April showers bring…

Flowers don't worry about how the're going to bloom.  They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful. 

– Jim Carrey

That's my thought for the moment.  Actually I have a lot of thoughts at the moment but that one sums up. I am reading Joyce Meyer's The Battle Belongs to the Lord this month.  She says,

"I believe that the devil assigns demons every morning to sit on each of our shoulders and whisper in our ears,'What are you doing to do? what are you going to do? what are you going to do?'

It is so liberating to say, 'Lord I don't know what to do, and even if I did I couldn't do it.  But, Lord, my eyes are on you.  I am going to wait and watch for You to do something about this situation – because there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.'"

Ours isn't the worrying about how.

We just have to turn toward the light to find beautiful. 

 

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What’s your super-power?

 

About a year ago I took pictures of this awesome family to hang on their father's (husband's) hospital walls. It's been a big year. There was a valiant battle with a rare sarcoma.  There was loss and there has been grief.  There have been good days and bad days. And now there is the moving forward again into future that looks very different from the past. 

We tend to think of heroism as the leaping-of-tall-buildings sort of events, but the more you live life, the more you come to see that the greatest battles happen behind the scenes with little fanfare. The true heroes?  They are the ones who win the daily battle of putting one foot in front of another, who can look an uncertain future in the face and say, "I am coming anyway."  Some mornings you can rise up with great courage and face the day.  Other's you just manage to raise your hand to say, "Present." But on you go.

Krissie and her kids are doing just that.  We took another set of family pictures this year to mark where they are now and how they are moving forward.  Every detail was symbolic.  They wanted to wear their super hero shirts to document their quirky side as well as their overcoming.  And there is another shirt on Krissie's lap, the one Rob wore last year.  I am grateful for the erratic weather we were dealing with because I didn't have time to really process that as I was shooting. I can tell you that working on them afterwards was tough.  


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Barbara Bloom says:

"When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful."

This is what strikes me this year.  Their family suffered a great blow, but if possible they are even more beautiful than they were.  

So, what's your super power?  Are you struggling with illness, a wayward child, a lay-off?  Have you moved – maybe again and again – to a new place where you are just another face in the crowd?  Are you buried under laundry and diapers? Behind that chatty Facebook wall are you slaying dragons all those "friends" are unaware of?

Then let me ask you this?  Did you get up today? Did you get cereal in some bowls? Did you shower? 

Awesome!  You're a super hero too. Here's to all of us.  <g>  Keep up the good work. 

of dust and dollhouses

 

Once again I attempted Bath pictures and they got eaten up. It's a bad idea to try to do much online in the evenings here.  Our connection speed drops quite a bit and becomes downright erratic when others in the area get online.  Maybe tomorrow there will be time.  I feel like I say that a lot and then there isn't, but that's ok too.  

It's funny because when the children are little there is so very much time spent supervising, guiding, helping.  Days go by without many free moments at all. Now many of mine are long past needing that sort of input by me, but still there are texts, emails, and catching up around the kitchen island when we all return from work and activities.  And those are the very best parts of the day. We have become a community and I love that.  Though in a community this size you can expect that at any given time some people are sailing along and some need encouragement and someone might be struggling.  That's pretty much how it usually is and it keeps you on your toes. 

We had a freak wind storm this morning which got our day off to a running start. Just after Allen and Alannah headed to work it kicked up.  A loud bang caught Aidan's attention and he noticed the trampoline had flipped over and up onto the side of the house.  Fortunately it missed all the windows but it was quite impossible to move it with the wind at 26mph.  The boys held it in place until we had a pocket of calm when we could get it to the fence and tie it down. 

In the distance we could see the dirt clouds building.  Our farm was a higher piece of fen land and never was underwater as so much of the surrounding area once was.  However, it was sort of like the beach, you could say, and some of the fields are still very sandy.  They are ideal for growing the carrots and beets they plant here.  But at times like this, after the last harvest and before the next, the wind wrecks havoc. 

It was all much better by soccer time.  And the wind did not trigger my car alarm multiple times like it did during the game the night before.  ThankyouGod. 

