I'm looking to clean house. in so many many ways.
In a body-begun purge, I see the makings of redemption. The bloat of the aftermath of Christmas is here, and nothing fits. nothing.
Today I've cracked the journal, done yoga and meditated and so I call it a clear win. for everyone, although until the house is emptied of the sweettreats that arrived over the past week, we are still in dire straights.
If anyone had asked me last week if I was pregnant, I would have coyly answered that I just didn't know... this week? I know that I am not. ... and I acknowledge that I have gained a tremendous amount of weight and have the plates and plates of cookies and breads and so ons that have crossed our threshold. 'tremendous' being my word, and not yours, although the belly I am sporting could have been mistaken for one of early pregnancy, thats all I'm saying. I am not going to diet, I am going to eat my way to the end of the day and start again in the morning... and perhaps I will make it a more important part of my week to plan food options again.... to eradicate this overly snack oriented cabinet I've got going on. (double entendre there, did you catch it? cabinet? junk? trunk? oh.)
There is a time for all things, and the time has arrived for vegetables. truckloads of them.
bring it on.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
I'm looking to clean house. in so many many ways.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Light the Way!!!
Posted by Kate Bowie at 2:30 PM
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
We will very shortly all be down for the count with a large, movable and yet, brooding cough. Someone will pee their pants while coughing. The 6 will miss his classroom christmas party and hubsJ will infect everyone he sees at work. Funny how sick people don't let their docs get sick. such an interesting redundancy... well, he's Already sick... mah. I have stopped talking for the most part and am hoping the massive honey dosing that I am doing will help me carry the boat through the water this week. We had a pipe burst yesterday and I used up all my energy running around figuring that one out. All fine. staining, sure, but fine and fixed. I love plumbers and people like them who know what the hell they are doing and do not run around turning off every machine in the basement because this girl didn't know which one was the water... (to be fair to myself, i know the boiler is the boiler. but does it send out water too? huh. when in doubt shut it off.)
And isn't that the way it is usually? All sparkles and light mixed up with the dark. How could you see them otherwise? Wasn't a baby born in a donkeystall? How delightful to see something so clean in that muck.
Went on a large grocery shop this morning, and during this season of sick.. I always feel like I am shopping to survive armageddon.... jars upon jars of spaghetti sauce and its pasta. Snacks. tons. a pot roast. chicken nuggets. Decorations for cookies, cocoa, more pasta and some orange juice for those without sore throats. . . more pasta.
we are ready. someone ask Santa for a blizzard once hubsJ gets home, allright?
see you soon.
Monday, December 19, 2011
|I did not plan this..|
AH, the joys of the season.
I'm hunting them down as I hide by the computer. :)
It'll all be fine. just wait and see. it always is.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
My sister-in-law told me casually that I was a wallflower, after having gotten off a daylong planeride with her four year old. . .across country and jetlag included? I am granting her some leeway for the exhaustion she must be feeling.
Chakra Carol says the only time people can really hurt us with their words is when we believe what they say might be true.
HubsJ says I am not a wallflower, I am quiet. There certainly is a large difference. Discount me at your peril, I say.
I don't think I am a wallflower, really. I don't. It niggles at me, though. So what is in there? Sis-in-laws own power struggles? My own feelings of isolation/solitude/hibernation? I have loved moving to this town. In some ways, I have a much wider support net than ever before, because of proximity to family and old old friends who would simply drop their own children in the road if I was in dire need. In some other ways, I am a newcomer... and my quietness (shyness, slow to warm-ness?) can put me in a loophole of social interaction. My kids aren't really having playdates, I don't really know my kids peers or their moms yet. I know this will come, I just don't know when or if it will really be the 2-3 years everyone says it will. In the meantime, I wonder how to be a flower of the wall. . .
and i have this wierd feeling that I've written this whole post at an earlier date... huh... common themes? just in time for a new year? hmmm... :)
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
hong kong phooey.
and a climber, as in, on his father's back during a supposedly 'quiet' Meeting worshiptime. almost kicked over the advent candles. yep. he runs from the adults watching him during firstday school (sunday school), he disappears from the playground at preschool...
