December Views, Day 7

(temperature when the kids left for the bus this morning, and right now at 9:15pm)

Tis the Season

December Views, Day 6

A Ferry Ride to the Christmas Farm Tour on Bainbridge Island.

(and then we Decked the Halls)

December Views, Day 5

(so thankful this one is feeling better today. Swine Flu+Pneumonia= scary!)

December Views, Day 4

(frosty morning grass)

(life)

(She keeps lugging this huge pack of toilet paper around and then pretending to be asleep, all over the house, all the time)

(I still have 3 sick kids)

December Views, Day 3

Frosty Morning Leaves

(the kids are on the mend!)

December Views, day 1 (and 2, and...)

I heard about this lovely little project here. I'm in.

Three Sick Kids.

cocoon

(art by the lovely Jen Lemen)

I hide because I just don't know who I'll be when I come out.

I don't fit into any of the boxes you think I do.

And what's with all the boxes these days, anyway?

I'm noticing that compassion doesn't seem to fit in a box.

At least not any of the boxes currently on the market.

Its kinda changing me.

With so many ways to be

And so many ideas

Swirling

In my head.

How can I choose just one?

I want to write everything

Tell you everything

But I can't.

I am

So much

More

And less

Than you expect.

So which is it?

I'm tucked into my cocoon.

Wondering.