What else?  The littles have been making heaps of progress academically though in surprisingly short spurts during the day.  In between there is a LOT of dollhouse play for the girls and throwing of footballs in imaginary games for Brendan.  Still, they are learning so much.  I have had them together for some things.  In photography-speak they call it batch processing. <g> They are both reading like mad.  B is reading The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe to me.  Tess is moving into the short chapter books he just moved out of.  Both are learning cursive.  Both are working through  If You Lived in Colonial Times (and the other books in the series) Both are soaring through the Strayer Upton math. So fwiw, these are all hits. 

The flowers came home with a man who is concerned about some tests of mine that came back with a little hitch requiring more tests. Hopefully nothing.  Probably nothing. But sort of hanging overhead until they are "for sure" nothing, if you know what I mean. 

Speaking of news, its been a big week hasn't it?  Much sadness and scary stuff playing out on screens.  We tuned in the other night when Boston was unfolding.  We sent the little ones to bed but one of the boys was all curled up next to his dad so I left him and his older brother to watch with him.

 It soon becomes apparent that although the news is ON 24 hours a day, there isn't really 24 hours of breaking news.  There is about 7 minutes of news on a continuous loop.  So we watched and we turned it off.  Between us and our facebook feeds we have the gist of what has happened since.  It's enough.  We know to pray and we are.  But we can easily forget that kids are not tiny adults.  There is nothing good to be gained by letting that continuous loop of disturbing news and sensational images become the background music of their lives.   So in their world there are dusty clouds and dolls to dress and soccer nets.  Just as it should be. 

Wishing you the same. 

 

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The Old Mill Stream

 

Pictures are piling up again. Spring is finally here it seems though, and we have been enjoying it so very much.  So while I promise Bath news is coming, meantime I leave you with the old mill stream – literally.  Before breakfast I walked along the stream beside the old Beckington Mill in Somerset which dates back to 1086. 

It was a frosty morning but the sun quickly warmed things up.  The days have been successively more seasonal and sunny since, pulling us outdoors. This is as it should be. 

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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

– George Elliot

 

Don't let it rush past. 


going places

 

I had a long rambly post about mid-life redirects and change and daring to reinvent oneself.  And Typepad ate it.right.up.  Not meant to be apparently. Suffice it to say if I have talked to you lately, and you are looking at a curve in the road, you probably know who you are.  I hope you know you have all kinds of untapped potential, that the world is a fascinating place full of unexplored corners and side trails, and that you can do things you never thought you could.  

Here's to new destinations, yes?

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I left them for a second and she ran off with my props <g>

Inside Oxburgh

 

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While the scavenger hunt held the attention of the children this weekend I was every bit as excited to see Oxburgh since the hall is now open for the season. It has a bit of a split personality, decor wise, being part medieval castle and part Victorian manor house.  This is because the manor has been used as a residence continuously – and by the same family – since it was built in 1482.  That's ten years before Columbus discovered American, for reference.  A really long time. 

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The hall is built in a U-shape around a large open courtyard.  There is one entrance, across a drawbridge over the moat. A moat is a very cool thing.  Until you find out what was in there. Turns out medieval toilets were placed in the four corners of the hall complex. They were essentially shoots and "shot" down open piping into yes, the moat. Ew. 

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(above – one set of shelves in the library was actually a false door into the dining room)

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The family was Catholic which put them in a dangerous position when their faith was banned in England by Elizabeth I.  In 1589 the family, like many across the country, created a 'priest hole' in the event that their home would be raided when a missionary priest was saying mass.  This one was well concealed…..in the aforementioned medieval toilet shoot. 

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(btw, that bright blue streak atop the clock is a spoon.  The children had to spot colored spoons in each room as they toured) 

Many of the interior toilets were constructed in garderobes, precursor to the closet or dressing room.  Inside this room there was a narrow set of steps to what appeared to be an indoor latrine. A square of the heavy stone floor was hinged which allowed it to be lifted up so a person could access the shoot and slip down into a small holding area constructed in the tower below the floor. No windows, no water, no light. Once the 18in thick floor was put back into place there was no way to escape and the priest would be at the mercy of the family to retrieve him eventually.  It seems that the soldiers that raided would sometimes wait at the property for days. 

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Another nod to this era was a collection of embroideries by Mary, Queen of the Scots while in exile. 

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Very sobering, all that.  You touch the prayer books and rosaries and know in your heart, that had you made your entry a few years earlier, this could be you.  It could be you.  

The happy ending is that this family carried on through good years and bad, as we all must. The world changes.  The world stays the same.  We put one foot in front of the other in faith day by day.   

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