It been quiet in this space for months I realize.  Occasionally I receive a gentle inquiry asking after us and wondering if there will be more posts.  By way of explanation I offer this meme.  Though it’s silly it is exactly what I do.  What I did. Turning down my inner volume and that of the many voices all around does help me navigate better. Even now I am experimenting with which medium(s) are the best fit for this time of my life. The jury is not yet in but it’s looking more and more like intimate, personal spaces which encourage more one on one interaction and reflection work best. 

A logistics challenge I am having is that I have not turned on my computer every day for months now.  This is not virtuous on my part since my creative outlets live there.  It’s also much easier to post from there. So it all resulted in not writing. The longer I did not write the more catching up there was to to do.  So writing got put off longer. You get this, right? To help with that particular challenge I am experimenting with posting from my phone. If this is all wonky, that’s the problem.

In brief, I am no longer a young mother or even just a mother of young people.  Moira and Mikey made us grandparents in October. Alannah moved to the Midwest for nursing school.  We miss them all terribly. In fact, missing them and our Colorado kids so very much we are taking active steps to be closer to all our adult children.  There have been many obstacles in our way in that regard but we persevere and are grateful these incredible people want us closer.  

More to follow. In the meantime thank you for reaching out.  I miss the names and voices that have come to be so dear to me here. If you’re still out here please say hello.  Let me know how this season is treating you and how you, too, may be striving for a quiet center in a loud world.  

Outside: 

It's not playing around.  It's fall now.  We have had our first freeze and in fact when the breeze picked up this morning it was like we were inside a little snow globe as stray frosty flakes blew off the roof.  Someone remind me I need to bring that geranium in.  

Wearing:

Boots.  I have my requisite pairs of black and brown boots for the season.  I pretty much wear sandals all summer and boots or clogs all winter.  It's a bad foot thing.  I've picked up more sweaters in anticipation of the trip across the mountain to help with the new baby – who will make his appearance very soon. (say a prayer!)

Creating:

Here and there.  The girls and their friend nailed a Pinterest project.  It is still surreal to me that my "little" girls are savvy enough to save and follow through with crafty pins. 

We also spread a sewing project over a couple Sunday afternoons, stitching up a goldenrod colored peasant blouse. It has been so very long since we tackled a whole sewing pattern.  I wish there was time for more!

In the kitchen:

There is juice.  There is a lot of juicing going on. I've been on a kick and really enjoying it, alternating green and orange based recipes.  

Around the house:

There are pumpkins and garlands and spicy tea. I wish it could be autumn all year, with the world bathed in gold and russet and cinnamon and mocha. 

The "big boys" came for the weekend and it was heavenly.  Truly.  It's funny because let me tell you these three were a handful back in the day. I was in way over my head with a houseful of boys and a military husband routinely off and away someplace. I wrangled and scolded and chased and corralled and cajoled. They found every humanly possible way to foil my best laid plans and skirt the rules.  And you know what?  These same boys now send ridiculous puns via messenger.  They drive me to games and make Starbucks runs, bringing back coffee with stevia and cream already mixed up.  They sit and watch 1981 BBC miniseries on their vacation because they read the book with me over the summer. They ask, "What do you think about___?" and they listen to the response. To say I am grateful is a gross understatement. 

From the learning room:

We have been following our lesson plans religiously knowing we will be having a baby year once again, for the first time in a decade.  It will be a different sort of baby year since it is now a grandbaby, but we still hope to split our time between here and there.  Those plans which once seemed so challenging now just come together so easily.  I suppose anything you do year after year eventually does.  When they bring me a questions for a reading passage I no longer need the answer key because I remember the story well from the seven or eight previous students. Since we are down to business right now we have been sticking close to plan, picking up just a few relevant library books and tapping into videos online to expand a topic.  This one coincided with a geography lesson on how topographical maps are made.  Some days are DIY days.  Some days it most definitely suffices to watch someone else do it and get the gist.  The key to homeschool happiness is correctly identifying those days. 

Reading: 

The Screwtape Letters.  And that's really it.  We have been pretty heavily involved in some local social services work and there has not been a lot of free time where I don't just fall asleep.  My goal is to read all the high school novels I did not get to with the other students so I am ready to discuss.  Screwtape it is right now. 

"There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October."  

Nathaniel Hawthorne

October is well underway.  It brought much needed, long awaited rain to the mountain west.  The mountaintops are peeking through fog right now which makes me so very happy, if also homesick for England.  

