The view from here…

My eyes are weary from scanning the horizon looking for the next thing. I’ve spent so much time in the past couple of years looking off in the far distance for what is coming, that it feels like I am missing the beauty in my every day. Like a sailor looking for land, I’m missing the color and movement of the waves and sky in this moment. Continue reading “The view from here…”

Anticipation…

As she carried our tray toward the table at lunch today, I couldn’t help but smile. She has softened over the past few months. Her belly lead the way as she moved through the crowded restaurant. Her pink sweatshirt looked particularly sweet today. She’s radiant as a mom to be. Her world is about to be rocked by my grandson. She’s starting to have contractions, the baby has dropped, time is getting near. Continue reading “Anticipation…”

Living well…

For far too much of my life, I’ve been pulled along by the needs and expectations of others. In this season, I want to be propelled by my own values and intention. I’ve spent so much of my life responding to the needs or wants of others, I feared I had lost my own inner compass. Continue reading “Living well…”

Baby shower…

I didn’t have a baby shower before my first child was born. My family helped me pull together the pieces I would need for a nursery, and I brought my girl home to my mother’s house. I made it through those first days of motherhood surrounded by my mom, dad, and sister. Soon Grandmas were there to help as well. When that baby cried, a whole team responded. Continue reading “Baby shower…”

Roast chicken…

I’m a pretty good cook, even if I do say so myself. It’s been a long hard road to get to a good place in the kitchen. When Keith and I first got married we lived upstairs in a two family home. After a long day of work, he would open the door at the bottom of the stairs and be greeted by the smell of roast beef or chicken, spaghetti, or other delectable meals. Then he walked up the stairs to our apartment, where I placed fish sticks and macaroni and cheese on the table. Continue reading “Roast chicken…”

Fresh herbs…

One of the best things about summer in New England is my herb garden. I began growing herbs long before I knew what to do with them, I wanted to be a person who cooked with herbs. Just to be clear, I also wanted to be a person who sipped herbal tea and loved wine. I am nothing if not a goal setter. Continue reading “Fresh herbs…”

The real deal…

Tonight we gathered for family dinner. In my imagination, this is a time of bonding and genteel conversation. For a moment this afternoon, I thought maybe we could watch the debate. Maybe discuss national politics with rational, calm voices. Or maybe talk about international issues, or conflict areas. Although I’d love to spend time with the family in my imagination, they did not attend our family dinner. Continue reading “The real deal…”

My to do list…

I love a good list. My new color-coded “Bullet Journal” has become my best friend. I’m organizing my life, because well, it makes me feel less chaotic. You know, I’m running in several different directions at the same time and I am learning a couple of new systems. I need a way to make sure I don’t drop those lovely spinning plates. Continue reading “My to do list…”