and it is not the adults watching him at fault, except that we all should have him on a leash at this point. most likely, somehow, it is me. evidently i just don't know how to break his spirit..- i'm not finding the consequence which is dire enough to make him stop the bolt. it is a mixture of embarassment and a much larger portion of befuddlement and concern about how the hell to stop him from running into the road, getting lost, or downright broken in his dashes.
in my head, i'm all over my husband for his 'inconsistency', too much 'roughhousing', not enough 'parenting'... but i bet that would be there regardless of what the behavior was, or really, what was going on . i think that in hubsJ's case, its his gender getting in the way....
whatever. i love hubsJ but don't like many characteristics of the Man in America and find I bump into that sometimes in my very own house. so there it is.
*Just wanted to add some visual stimulation to the humdrum of the post... The photo is of the very last Grammie quilt to be made by your truly, not my colors or anything, and even too formally blocked but hers, found in her things unfinished, my aunt recognized one of the fabrics as a shirt she once wore... so I will be making a throw quilt of Grammie.... ah. Just have to iron one more time and the top is done. Six weeks from now I'll be moving on to that... :) ah, Christmas... the season of waiting and preparing is really knocking me down this time... so be it. (like i have any choice.)
Sunday, December 11, 2011
I feel loose and lost all at once. Fine, no big thing, just a swing of the mood, an exhaustion flitting about the room.
Maybe its the lull in the waiting season, the atrocious behaviour of the boys... who is responsible for this?
so ugly, that one.
oh so ugly, that one.
mothers do the best number on themselves EVER. and I am champion of numbers. champion.
I am trying to throw it off but am currently in wallow and cry mode. Throwing is harder than carrying, sometimes, I have heard.
so I am here. still.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
My town also gets new debt. but it pays its bills and I am glad the choices are made as they are. Went to my first ever town meeting last night, and this skinflint town was feeling very generous, and money was awarded to everyone who asked for it. Give the man his new plows! Give the Superintendent of Schools the money to pay his pcb removal bills! Give the Veterans their surprisingly (just because there are now so many more than years past..) large expense account! Give the beach committee the money for a compostable toilet! WEEHAW!! I loved it. LET YOUR YEAS BE YEAS AND YOUR NAYS BE NAYS. Its a Quaker ideal, let your words speak plainly the desires of your heart.. (which of course is led by the light of Christ.) love me some Quaker-ness.
there is still some democracy after all. and it is fun to play with money like that. hoowee.
I think that having an extra two nickels to rub together lately is some sort of inner tidal change for me. I am in this weird limbo wherein I think that all people in my position should be throwing money in all directions, not haphazardly but neighborly-like, so that the burden of the rest should be eased. thats what i think. and i'm not saying that to people who do not have the extra nickels, just those who do. the burden of the rest should be eased. call me nurse expenditure. (if that rolls off your tongue, you let me know.)
I'm not sure why the millionaire politicians are not in my boat, but they clearly aren't on my ocean of gratitude and responsibility. I'm not sure its worth any time to point this out to them. Make your donations count. Give to your food bank, give to your senior center, give to your church/synogogue/temple/unitarian things. GIVE.
you'll be amazed by what you'll receive.
merry christmas! happy baby birthings! happy baby growings! happy waiting! HAPPY!
(no, i'm not pregnant. just full.)
Monday, December 5, 2011
Just wanted you to know.
Pleasant surprise, no, but a pleasant day while the mopey watches tv and I clean up after what seems to have been a very long couple of weeks. I'm seriously considering cancelling the cable again, I cannot get over how much commercialism and grotesquery there is on the tube. Don't tell hubsj, he may have to go somewhere else for sports. Even Pbs is hocking mcdonalds. . . and while i miss me some big mac action, i won't buy their food anymore unless there is literally no other 'food' for miles. I read FastFoodNation and now I can't pretend I haven't. Its over.
It isn't that hard to simplify, to get things done. Its just a matter of starting, and sometimes that is the asskicker, and yes, that pisses me off. but not deeply, just makes me yell at myself too much. I prefer the yelling to the sniping anyday.
and here I am, not simplifying, not getting things done. here I am, again.
yell yell yell.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
I'm very glad I did, I am. and I'm glad I wrote every day, clearly counting my sister's posts as my own... and I am so glad it is over. when it gets dark at 4, I am ready for bed by 6 and that makes the next two hours a bit wobbly for my intellect or my fingers, whichever are responsible for these posts.
