Thursday, May 6, 2010

Summer is coming.

Summer is hovering just beyond the horizon and I am so ready for it.
I want to be hot and sweaty and feel the breeze cool off my skin.
I want to tend my herb garden and hear my husband sigh with satisfaction when he tastes my inventive creations.
I want to hike with my boys up to a hidden waterfall.
I want to ride my bike around town and feel the wind in my hair.
I want to wear my summer dresses and see a dusting of bronze on my pale skin.
I want to lay out a blanket and watch the clouds float by.
I want to swim in the river which is equally terrifying and exhilarating.
I want to eat fresh vegetables that I picked with my own hands.
I want to can sweet, succulent raspberry jam that I will eat in the winter to remind myself of summer.
I want to read scads of books while I bask in that elusive Oregon sun.
I want to visit the vineyards and drink summer wine.
Its coming and yes please, I will have some of that!

Sunday, May 2, 2010

This is the epitome of a feel good song.

I have been feeling stretched very thin for several
weeks now and today as I was (again) running around town
getting supplies for all of the events I have going on I
realized that sometimes you have to just force yourself
to take a deep breath and relax even if you don't
have the time. Well this song came on the radio and I
rolled down the windows and felt the wind and the sun
and I went ahead and took that deep breath. And it felt good.

Really what life comes down to is being happy and feeling
good. Living in the moment and not letting all of those
pressing responsibilities suck away your joys.
I rather think that is what Paul Rodgers and Mick Ralphs
were thinking about when they wrote Feel Like Makin Love.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Yum, Yum, Yes Please!

Pioneer Woman Cinnamon Rolls













These hot, gooey, bits of bread are super delicious...my family and friends (and myself) eat them up!

Musings About My Mother

I was raised by my mom Elizabeth, until I was eight years old.
In that (sometimes much too adventurous) time she taught me a lot.
Mostly she taught me, by example of what I didn’t want to be.
That teaching has guided me my entire life.
It wasn’t until recently that I began to see that she is part of me
and that it isn’t a bad thing, wonder of wonders.
I had always thought that if I was anything even slightly like her,
I would have failed which isn’t the case at all.
If anything I am all of her goodness.
Her smile, her nose, her quick laughter, her hair, her hands, her eyes,
her shyness.
But at the same time, I am me, in part because of her.
It has taken me this long to make peace with her inside of me.
And somehow I think I can love her now for her goodness that she
either knowingly or not, gave to me.
I think in a way, I am what she could have been had she been brave.
I think she would be very proud to see how brave and strong I have
become.
I hope that she would gain some satisfaction in knowing
that she helped, even if in part, make me this way.

Friday, April 16, 2010