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Outside: We have had all the weather. Warm, sunny, no coat weather.  Windy weather.  Now it is getting ready to snow weather. There was a window of time to go walk the dogs to the top of the neighborhood today which was pretty wonderful.  

Reading: Mostly in waiting rooms and bleachers and poolside.  Current read is this

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Watching: Old monster movie with the girls last night.  This was a Saturday night staple in my house when I was their age.  Frankenstein, Dracula, King Kong, Godzilla, and Charlie Chan every weekend on our local oldies channel.  I was throwback when throwback wasn't cool.  I was also a sickly kid and remember being on a hospital ward with pneumonia in my early grade school years.  They were open bays at the time and that weekend there weren't many children.  The nurse walked in as I was watching my Saturday night monster flick.  She abruptly clicked off the toob and said very matter of factly that small children were to be asleep after dark and most definitely NOT frightening the other children with monster movies.  

Whatever.  My childhood was a little uncoventional let's just say. 

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Towards health and wellness: pool day!  

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From the kitchen: Humor…

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And Coconut Lime chicken..

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This week: Lent came in like a lion.  I mean, March too, but holy heck it's been a week.  We had a long long LONG awaited visit to the Children's Hospital for a very not emergent nor urgent referral.  (we are all good I swear) The last time I was there was 17 years ago when our oldest had major surgery when his dad was away for a military course.  As we wound our way up the hill to the campus the emotion took my breath away.  Memories may seem to have faded but really they seem to just store away to be pulled up when you least expect them.  Like this day.  

This day was followed by a routine dental procedure that ended up being scary though it probably shouldn't have, at least it shouldn't have made me squeal out loud, loudly, in that small office.  It did though, which led to profuse apologies the likes of which I haven't issued since the last time I was in labor. Which is the last time I think I shrieked over something medical. My Italian friend assured me this completely normal for dental visits in Italy.  Alas, it is less normal in Utah where they like their patients quiet and still.  See above story about my early medical issues.  I'm sticking to this explanation.

Thinking about: It was all this that ran through my head when I saw a photographer on instagram discussing her last minute birthing crisis, the errors her providers made, and how shaken she is remembering it a year later.  The comments seemed to repeat a theme of "all's well that ends well" and "all that matters is that you have a beautiful baby."  Now it's true that a happy ending is always good news.  It could be worse.  Everyone is always glad when it isn't.  However it is also wrong to suggest the ending is "all that matters" because endings, even good ones, don't erase the trauma that led to them.  They provide some compensation and balance.  They are welcome relief.  Trauma dies hard though and remains part of the story. Acknowledging that is how we process and move forward – grateful but changed.  That's my theory anyway.

  Up side? Salt Lake City looked beautiful in snow and the skyline was amazing. 

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comfort will abound

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"I am going to show you a secret to holiness and happiness. For five minutes every day let your imagination be quiet, close your eyes to everything they see, and shut your ears to of all the world’s noise so that you can withdraw into the sanctuary of your baptized soul, the temple of the Holy Ghost. And speak to that Holy Spirit and say to Him:

“Holy Spirit, soul of my soul, I adore Thee. Enlighten me, guide me, strengthen and comfort me. Tell me what I ought to do and order me to do it. I promise to submit to anything that Thou requirest from me, and to accept everything that Thou allowest to happen to me. Just show me what Thy will is.”

If you do this your life will be quiet and peaceful, and comfort will abound even in the middle of troubles. For grace will be given to match any stress together with strength to bear it, grace that will take you to the gates of Paradise, full of merit. Such submission to the Holy Spirit is the secret of holiness."

from Fr Jacques Philippe via Finer Feminity

I am trying to sit down daily and transfer all the little scribbles and phone notes I make to myself over here.  

 

starting over again

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Lent is nearly upon us.  Great Lent has in fact begun for Eastern Christians who keep a very strict fast.  Traditional fasts in the West were historically also much more rigorous than many observe today.  In fact, many of us are much stricter in our weight loss or physical fitness efforts than we are in our spiritual exercises. St John Chrysostom challenges us to take good advantage of these weeks given to us to strengthen both areas and see fasting – both physical and spiritual – as a the opportunity it truly is to gird ourselves up and start anew: 

"Fasting is the change of every part of our life….

because the sacrifice of the fast is not the abstinence but the distancing from sins. Therefore, whoever limits the fast to the deprivation of food, he is the one who, in reality, abhors and ridicules the fast. Are you fasting? Show me your fast with your works. Which works? If you see someone who is poor, show him mercy. If you see an enemy, reconcile with him. If you see a friend who is becoming successful, do not be jealous of him! If you see a beautiful woman on the street, pass her by.

