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.

I should

blog more often

get up earlier

keep the house cleaner

do more laundry

write everyday

read great literature

pray more

volunteer

read to my kids

meditate

do yoga

weed the garden

paint the closet doors

watch less TV

be on facebook less

be brave in sending my work out

do crafts with my kids

knit

paint

not yell at my kids

not complain

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Breathe. Be Present. Trust that everything is unfolding exactly as it should. Know that I am ok. Right now. Even if I don't do anything on that list.

Stop shoulding on myself.