Autumn has rushed in this year with many demands on our hearts and our time, threatening to disrupt our peace if it could.  It has made some inroads in that regard.  We have been working hard to restore and maintain serenity amidst the trials.  It doesn't require new techniques, just a doubling down on the old paths: 

Prayer, especially with and for family and friends has tied heartstrings across the miles.  In prayer, I am feeling especially grateful for and close to dear ones far away.  Even though it isn't always said – though I am trying to be more mindful of actually saying so – the new babies born and struggling teens and brave patients fighting big battles are all right there with the beads in my hands. The names attached to the notes sent here in this space are never forgotten.

Journaling.  My bullet journal is still going strong.  It's not particularly artistic, but it now houses notes scribbled in throughout the better part of a year.  Some people journal their feelings.  I have lists.  Lists for the grocery, for Amazon, for the library books, the recipes, the schoolwork, the gift ideas. The older I get the more I love looking back at the lists. They are a snapshot of my life at different ages and stages. 

Re-forming the spaces.  I wrote a decade ago about the powerful effect the space has on little children.  There are no tiny people here right now but the same approach has worked its magic on bigger people.  "…by creating order around a restless or unruly child we can help instill ordered behavior from the outside in."  

Still true. 

Tranquility is elusive in some seasons.  The skills honed while nurturing little hearts are surprisingly helpful for meeting the challenges bigger people face.  Take care of your home.  Take care of your heart.  (The one goes a long way towards the other.) It blesses the people you love more than words can say.  

"People nowadays seemed to busy for gaiety, and what was worse, appeared to frown upon innocent enjoyment.  Life was too dreadfully real and earnest these days, thought Mrs. Bailey, and all the young people were middle-aged at twenty. 

If only people would realize that the light hearted…things were not any less significant than the violent and brutish, what a step forward it would be,,. Because a song, a book, a play, a picture, or anything created was gay it did not necessarily follow that it was trivial.  It might be, mused Mrs. Bailey gazing into the moving sunshine with unseeing eyes, a finer thing because it had been fashioned with greater care and artifice; emotion remembered and translated to give pleasure, rather than emotion remembered and evincing only an involuntary and quite hideous howl."    - Miss Read, Thrush Green

Yesterday was the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows.  While it took me longer than hoped to sit down here I did want to still share a bit about this devotion that rather found me.  You see, not only was it not on my radar but I fancied that the joyful images were more appealing to me.  This was another one of those things that I felt was for other people but not me.  I can only chuckle at my own ignorance now, which I seem to do more and more the older I get. 

About a year and half ago my friend, Suzanne, mentioned her boys had brought her information about devotion to Our Lady of Sorrows and special graces for mothers.  I searched all over the internet at the time but was not finding this information myself.  Frustrated, I dropped it as life picked up again.  Then some months later a small package arrived in the mail from our daughter's godmother, a busy mother of many herself whom I don't speak with often.  She thought I might be interested in…… devotion to Our Lady of Sorrows.  She sent me prayers and blessings from her chapel and mentioned the Mother Love book.  

Now, I love this little volume, given to me many years ago by yet another dear friend.   I somehow had not until that moment connected the dots that the Mother Love book was, back in the day, a handbook of sorts for the Archconfraternity of Christian Mothers. At that point I stopped cherry picking through the book for relevent prayers and began to use it as the handbook it is, following the daily prayers and carefully reading the instructional part for fresh inspiration on the vocation of a wife and mother. 

This weekend we said the Litany of Our Lady of Sorrows from the Mother Love prayers.  A copy from a beautiful vintage book is here. The various titles never cease to draw me in and inspire emulation.  The Litany of the Seven Sorrows is here. 

More information on the history of this devotion, including the connection to Fatima here. 

We sometimes joke that we could have used a manual for this job.  I am reminded again and again that this one works pretty well. 

It was late in the evening by the time we all sat down around the table tonight and not all of us were here.  Still, the girls and I decided to set the table with the red transferware to go along with the roses and rose covered cake we found.  

Fr Weiser, SJ (via Catholic Culture) shares:

Since September 8 marks the end of summer and beginning of fall, this day has many thanksgiving celebrations and customs attached to it. In the Old Roman Ritual there is a blessing of the summer harvest and fall planting seeds for this day.

The winegrowers in France called this feast "Our Lady of the Grape Harvest". The best grapes are brought to the local church to be blessed and then some bunches are attached to hands of the statue of Mary. A festive meal which includes the new grapes is part of this day.

In the Alps section of Austria this day is "Drive-Down Day" during which the cattle and sheep are led from their summer pastures in the slopes and brought to their winter quarters in the valleys. This was usually a large caravan, with all the finery, decorations, and festivity. In some parts of Austria, milk from this day and all the leftover food are given to the poor in honor of Our Lady’s Nativity.

Excerpted from The Holyday Book