In other words, not only should the mouth fast, but the eyes and the legs and the arms and all the other parts of the body should fast as well. Let the hands fast, remaining clean from stealing and greediness. Let the legs fast, avoiding roads which lead to sinful sights. Let the eyes fast by not fixing themselves on beautiful faces and by not observing the beauty of others. You are not eating meat, are you? You should not eat debauchery with your eyes as well. Let your hearing also fast. The fast of hearing is not to accept bad talk against others and sly defamations. Let the mouth fast from disgraceful and abusive words, because, what gain is there when, on the one hand we avoid eating chicken and fish and, on the other, we chew-up and consume our brothers?

For there exist, there really exist, ways which are even more important than abstinence from food which can open the gates which lead to God with boldness. He, therefore, who eats and cannot fast, let him display richer almsgiving, let him pray more, let him have a more intense desire to hear divine words. In this, our somatic illness is not a hindrance. Let him become reconciled with his enemies; let him distance from his soul every resentment."  - St John Chrystostom

It is a huge spiritual reset button.  Such a gift!  No matter how you keep lent remember it is a very private matter between you and God. (Matthew 6:1) This essay about the counsel of St Philip Neri urges us to follow Gandalf's advice in Lord of the Rings to "keep it secret, keep it safe" so we don't lose the merit, or value, of our practices by exposing them to the eyes of the world.  

May your lent be fruitful and peaceful.  

 

Sunday daybook

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Outside: The sun is setting over a snowy hillside. That's right.  While Instagram is showing me the beginnings of spring from my coastal friends, we just got another six inches or so of snow.  In fact, we just took advantage of some end of season good luck and bought a snowblower.  Our sons are beside themselves with relief.  

Wearing: a navy linen tunic dress with black leggings and boots.  Variations of this theme are pretty common right now.  

Around the house: deep cleaning happening.  Now that we have had a few days in a row at home I have been tackling some long put off chores like pulling out the fridge and wiping down the light fixtures.  

Reading:  I read The Great Divorce on the road trip.  It was a fast read and gave me lots to mull over.  I hesitate to recommend without Lewis' own disclaimer:

"I beg readers to remember this is a fantasy. It has of course – or I intended it to have – a moral.  But the transmittal conditions are solely and imaginative supposal: they are not even a guess or a speculation at what may actually await us. The last thing I wish to arouse is factual curiosity about the details of the afterworld."

I agree wholeheartedly.  Whatever awaits is bigger and wider and deeper than we will ever be able to picture literally.  I read the story thinking his hell or purgatory is actually more akin to our daily decisions here in life. THAT part of the story is not meant to be considered literally.  It is the character discussion, the life choices that he means for us to consider well.  With that said the analogies are convicting, especially this one about grumbling:

"Understand me.  The question is whether she is a grumbler or only a grumble?

But how can there be a grumble without a grumbler?

It begins with a grumbling mood,  and yourself still distinct from it: perhaps criticizing it. and yourself in a dark hour, may will that mood, may embrace it. Ye can repent and come out of it again. But there may come a day when you do that no longer. Then there will be no you left to criticize the mood, not even to enjoy it, just the grumble itself going on forever like a machine…."

While my total number of classic novels read is still short of my target I am encouraged by this article. 

"Here’s how much time a single American spends on social media and TV in a year: 608 hours on social media and 1642 hours on TV. That’s 2250 hours a year spent on TRASH. If those hours were spent reading instead, you could be reading over 1,000 books a year!"

Now I don't think I read as many pages per minute as the author estimates but I would be happy reading even 20 books a year.  A good deal of my reading time I don't "count" right now because it is nonfiction/instructional content but it's still happening.  

Listening to: my children, my husband, the quiet, the pages turning.  I began something of a social media fast early this year, mainly Facebook which requires closer monitoring and feedback and is more and more given to debate and disagreement.  

