Thursday, June 18, 2015

// Responsibilities //

“I've seen women insist on cleaning everything in the house before they could sit down to write... and you know it's a funny thing about housecleaning... it never comes to an end. Perfect way to stop a woman. A woman must be careful to not allow over-responsibility (or over-respectabilty) to steal her necessary creative rests, riffs, and raptures. She simply must put her foot down and say no to half of what she believes she "should" be doing. Art is not meant to be created in stolen moments only.” 
― Clarissa Pinkola Est├ęsWomen Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype


A cloud visited our yard the other night; after a few days of rain and miserable humidity.  It creeped down our rock-mountain, over the vines and fallen trees and settled on the grass; on our yard.  I watched it arrive from our window.  I was washing dishes and glanced behind me and saw it,  I had to use the bathroom and I peered out and window and there it was and I knew it was only a visitor.  It was the slowly arriving house-guest.  The days were sticky.

I had so many things to do.  When people say their houses are dirty and show me a few toys on their clean carpets or papers piled on their shiny counter-tops I laugh.  I feel as if I am always cleaning, tidying, walking after my kids with stretched-thin arms cleaning, cleaning, reminding.  Yet, everything seems dirty and not the sort of dirty I'd post on instagram and say "look at my messy house."  It's really messy and I'm left wondering how a writer is supposed to write?  How is a woman supposed to feel?

But a cloud visited the other night and the fog was thick in our yard.  Our yard is a bit wild, but the mist was jungle-like; I was wild woman- queen on top a fallen tree trunk because I dropped the dishes, threw the broom, left my laundry piles and remembered that clouds don't visit often.

If our responsibilities are blocking our creativity it means that there are a few responsibilities that can wait.  It means that there will always be cleaning, as long as we are living there will be rooms to tidy, clothes to wash.  I've gotten consumed with the cleaning and less with the creating lately; I'm happy that cloud reminded me to live a little more.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

// saturday //

I made fresh bread this morning and I think that's what started out the day right.  Fresh bread, fresh day: it's all the same.  We took a long hike soon after and then dropped Jimmy off at work.  The boys cried a lot, saying "no, daddy go! no!"  Which broke me heart and even more so when Asher kept saying "just one hug.  just one kiss."  Those "just one's" can turn into quite a few and it's his genius way of stalling because of course, we love all the affection!  He's smart, that one.

I painted the boy's face so they could be kittys and they "meowed" all over the place.  Then, I decided dinner should be served on a blanket in our backyard.  The boys were thrilled and quickly plopped their butts down.  Literally, they plopped- they jumped up in the air and landed.  As they were eating, we realized we were sitting by a chipmunk's hole and he kept peering out of the tall grass, looking around cautiously and then running for dear life as they boys yelled "look, mommy!  chipmunk!"  Poor guy!  I'm sure he got home after the boys moved on to their next activity.  Asher asked, "Hold him?"  I had to explain, yet again, that they don't like to be held.

Random activities brought us to sun down and night, night time.
I'd like to make bread again, I think.

















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Thursday, June 4, 2015

// Where We Wander: Ferns //

I used to post a "Where We Wander" weekly and it's so lovely to be able to bring our little adventures back to the blog.  We made it a priority to get out during winter, but that usually involved our backyard.  There wasn't a lot of wandering.  It was a bit chilly this morning, but we still decided to go for a short walk.  This hike is one that we did frequently last summer.  It's near our house and unbelievably beautiful.  At the start of the path there are hundreds of ferns and I've been dying to photograph them.  Asher found a nice, flat rock and sat on it saying, "Oh, mommy! it's so comfy!"  Jimmy and I smiled at his idea of comfort.  I mean, it's a rock! hehe.  He also told Elliot, "Maybe the ground is wet because it's been raining a lot."  He's at the age where he's not just repeating sayings, but forming these wonderful ideas and explanations for things.  It's absolutely awe-inspiring.  I'm absolutely in love with these two little wild ones.  













                                                            






My dress is from the Fabrik Store and can be found here <3
The boys are wearing a few items from EGG by Susan Lazar

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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

// the month of may //

May was busy, fun and let's be honest, a bit exhausting.  There were quite a few birthdays (Elliot turned four!)  And we had a bunch of photo shoots.  I've been editing and practicing my photography, which means I'm spending a little more time in front of a screen than I'd like.  The kids, Jimmy and I would absolutely prefer to be outside every day, all day.  However, the need to move forward both financially and creatively has us staying inside sometimes, even on beautiful days.  (i've cried over it to be completely honest.)  It seems impossible to sit in front of a screen when it's beautiful out, but sometimes it's the only day we have to work and beauty or not, we have to make the difficult choice.  Breaks have helped, although sometimes they turn into a bit longer than we planned.  (but there was a lizard crawling across the boy's little mountain and he had a red tail and oh my goodness!- there's a mommy and baby one too!)  

So, we are learning and attempting to find balance.  But, i've felt so pulled in one direction and direction involves sippy cups, diaper changed,  and "mommy look at me! look at me! look at me!"  I go on instagram and quickly scroll through all of the gorgeous photos on my feed and I think "I just don't have any time."  I've taken another step back and thought "is this just self-pity?"  and sometimes it is, but more often I literally feel the hours slipping away and I wonder why I didn't apply myself more before I had kids.  I hope this comes across in the way I hope, but I just read an article on how likeability is bull shit, so I'm just going to let it spill out.  And hopefully I choose most of the right words. ;)

Sometimes, I slip from the sheets in the morning, groggy and uninspired but hoping that will change. I throw on pajama pants or sometimes not and tip toe into the kitchen.  I bring a book and my journal and hope to write without interruption.  But something interesting has happened more than once; more than a few times actually.  I pour my coffee into my cup and I hear "mommy? mommy?"  How do they know to wait until my coffee is in my cup and I already feel at ease that yes, my children are asleep and I'm about to have some quiet me time, even though it's insanely early and I'd rather sleep, but now is the only time so why not?  It's at this moment, when the coffee aroma is entering my soul that I hear "mommy?"

I just don't have the time to read, write, create.

Or maybe I'll find it.  Maybe I'll create it.  

These are my thoughts coming out of May; a busy, but fun month.  



























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