Still Strung Up Over Here

Still Strung Up Over Here

Not for long, I’ll get there at some point. We didn’t get around to our barefoot challenge until after dusk today. We are getting used to it by now, thankfully my toes warm up quickly in fuzzy boots afterwards. This … Continue reading

An Auspicious Beginning

An Auspicious Beginning

Can you hear the murmur of our unconditionally loving mother on this silent winter’s eve? We will be gifted with a white winter by tomorrow. The previous snow melted completely leaving us with bare and monochrome long lines that stretch … Continue reading

Merry and Wonky

Merry and Wonky

This string of jolly letters once strung, helps me feel settled during this interlude. Despite the E and R (and perhaps the C next) that are hanging by a thread and even though I am feeling as wonky as they … Continue reading

Stargazers

A moody palette that settles as nightfall deepens. I prefer a nest with a cozy semi-light vibe over one aglow with fluorescent lighting. This evening we finished off an early dinner, flicked off the switch, and presto a once lambent … Continue reading

Still

Baby bear responds to a shelling of questions about her age, “free,” she says proudly. Sometimes she fires back impulsively before she even hears the question and throws off her interrogator. After her forty-five-minute class the instructor asked me if … Continue reading

Sing With Me

In the twilight hours with no other sounds around, the sparkle of Christmas kindles in our hearts.I can’t help but wonder of some of the mystery that eludes us as time goes on. Remember the one from our childhood dreams … Continue reading

A Wabi-Sabi Welcome for Thirteen

Yes, a baker’s dozen we were, some drove hundreds of miles while others just a few to gather, giggle and gobble up all thirteen dishes made in our nest (except for the gelato.)I had no other choice but to embrace … Continue reading

No One’s The Wiser

While I was making a coconut carrot cake, I mentioned to Papa Bear that I was going to ask the boys to help me hide the eggs for the great hunt on Sunday. He told me that middle bear was … Continue reading

Just Waiting

When the orange is gone, the yellow and the pink that swiftly follow suit, you hope to see a little of the remaining green under that first white blanket like magic that drifted in on tiptoes one by one while … Continue reading

Baby It’s Cold Outside

So why don’t we stay inside and get crafty. Since ninety percent of our belongings are crated away in purgatory somewhere and we still don’t have a place of peace to call our own, I became inventive with a rusty … Continue reading