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i love

sunny play corners and sweet Larkin bird

beautiful loving mama-friends who come to craft and willingly read hockey stories instead

this child of mine (who is not mine at all)

this love that turns me inside out


March 31, 2009 at 4:24 am Leave a comment

a rainy walk

I want to move my body outside, every day. Sometimes, from inside where I sit imagining all the layers and all the steps to get out the door, that seems daunting. And, always worth it. Especially when Papa comes along.

Into man’s inner world, the senses pour their cornucopia; the Spirit of the worlds retrieves Itself here in the mirror of the eye, the human eye that from Itself as source must ever and again renew its force.

Rudolf Steiner
Calendar of the Soul: The Year Participated

March 30, 2009 at 2:41 am Leave a comment

one day

This hockey-obsessed boy now known as “Elliott Peter Laroche GOALIE” is in love.

Mom. I like the players so much because (sheepish grin), I love them

The primary object of his adoration is Jim Craig, goalie in the movie Miracle which we’ve now watched, oh, probably twenty times. No kidding.

The big speech before the big game, well, let me just recite it for you.

Great moments are born from great opportunities.
That’s what you have here tonite, boys.
That’s what you’ve earned here tonite.
One game.
If you played them ten times, they might win nine.
But not tonite.
Tonite, you skate with them.
Tonite, you stay with them and you shut them down, because you can.
Tonite, you are the greatest hockey team in the world.

And he goes on.
And those boys do it. They play like it is in fact the only game they will ever play.
One game.

One day.
What if we really lived like there is only one day.
My sister told me about Griefwalker today.
We need to think about death more.
If we lived as if we had only one day left what would be different?

Our quality of presence would be immense.

One day. Why not live like that? These sweet ones already do.

March 28, 2009 at 3:29 am Leave a comment


There are as many other galaxies in the universe as stars in our galaxy.

When I feel tension, resistance to something that is happening, like Elliott not wanting to go outside, or concern about my mom, or someone doesn’t want to be my friend, I remember that.
This whole little drama right here is very, very small.

There is as much space inside of us as outside of us, vast galaxies right here in this body. Breathe.

Create more space.
The pick up truck is FULL of stuff ready for the Good Will. We’ve been clearing out space around here. I am trusting that whatever we need will show up, and my job is to create space. I’m beginning to notice the space between the objects in the house.

Feng Shui.
The motivation is feng shui. The Wealth corner was a bunch of dusty jars of beans and dog food. Sheesh. So, get this. I moved the beans, scrubbed the shelf, took down the cluttered corkboard, put rocks and seashells and purple and vision board in that corner. Not five minutes later the accountant emailed: our tax return is double what we expected. Tim thinks I’m nuts, but whatever. It works whether he believes it or not.

The most essential of all to create more space between your thoughts.

March 27, 2009 at 3:00 am 3 comments

crafty mamas and kids

We started our own crafty mama and kids Mondays here yesterday. Here is Joanna and Axel and her first hat. Four mamas and six children. A few stitches were knit, some tea made, and lots of other play. Gabe our knitting guru kept making the rounds helping us out. Sweet fun. Especially with the newly converted craft and play room.

Nurturing creativity. It has even more to do with how we interact with our children than anything else. Consider this exchange…

Mama, what’s that?

That? That’s called a roller skate.

Oh. For chickens?

Chickens? Are you asking if chickens like to roller skate?


Well. Hmmm. I’m not sure. I’ve seen people use roller skates. They slide a shoe inside those straps and then roll around on the wheels. What do you think?


You think chickens use them?


Oh. Well, of course that’s possible. Do you want to take the roller skate over near the chickens and see what happens?


They try it, taking the roller skate to the chickens. Turns out chickens don’t roller skate. At least not this time, and not while we were watching.

Be open.
Be neutral. (Do you remember what it felt like to be laughed at?)
“Who knows where these ideas come from.”

March 25, 2009 at 3:16 am Leave a comment

saying no.

“You are all Buddhas
There is nothing you need to achieve.
Just open your eyes.”
Siddhartha Gautama

Saying no with loving kindness.

Elliott asks Natalie if she has any gum.
“Hmmm. Let me check.
Yes, we do. Would you like a piece?”

Yes, he would like a piece. And so he has one.
Echo asks for gum. Natalie doesn’t want her to have any. She is 22 months old. Elliott is going on four.


Sometimes we say NO

“Why?” asks Echo.

“Because gum is something that stays in your mouth. It’s just for chewing. Your body wants to swallow. Your body hasn’t learned about chewing gum and not swallowing and I want to help you keep your body healthy and safe.”


“Would you like to find something else that we can pretend is gum?”


March 22, 2009 at 3:53 am Leave a comment

spring. possibility.

Yes, it was this warm here today. Warm enough to shed shirt and shoes and run in the field.
This girl loves to swing. Humming to herself in the sunshine.picture-971
Just look at this exquisite baby chubby-ness. It melts me.

It is all just perfect.
Huge jar of tea spills all over. ‘ahh. I’ve been meaning to wash the floor’

Continuous waking in evening hours. ‘I see..I’m meant to go to bed early tonite.’

Wanting to eat everything I’m eating. ‘Oh yes. I get to change what I’m eating so that it’s healthier and just right for both of us.’

I want to see the opening, the possibility, in everything. It’s right there in front of me when I’m able to open my eyes and free myself from reacting.

Have a lovely weekend, wherever you are.

March 21, 2009 at 4:46 am Leave a comment

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