity of people's words that you read, the anger of things that you hear, the depleting energy that perhaps you let sneak and soak into your heart are just to much to bare.pass the hat.oh! and for the sake of kicks and giggles it helps if it is one

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I woke up this morning with such a different feeling in my chest.Lightness, hope, encouragement.It is a feeling of witnessing and partaking in something so deeply significant, it is challenging to wrap my mind around the hugeness.I am full of hope.And, my faith in humanity is brimming with fullness.Yesterday, throughout the morning, I tried to talk with Asher and Journey about what it means to

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and now i am dancing around my living room with so much joy and hope.serious happiness.

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at some point, my house will clean itself, right?i keep waiting.asher was laying on the kitchen floor this morning, flapping his arms and legs in fan-like motions...mimicking the art of making snow angels.he said: "mama, i am making a SAND angel."i said: "oh cool...would you mind moving over to the carpet to do that?"he said: "NO...I want to make a real one!"oh, i get it.i can just keep on

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my mind is so far from my body right now.i had all of these wonderful intentions for celebrating this time of year with my little ones and nothing has really come together for us the past few weeks.i don't even think that i got one picture of both my kiddos in their costumes!i'm trying to gather myself together and have my mind catch up to where i am in this moment...but it has been so easy to

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it has been so amazing to me to watch my children learn every new step and sound...every new discovery that prods them on to greater understanding. it is the way we learn...always. we find something interesting, we start to explore what it means to us, we take risks and try our hand at whatever it is we are hoping to grasp.i am coming into my own understanding of growth and learning and new

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several weeks ago, i met up with a group of like minded mamas and there were speakers who shared with us the truth of this and that...the toxins in our environment and different ways in which we are exposing ourselves to harmful elements of our world. it was all very informative and enlightening and there were plausible steps offered that helped with the helpless feelings that come with knowing

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or the life in a week.depending on how you look at it. "won't you come out to play?" Life has been full. pleasant. achy. lovely. hard. I am in deep processing mode...accepting the fullness that living gives.I have been quiet around here, and I may continue to be for a little while. Tonight I kissed Asher's lips and whispered in his ear as I always do..."Now go fly with your angels

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There is something visiting me in the much awaited coolness of my mornings. Something is encouraging me to wrap a protective covering around my soul, shielding me from the hatred running rampant outside that sometimes seeps into my blood. I keep hearing these whispers that lead me to music that pours inspiration into every morsel of my being until I feel like I am going to explode all over my

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there is so much to be said for what i don't know.about this world.about my life.there is so much that i haven't uncovered.about my heart.about my potential.about my purpose.there is so much that i am unsure of.my future.my passions.my dreams.but one thing that i KNOW. one thing that i have DISCOVERED.one thing that i am SURE of.is this:i am ever willing to explore.I spend this love thursday in

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So, for the past few weeks it seems Journey and her relationship with sleep have steepened into the "I don't want anything to do with you" period. She has always been a finicky sleeper, with nursing being one of the only things that will help bring her to slumber or tempt her there again. But as of late, sleep has been nearly non-existent for this little one. Both chilis have been working

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Our nature table seems to perpetually have some kind of creature taking up room here. We have jars with caterpillars, bug homes with lizards and some with "big red bugs"...of whom I am still unsure of what they are specifically...though they breed millions in our backyard.We have a general guideline that we only keep things captive for a short while so that we can observe them and learn from

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Our last produce basket came with a 3 lb bag of granny smith goodness. That also coincided with a weekly theme of apples running through our seasonal learning guide. So, we used what we had to experiment with some apple stamping art: Of which quickly became imagined dinosaur footprints, of course.Apple stamps, dinosaur footprints...art it what you make it. Journey and I used the rest to

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The garden is planted! It has been an ongoing project but all the seeds were tucked snugly in their new bed this past weekend. It has been such a joint effort with my mom and dad giving me the motivation I needed to get things rolling. The weekend before last, they gave me a call, knowing my desire for a raised bed, saying they were bringing over the materials to build it up. Not only that, but

