Sometimes life is busy. Sometimes deadlines are overwhelming. And you get a little lost in it all. You forget to look for the magic.
And other days this happens:
And when it does, you remember that life is abundance.
You breathe in and see it’s one big circle.
You breathe out and remember we’re all here to spiral upward, one lesson at a time.
You breathe in and know this is one of those lessons.
You breathe out…
That’s all.
Seriously, that’s all.
The cherry tomatoes are done messing around. They’re coming for us. Oh the humanity That’s just this morning’s haul. There are half a dozen more that will be ripe by the end of the day. I also picked two raspberries, but my hands were full of tomatoes and too bad they went in my mouth….
John’s rainbow scarf is coming along! It’s about 1/3 done. No pattern here. Just knitting and purling until he’s happy with it. FYI, we will be skipping green. John hates green. I’m working on my flicking technique, and so far I’ve more or less got it down on the knit side. Purl not so much….
My vision to bring our tattered world back into alignment with what’s real I had an experience when I was 15 years old that changed my life. I don’t remember how it happened, but I was asked to be a camp counselor for a group of inner city kids for just one day. That morning,…
For the last year, I’ve eaten oatmeal for breakfast pretty much every day. I love it with fruit and almonds and cinnamon and a splash of milk. Yum! But recently, I switched up my eating schedule and bam! No more breakfast, which kind of meant no more oatmeal (or at least not every day since…
John’s scarf is really coming along, as you can see in the following video: t/w motion sickness It’s getting loooooong So we skipped green. Just cut that right out of the middle of the first skein. Luckily there was only one section that was green. I took this video right before I started on the…
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Our beautiful disaster. I give you the strom-pizza: The horror It started this morning with a cheery, “Let’s make pizza for lunch!” John looked dubious, but I was already measuring the flour. I had a funny feeling that I interpreted as, “I used the wrong yeast.” But…