Years ago when Managers of Their Homes (MOTH) was a popular topic of discussion I recall an article where a woman showed her hourly spread for the week.  She was contemplating committing to a new project and put her head together with her husband who said very practically, "Which of these squares can you take off the chart each week?"  Those old enough to remember know that MOTH recommended an hourly grid you could fill with removeable post it notes that were labelled with your commitments like appointments or classes or housework or meetings etc.  While some balk at the regularity of it all it IS a good tool to lay out your days and check to see if you are trying to cram more activities into your day than there are free hours to do them.  

That happens.  

It was happening here.  

I have some personal creative projects I wanted to commit to and we had a wedding, a First Holy Communion to prepare for, a mentorship to complete, and family travel.  Then we got a large scale basement remodel added to that. Something needed to go because my thoughts were scattered a dozen different directions.  Pulling back helped me find more hours.  More quiet.  Sometimes it feel too quiet and the lost conversation is felt keenly. It was a good decision for right now though.  

Towards wellness: We joined a local athetic club and are having a marvelous time together there.  My air hockey skills are awesome just so you know.  I rock the game room.  The other rooms, not so much but we are improving.  We are doing a Whole30 during lent though modified to accomodate the tradtional fasting and abstinence.  Feels good.  

Creating: new projects in the works.  If you are over on IG or the Facebook biz page there will be updating happening there. Basically I am rambling and thinking out loud over here and sharing artsy images over there.  

 

to Mom and Dad, with love

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Valentine's Day happened to be the day before we left for the wedding trip.  It was a 'last minute' day if ever there was one.  A day of list checking and packing up and averting little disasters. Surely it was not a slow, methodical, crafting sort of day, except that I saw it in their eyes – that little bit of hopefulness.  "I found a recipe, Mom, and we only need a couple things."  It wasn't even about being a good sport at that point.  We really could not begin to pull out flour and mixers and trays. 

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Walking through the aisles picking up little necessities I found a cookie kit.  It was everything I normally cringe over in all its plastic, premade glory. Inside however it held sugar cookie hearts, tiny bags of sprinkles, and not nearly enough frosting.  And it was the perfect gift.

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The little girls wasted no time when they saw the package.  When the doorbell rang in the afternoon, and their little friends brought them candy heart pillows and cards, they happily presented them cookie hearts with sweet gel glazed sentiments scrawled in 8 year old script.  

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"My Favorite Word"
by Lucia and James L. Hymes, Jr.
From 
Sing a Song of Popcorn
(poetry collection)

There is one word – 
My favorite – 
The very, very best.
It isn’t No or Maybe.
It’s Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, YES!

"Yes, yes, you may," and
Yes, of course," and
Yes, please help yourself."
And when I want a piece of cake,
"Why, yes. It’s on the shelf."

Some candy? "Yes."
A cookie? "Yes."
A movie? "Yes, we’ll go."

I love it when they say my word:
Yes, Yes, YES! (Not No.)

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Bridal Brunching

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Our daughter's new family is chock full of creative women.  They hosted an incredible bridal brunch for us all last week complete with mimosas, fruit cups, and the cutest pancake-on-a- stick platter I've ever seen.  Such fabulous taste they have!  We so appreciated the care and thought put into welcoming us. 

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Words cannot tell you how deeply grateful we are for our community all over the country who came together to celebrate with us.  The girls Moira danced with way back in Germany flew in from Washington State.  Our neighbor friends from the old ranch in Colorado drove late into the night to be there.  We picked up our daughter-in-law who spent 9 complaint free hours in the Suburban with the three youngest and a pile of luggage.  Her sister flew out from Utah after her last classes.  Everyone rolled up their sleeves and made this happen together. Old friends, new friends, family.

I admit that sometimes moving frequently leaves a person feeling a bit like an exile.  You connect.  You care deeply.  Then you leave and are once again a stranger with no ties and no familiar faces.  Then times like these happen and you are reminded that you are not forgotten.  Relationships formed in love do not just fade away with your leaving.  

Thank you for loving her, sweet friends.  Thank you.  

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making a haven

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“It's sad if people think that's (homemaking) a dull existance, [but] you can't just buy an apartment and furnish it and walk away. It's the flowers you choose, the music you play, the smile you have waiting. I want it to be gay and cheerful, a haven in this troubled world. I don't want my husband and children to come home and find a rattled woman. Our era is already rattled enough, isn't it?” 

– Audrey Hepburn