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(photos by Josh) Because for this adrenaline junkie, it isn't enough to go down a GINORMOUS inflatable water slide on your bottom. Or even on your stomach head first. Come to think of it, it won't cut it if your body has any contact with the ginormous water slide at all. That just doesn't hold the rush that he needs. So, instead...he flies. And he loves it. But really. Should he be

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not only is it what i will be voting for come november in the u.s of a,but, it is also what i did with my hair late friday night. i took it from this: to this: and in doing so, i dethroned myself from the title of being the "all natural girl" from my dear dad's perspective! hee hee. although, i might argue that CHANGE is as natural as it gets.inevitably partaken of by all of nature. and

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Today started off great. There were quite a few things to mark off the "to do" list and we got rolling early enough to avoid the feared for melt down hour. Things went off without a hitch. Well...there were a few hitches. But, I figure if you can count the number of hitches on one hand, you might as well say that it all went off without a hitch. Because, really, that is as good as it gets.

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overheard at lunch yesterdayasher: "Nourney, I am fwustwated!"journey: "fwu-ate?"asher: "Ya Nourney. Fwustwated means panish (spanish) for MAD!"

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driving around town on a sunday errand expedition, i spotted, out of the corner of my eye, a painted VW bus parked in the driveway of a house down a side street.i made a mental note to swing by it on my way back home.things like that bring me smiles, so of course i remembered to do it.the bus artistically communicated love and joy and that was enough to make me want to say "oh SOME DAY i will

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My eyes, upon sleepy awakening, drifted over towards the door of our bedroom this morning where they rested on the division of light and dark. Both of which were accepting and allowing for the other to exist and take space. I immediately thought of keeping the balance and the pleasant fact that today marks the first day of autumn. Well...good morning fall! (and hello again to the beautiful "art

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this was my mantra last night during yoga as i held tree pose and stared out at my focal point...a strong, rooted, sturdy tree holding center close to the lake. it reminded me to stand tall. to not dismiss my wants and needs. to honor the complexity of my being. to remember my simplicity. to always listen to what calls out to me. to ignore the persuasive feeling that i must be someone other than

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Over at this living angel's space , I recently read about her journey into peace with her three little loves that day. It touched me so much to read about their adventure. It was a familiar exchange that I have experienced between me and my own babes, where the only thing that brings us peace is getting out and breathing with the wild, open air. After reading her words, I was immediately

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I shouldn't forget to mention all of the fun we have been having over the past few weeks. Yes, let's not forget that. There has been a lot of work and a lot of adjusting to new elements added into our days (the adjusting is still going on...it may take a while). But there has been a lot of FUN that has exploded into our days here and there.One of them being that Josh was handed a pair of tickets

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happy harvest moon! we were driving home from a day of play last night and i pleaded with josh to pull off to the side of the road so that i could snap a few of the moon. so beautiful. so complete (well, last night she was almost complete). i have been paying more and more attention to the moon cycles into my adult years and there is something so magical about that knowledge and connection

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Have I mentioned that waking up before my children means that I must pull myself from bed around 5 am? It does mean that. It also means I have a bit of convincing to do with Journey when I try and leave her side. Or rather, when the milk supplier leaves her side. But I did it. Today I pried myself away and comforted my longing to sleep with little reminders of how great it might feel to

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wanting to write. hoping to write. holding intention to write and actually WRITING...are very.very different things.i am so sore from pulling weeds in the backyard.should i be that sore??i wonder how long journey will sleep before she wakes up to nurse.i wonder how much longer journey will want to nurse.there is something really funky going on with my throat.i must want to say something to

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Oh where does the time go? Really, I can't seem to find it anywhere. It seems to be dancing in breezes of storms twisting the night. It echoes in pages of homeschooling inspiration and gets stolen away in meetings with this group and that. I call for it across dreams of my edible garden, a clean yard, a clothesline planted firmly within arms length reach. Whispers of time wander in and out of my

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I crave open space. Not just in a physical sense but also within the realms of mental and emotional breaks and gaps...wide open space. It heals me, it gives me room to simply breathe and it takes me into greater understanding of my relationship with self.The family I was born into knows this of me. They know my need for space in many forms and they often do their best to accommodate that need of

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