3 whole months

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Could anything be cuter?

It makes me so sad when people are negative about motherhood. It is so beautiful. As the my bagger helped me out to the car yesterday at the grocery store she kept saying, in her Vietnamese accent, “Oh, why do you have 4 kids. You must be so tired all the time. Clean up this mess, clean up that mess. No sleep.” I just smiled, kissed the baby I was wearing and said, “But they’re so fun. They are so good…”

Sure, I’m often tired. Sometimes I’m at my wit’s end with a screaming 2 1/2 year old who wants Superman fruit snacks for breakfast. But, when that 2 1/2 year old looks at my wedding picture he thinks I’m a fairy. Now, doesn’t that make it worth it? Someone thinks I have magical powers!

The joys of this day:

-watching interpretive dance in my very own living room

-mud pies and muddy toes

-4 sets of big blue eyes

-nursing a baby

-big sister attempting to change a diaper

-crazy curly hair

-soft baby breath and skin against my cheek

-a bike ride in the cool breeze

There are ideas swimming around in my head that probably won’t ever get to come out as art. There are a lot of clothes in my closet to don’t fit.

But, look at that little human up there. There really is nothing better than being his.

namaste

The divine in me bows to the divine in you.

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The quality of our lives depends on how we respond to the light that comes from others. It beckons to us– this light– to see them as they are, to respect, to revere, to embrace, and above all– to love. It seems to come naturally for us to resist this light and what it asks us to do. We are naturally self-absorbed. But, when we’re soft and sensitive and other-minded we can sense that light in human beings, in nature, in God.

I think I’m starting to understand what Jesus meant when he said the “he who will save his life will lose it, and he who will lose his life will find it.” When we yield to the light that beckons us to love and serve we shed our self-centered motivations, the pretenses we create in trying to prove we really are what we think we are, and our own authentic divine nature can shine through. In losing our self-centeredness, motivated by honest love, we become our true selves.

Relationships are everything.

Namaste.

(Oh, and check out one of my very favorite things on the internet: Yoga Today)

unveiling the new hobby

I have a japanese maple tree right outside the window by our kitchen table. The leaves are such brilliant colors, it’s branches so delicate, and the seed helicopters so perfectly miniature.

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I’m a minimalist when it comes to jewelry and have always thought one of those little maple helicopters in silver would be my dream necklace– so I searched for just the right thing on etsy and never found it. In the process I read about pmc (precious metal clay), which you can sculpt like regular clay, then fire it, and you’re left with 99.9% pure silver. A little more searching and I came across this and I decided to try it out.

Here’s the nature-girl jewelry! I’m hooked! I love making things that have some magic to them– starting with one thing, ending up with another. These are some of my first attempts. The one on the card is a birthday present for someone :)

liberation!!

I can’t even say in words how thankful I am for spring weather. We had a teaser at the end of March, then (much like most everyone else in the US) we went back to winter. Snow for Easter?! I’ve been desperate for the sun to come out.

Now, check out this set-up:

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I’ve been brainstorming how I might go on bike rides with 4 kids. I decided that if I had a seat on the back of my bike for Logan, then I could put the car seat in the trailer for Ian. Then I could take advantage Jonah’s newly acquired training-wheel-less riding skills, put Brenna on her bike, and we could cruise the neighborhood together. Even better, we could get a trailer hitch bike rack for the back of the van and I could take the kids to explore the bike paths around town. I was even eyeing the perfect mom bike, figuring out how many journals and prints I’d need to sell in order to get it.

Well, Barry decided my bike dreams were far too worthwhile to go on being dreams. He got the bike rack and the perfect seat for Logan and we set them up on my old mountain bike. That was all well and good– but my mother-of-four bottom parts were not so happy with the seat situation there. I was beyond excited when we stopped at the bike store to test drive Electra Townies and Barry had in mind more than just a test drive. Now this pink-pearl girlie beauty is all mine. I’ll sell prints and journals one of these days so I can deck it out with fenders and a basket :)

I’m not going to post pictures of me actually riding the mom-mobile because it would completely destroy the romantic picture I have in my head of how cool I look riding it. Just imagine me with a stylish gray helmet, cool shades, long flowing hair, very cute shoes, and just as cute legs to push those pedals with.