Tuesday, February 19, 2013


Sometimes, I get a sense-memory, an old one, the weight of you in my belly, and then in my arms, like a loaf of warm, heavy bread.

And then today, I look up and you are seven.

I am frightened of your growth. I am also smothering prideful smiles that sneak to my lips throughout the day. Never before has someone so much belonged to me.

Never before have I so much belonged to someone.

Friday, February 15, 2013

friday senses.

Well I'm amazed that it's Friday again. This has been a doozy of a week, let me tell you. I have very little planned for the weekend except catching up on some rest, getting the house in order, and picking away at a scarf I'm working on. What do you have planned?

Making: this scarf. It's a very easy pattern that brings a very pretty result. Mine won't be purple however, but a combination of rust and burnt orange. Using some of that delicious wool I found at the thrift store. (My good friend Jenny made me that little cozy pictured above. Isn't it cute? And one of my very favorite colors.)

Seeing: images from this blog. I've always carried a fascination with the way people dress, not in the sense of what is in fashion, but more pondering over the small, special items people pick out, and why they wear them. Clothes have stories, just as everything else does.

Smelling: lemon oil. I polished some of our wooden furniture this morning.

Tasting: mandarin oranges.

Hearing: absolutely nothing. I have the house all to myself and I'm enjoying it immeasurably.

Feeling: a bit sore, from all walks I've been taking, but so refreshed from the air and sunshine.

Loving: this t-shirt. I'm trying to resist temptation, but I may need one of these.

Reading: The Last Runaway by Tracy Chevalier. I've been sucked in.

Praying: for my husband and son. Being thankful for them, for all that we have. For strong coffee, books, togetherness, for bright colors and for hope.

Good day to you all <3

Friday, February 8, 2013

friday senses.

Making: nothing. The knitted cowl has been abandoned for some riveting fiction, per usual. Later I'll be cooking feta sausages with roasted potatoes and carrots, and some homemade mac and cheese.

Seeing: how badly I need to dust. It's all I can notice right now, literally tearing my attention away from everything else. And yet, I probably won't do it today. Because.

Smelling: coffee. Surprised?

Tasting: bananas. I just ate three. Yes, three bananas.

Hearing: my husband giggle like a school-boy, while Hayden chases him around trying to tickle him. Hilarious.

Feeling: vaguely ill, which just seems to be the general state of being in the grand winter of 2012-2013.

Loving: my brother Shane, and our absolutely ridiculous FB conversations. Here's a lovely example (please pardon the swears):

Me: There's so much we need to do. Can you imagine if we were billionaire children with all the time and money in the world? Jeez.

Shane: I think that's why we're NOT. lol We would cause the collapse of civilized society.

Me: Probably.....SHANE I NEED BOOTS. fuck. My boots have sagging ankles. This isn't working.

Shane: Saggy ankles are the worst.

Me: I need those weird shin suspender thingies that old men used to wear to hold their non-elastic socks up.

Shane: Sex incarnate.

Me: right?!?!?----

Reading: First Love by Joyce Carol Oates. I think I don't like it.

Praying: that Hayden's parent/teacher conference goes off without a hitch today. That we get some more sun this week. Really, realllllllly need some more light.

Happy weekending all. xo

Friday, February 1, 2013

friday senses

Making: a lot of tea. We are still under the weather over here.

Seeing: lovely photographs, from this blog.

Smelling: the lingering scent of nag champa incense. It's in my hair and clothing.

Tasting: homemade granola, with blueberries, sunflower seeds, and little chunks of dark chocolate.

Hearing: my husband splitting logs.

Feeling: like my head might explode. To quote George Carlin, "There are ghosts in my sinuses."

Loving: my beautiful friends, offering support from miles and miles away. Also loving/depending on my books of poetry.

Reading: Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver. The woman can do no wrong, I'm telling you.

Praying: for sunnier days and a reprieve from sickness.

good weekend to you friends. xo