So? What is coming up? This morning I sent out payments for ten bills. TEN. rah rah me. we start the holiday season with a cleared scale, ready to weigh it down as the month moves along.
I've realized that the shopping hysteria ratchets up markedly when you watch more tv as we did this past week. the amount of commercial action is really astounding, and really does have an impact on my heartrate.
I bought three dresses when preparing for my new york trip. hello macy couponing. I have to wear all three of them every day for the next month to make it financially viable. So far, so good. And I will never have to buy a dress again.
I have a doctor appointment next week for the first time in years, and I'm not pregnant even. Its a new doc, a lady doc, and I have high hopes that I will have yet another set of eyes watching over me...
I did yoga today, and feel remarkably chipper. why the hell can't i remember to do this more often?
My young one turns four in two weeks and that is a big child. big. presents spread between two celebrations feel a bit lame sometimes.
I hope I can take a day off tomorrow. I hope you tell me you liked this month of daily dose.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
This is my post for today, dragging myself to a complete month. cheer for me.
Posted by Kate Bowie at 4:39 PM
Monday, November 28, 2011
The thing is, I don't really suffer from guilt. (my mother is really the only one who can make me feel it... sometimes without even a word...) BUT If you are a person who beats yourself up about such an event, an overeating, a loss of control at the pie table, than a holiday can really set you off... but its about control, guilt is... because I do have regrets about past things, things I didn't do, people that I hurt, times I spent hurting rather than moving on... but regret doesn't have that sense of responsibility that guilt does, a belief that 'we are in control, and we have failed in our responsibility'... I don't feel guilty for those things I did, just regretful... I feel it is water under the bridge - I made mistakes, I was mean, etc. but it is over, done, and the action is past, doesn't exist anymore.
I think it comes down to that control issue. I acknowledge that I don't have any control of the past, or for many (ok, all) of the things that happen around me, even now. Doing the laundry will not save me from an accident, for instance. I have to keep re-acknowledging that all the time. all. the. time.
And even, when I think about my mom and how guilty I feel around her, it is more of an outward push on her part, than a feeling a responsibility or failing on mine. I'm picking up on what she thinks, and not neccesarily how I feel. I spend a lot of time on 'preventative' actions with her, making sure she doesn't have any cause to use the guilt on me, and
at Quaker Meeting this week, i came to the realization that I can't actually imagine another response on my part to some of my spousal difficulties. I can't even imagine another reality. (and i was really stretching, looking) ... what that realization gave me, at least for this week, was a sense that maybe I should stop killing myself for my reactions, maybe its the only reaction I can come up with for a reason. (no, i don't know the reason:)
(i'm also aware how lame it might be, a laziness on my part, to believe myself 'right'... but it is a slight distinction here: i don't believe myself 'right' neccesarily, just willing to suspend my self-criticism for my reactions)... it is a change, thats all, and I'm glad anytime I let up on myself... I need a break sometimes.
Time for said break. clapclap BREAK....:)
Sunday, November 27, 2011
its either rats, or woodchucks, we don't hear them, or see them... just have evidence that someone very small but bigger than a mouse, is making tunnels to get into the basement. . . how much do i want woodchucks? a whole lot.
sort of like snakes, i think, the fear of the 'rat' is an old one. oooold.
where does this come from? all i have is holes in the ground and I am plunged into a sense of dread that I am stumbling around. really ? what story am i telling myself about this? do i see floods of rats running from the house in a big rain? do i see pestilence? will the children be overrun?
getting ready to have a lunch of leftovers and very very happy about it. very.
and clearly, out of material for the blogging... heh.
Posted by Kate Bowie at 1:10 PM
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Boy, am I going to be glad when this monthly daily pressure subsides.
