// How we spend our days...
…Is of course, how we spend our lives. //
King Wesley
Books & Records
What are, things you love to look through?
Family visit
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31.
Wesley and I had a moment together after his nap on Saturday. We looked out the window and saw a squirrel on a branch.
We noticed his complete stillness. It prompted me to tell him that even squirrels are still sometimes, even though they are known for their scurry. In the days since, our family keeps returning to the thought, let's be still as a squirrel.
This thought finds me at my 31st birthday. I am a creature more prone to scurry than stilling. But it is possible even for me. It may be unnatural, but finally I see a branch reaching out to me where perhaps I will not be so consumed by the next thing I need to run to, collect, store.
I am seeing an opportunity to store a moment, more so, to break it open and savor it now.
My February birthdays can be full of flurry, but this year I find myself savoring the simplest things from my 31 years: a meal made just how I like it, a contemplative drive with music, a new plant in my home, a conversation with my friend by the fire, a message that I'm thought of, a growing-life kick to my belly, conversations about the nature of squirrels, a comforting thought that we will both be here, focused, cracking open the moments together tomorrow morning.
I'm learning conditions are always perfect for an unnatural pause.
I'm as still as a squirrel.
All the girls in this house turn 31 this week
Weeks & Years, here we are
Moss & Buds
Buds
Like children,
all new things begin
hidden.
A cloak of its own skin,
of its own making,
furled against the wind.
Time and heat reveal all -
the two are twinned.
Like galaxies,
all new things begin
in darkness.
A cloak slowly dropped,
unfurling as surely
as the heat that escapes it,
as steadily as the time
that marks it,
as patiently as
ever.
Moss
Wraps branches, drapes trunks,
carpets.
Hangs twigs as if tattered sleeves,
shelves dew.
Props the fallen leaves,
coats and jackets trees,
hugs the world
around you.
Birthday shoes from Taytay
<3
2.21
Friends on your birthday is the best.
2.18
So grateful for the sunshine this week, and my favorite reader all weeks.
//
Sister brunch for the Sister coming
Good breakfast, good conversation, love these sisters of mine.
You'll always be my Valentine.
And we'll always celebrate with breakfast.
These guys left their hearts at The Bear Creek School with their Grammy
2.10
Wesley: What’s a duck say? Quack quack… it looks like rain.
Blonde
I can only see your eyelashes when you cry.
//
Olive oil on my Cheerios please…
Berries
The point of going on walks is to bring treasure back
Love taking you out / love staying in with you
<3
