Rainy May Day

The rain is falling gently today upon the tulips, daffodils, dandelions, and lamb’s quarters. I feel susceptible to a nap, seeing as my baby is napping and I’m watching the water fall out of the sky and pool around the rocks. Last night we read a book about Insects, and in the back there were craft ideas, like painting butterflies. The littles saw this and asked if we could too today. So we did.

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Look Up to the Light

It is a simple move, and it is an obvious one, but when a lass is feeling down- she can lift up her head and look to the sun to raise the feeling rung to a higher one. When the day is done, the stars offer a cure~ twinkle twinkle, how we wonder what you are. If you feel the pain of living, you are doing it right. If it hurts your heart, you are doing it right. But try not to be in pain, and try not to hurt. Instead offer yourself a smile. Take a deep breath. Be the light you seek.

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An Upward Chord

Do you ever feel something reaching down to you from heaven?

Steve at Sunrise at Starseed Sanctuary

At the age of eight, my Nana McCarthy was suddenly stricken with pancreatic cancer. Mom and Dad drove us from Florida to Pennsylvania to see her in the hospital. She was so kind, wondering if we had had enough to eat even on her sickbed. There Mom and she spoke, and I admired her, as she was easy to adore. When walking to exit the room I turned to see her in her white gown. Time stood still and my future voice said, “Last time I see her.” The moment stretched, and then ended, and there was a year of tears that followed. Some years later I passed blooming yellow roses, her favorite flower. The branches were heavy with bright unfolding blooms, and the rose bush shimmered and shook in the breeze. The roses for a second appeared like suns lit by a world behind this world.

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Camping with Babes and Being Elemental

Last night we took the babes camping next to a pristine New England river. The rocks stretch out into the shallow water and there’s places to dip into the cold river. As we set up the tents, our little angels squeaked and jumped and played like little prairie dogs. After hiking and swimming, staring at the mountains, eating vegetables, and snuggling by the fire, the tent was a welcome sleep space. The night was cold and I suffered a bit from lack of sleep and a crying one year old.

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