Put up all my sparkly lights. want to go buy more but am feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the shopping other people are doing, making me feel all tightfisted and stuff.
plus, i got the boys a big playmobil castle set for half off this summer and I really don't need to get them anything else.
today was the second Thanksgiving, the one with all the extended family ... and because I wasn't hosting, and there were many parents there, i got to serve myself full plates and sit and eat it all... and I would really have kept going but someone cleared my clear plate before I could stop them. Damn my efficient family. We're like a factory of busy-ness.
The stuffing was to die for.
but i did get to bring home a pie for HubsJ, who loves it.
I gotta go to bed.
Friday, November 25, 2011
I've been writing this thing for three years now... and today is the 500th post and while its sort of arbitrary to pick a cool number and celebrate it, I do like my double o's.
I'm waving, bowing gracefully and sniggering at myself and .... frankly, exhausted and contented from the foodfest of yesterday. the kids are still asleep and it is past 7 , so you know there are miracles.
turkeys, i love turkeys, not the ones we cook but the irritating blunderers of my backyard. although, truth be, i also love the ones i eat...
mushrooms, i love them almost as much as i love onions. praise be things that grow close to the ground.
i'm glad that pie makes so many people so happy ... and I am glad I have a sister who brings chocolate cake.
brothers, i love brothers too... they have good laps for children and their distracted ways make for visual diversion.
acceptance, i love that we are still all here. so lucky and blessed by our own company, and thats pretty amazing.
when you get down on your knees and look at the grass after a deep frost, its one of the most beautiful things in the world.
sleepy seeds... almost nothing is more satisfying than finding and removing them...
wordplay, the way my mind can move so quickly through the language in its fluency, and yet most of the time plays with the same 100 words. ah, choice, what a teacher you are...
coffee smells. tea tastes.
wrinkles, the way they are both strength and fragility at once.
I'm thankful for the moments I get to think, the times in life when I remember to take care of myself, the ease with which I can flow in and out of healthy rituals... these things that fill me up are so simple, at their core, and I know where to find them, all the time... I just have to remember and do.
making the occasional strong offering.
ah, and I could go on and on but my tea is ready and I'm sure there are balloons in my future. (someday)
Thursday, November 24, 2011
think i'll have balloons for the next one?
i'm writing this the day before so I am going to fill my time with conjecture and imagination of what tomorrow will bring:
i'm in the kitchen right now, so is my sister. the kids are bouncing around waiting for their cousins, asking for them incessantly, soon i will hunt down whether a movie is on a channel somewhere....
the house smells fantastic.
the sparkly lights are hung up already because I am now calling them 'winter decorations' and winter begins the day after Thanksgiving and I am prepared. Nevermind how many times I've had to explain that Christmas is not the same day as Thanksgiving... the kids are picking up on my excitement and I am very sure I will rue this early lighting of my fires...
Merry Thanksgiving all around... may you be well fed and content this day and every day.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
kaneaded... silent k.... what a whackjob, messing up first graders everywhere.
But upon the advent of my very first solo mission in the bread making department,(once, i made dinner rolls and forgot the salt, aka inedible) I thought it incumbent upon me to write her up... kanow...
I've plugged the boythree into pbs and I'll see him at lunchtime when the six gets off the bus. We are on holiday, as of that moment.... and we will have company for dinner tonight in the form of Sistah Anne and she's even going to stay over and the last time she did that was when boy2 was being born. Its been a while and I'm looking forward to it. And I've got bread gunk in the crevices of my hand where I washed in a halfassed manner and it smells like heaven. heaven.
there is molasses in this here recipe and its like taking a bath in the smells of my grandmother's house, i tell you. the woman used to make dozens of molasses cookies, dozens and dozens and everyone took a breadbag full for the ride home... and everyone reminded everyone not to eat too many at a time... molasses has its 'effects' on the system, you see...
This weekend I will see all that remain of her spawn, and many of her 17 grandchildren, and theirs...
Random, its true... but I've wanted to make bread for a long time, but thought it too complicated and time-consuming despite overwhelming personal-friend-type evidence to the contrary. ah. so. Its one of those womanly tasks that nourish the hands of the maker and fill the bodies of the loved.
here we go. i wait for it to rise, then hit it upside the head a few times and again... kapow.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
My friends are married, and they get to stay that way, if they choose. One of the great joys in the universe, how much choice we have to choose love. a choice.
