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Spirals with multiple injuries, cracks and gouges, jagged edged and hard like shards, like knives ready to inflict instead of being inflicted upon. Some whose edges are once again smooth, ready to soothe, ready to scoop sand and shimmer. . . . → Read More: Galveston 
Did you know that one of the collective nouns for puffins is “an improbability of puffins?” . . . → Read More: kodiak kaleidoscope 
I am grateful for hope, which appears in this moment not as a thing with feathers, but with fur. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ everywhere and nowhere 
“…we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid, the new dawn blooms as we free it, for there is always light if only we are brave enough to see it, if only we are brave enough to be it.” — Amanda Gorman, The Hill We Climb. . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ lighter 
With your mind empty and clear, individual words roll under you like the waves. . . . → Read More: a boatswain’s crepuscular ditty 
I was putting away seeds from the flowers I grew this summer, knowing I would need to have the memory of past flowers and the hope of future flowers tucked in a safe place in order to get through the flowerless days. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ seed bank  One comment  abundance, gratitude, natural world, thankful thursday  abundance, america the beautiful, being a mama, birds, boats, books, calendula, connection, date night, flowers, gardening, gratitude, honey, hope, husband, kitties, light, nachos, nature, outside, parsimony, rainbow, rainbow connection, raspberries, reading, red violet, regulus calendula, seeds, stars, sun ball, thankful thursday, webs, wildflowers, writing 
Hundreds of geese huddled along the edge of the bay as we drove through foggy smoke after picking up pizza for date night at home. Robins had sat in the grass all day looking stunned. So much dryness. So much stillness after such a turbulent wind. The lawn crunched under my feet as I pick pears up off the ground, embarrassed by the plenty falling into my hands while others are losing everything, or still waiting to hear the outcomes of their everything. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ a list of emptied spaces 4 comments abundance, gratitude, natural world, parenting abundance, beach, being a mama, boats, boiler bay, concentrate the light, farmer's market, food, forest fires, gratitude, guinea pigs, hiking, hugging, lined chiton, love, max, ms b, nature, ocean, otters, outside, pancakes, parenting, photography, sea lions, sea urchins, self care, tears into the ocean, tidepooling 
In quinn’s theatre camp performance this year, he was a battle-weary nutcracker toy who came to life with his gang of other animated toys (a ballerina on whom he had a crush, a teddy bear who liked to give him hugs when he would have war flashbacks, and a jack in the box) who all together came to life to try and save the toy shop from the evils of online shopping. . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ resilience and reciprocity 
~august 23 – setpember 23, 2018~
i picked quinn up from his dad’s, and received the tour of his self-built kayak, including the original concept drawing, the official plan drawings of the eleven, and the 11-foot-long boat itself! quinn explained the parts he did himself, including drawing . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ middle school debut 2 comments abundance, gratitude, lifelong learning, natural world, parenting abundance, advice about girls, algebra, asynchrony, being a mama, boats, books, coparenting, family, food, grammy and grampy, gratitude, intensity, karate, life of fred, love, math, music, outside, parenting, pomegranates, poppy, pythagorean theorem, reading, science, scutoids, shirt on backwards 
over time, i have filled in gaps in my blog, and the final frontier that has been awaiting its day is the time between quinn’s third and fourth birthdays. i established the blog just after he turned 3, but was not posting thorough updates again until just before he turned 4, when i posted the . . . → Read More: archive update ~ quinn age 3 ~ haul away on the one unbroken line |
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