There was a sunny repast in the village wherein I sat outside, ate a croissant and took my coat off. In November sun, anything is possible.
Now we prepare for our two-turkey Thanksgiving, because they are small and the people are not. :)
Oh how I love this food-ed holiday, and oh how I love all the reminders of what we are thankful for. . . because there is so much, all the tiny, all the enormous.
christmas lights are doing their damndest to 'lurk' but we all know how delightful they are, so the 'lurk' holds no menace, and we begin a giggle early...
Thanksgiving always works out, even full of changes, surprises, upsets, upheavals... the simplicity of the meal, the gatherings big and small, and it always works out, always. that too, is a choice.
I bet they all are.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Home again Home again, buy a fat pig.
right? isn't that how it goes? It was awesome. and we've been away for a long time, it seems. and boy, were we nervous before the party... so many things... are we dressed right? enough? do we still have a role in their lives? are we central? peripheral?
the city is so overwhelming, the numbers of lives in small spaces, in big spaces.. the city is the size of the last state that I lived in... it goes for miles and miles and miles... and I am happy to be out of it, but there you can find everything you have ever dreamed of... and things you could never dream up... it is amazing, astonishing. the whole world is there.
are we central? peripheral? enough?
new place, old place, same questions....
club of dorks, member #342,456,555.
Posted by Kate Bowie at 6:03 PM
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Gosnold ventured out to find far away lands, while this one has been close by for my entire lifetime and I have not explored. Steeped in some class barrier that keeps us on the New Bedford dock, working inside Davey's Locker rather than riding over it on the ferry. An excuse that doesn't hold water as I sit here at 41. It is an island that is more than priviledge and summer pants with whales on them -- it has brown people and textured history, cows and farmland, cabins and lighthouses, cliffs and heather.
My trip during the Nor'easter was full of dark clouds and wind so strong it was hard to stand to take in the rugged scenery. No tourists but we were there like crazy middle-aged women determined to have a weekend away despite warnings from horny weathermen. The lights went out at the inn and we giggled. An inn we could never have afforded during the hip summer months, it was posh with downy beds and soft bathrobes.
Look forward to going back (*before another 11 years) but may strive to once again experience the wild autumn and the true Vineyard beauty.
Posted by Kate Bowie at 10:33 AM
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Today's Post is provided by my sister, to keep the hope alive that I can do a whole month without missing a beat, and also travel away to celebrate the commitment of two very dears. *******************************************
The day after 11/11/11, Madeira was put to sleep.
I can only imagine her namesake Portuguese island saluted this 18-year-old cat, perhaps an extra crash of wave upon the rocky volcanic shoreline.
For weeks, she hadn’t eaten. I was in denial for awhile, irritated at her persnickety aversion to certain wet, smelly cat food in favor of other smelly, wet cat food. She would tentatively approach, sniff and turn away. Scare drove me to the vet.
My hand could glide down her back and her spine speed-bumped my palm. Boney hip bones protrude and concave at the same time. Waiting it out. But for what? To get more awful? For something “bad enough” to warrant the ER trip at 3:00 am?
I won’t talk about the actual last vet visit. The wake afterward at Eastern Standard bar was the thing of it. Two friends came with me, old friends, familiar friends to me and Madeira. The sign of a good wake is when you come back out into the light of day, you feel conflicted about having laughter still on your tongue in the midst of a dark event. We laughed about her idiosyncrasies – drooling in the midst of a good chin rub, thumping the litter box to the point that you were sure someone was at the door, crazed racing with her fat pocket swinging underneath. We caught up on our still unfolding lives and reconnected.
The house is empty now and I think I see her gray fur turning the corner ahead. It is shockingly hard to sit with this sadness. Not sure why I am so surprised to miss her so, but I am. Hope I can use the emptiness to propel me forward, to seek and find that state of connection.
Posted by Kate Bowie at 10:36 AM
Friday, November 18, 2011
Getting a cold right now is NOT lack, I'm telling you.
Its a sign that my aged/decrepit body can't handle the amount of forward-thinking worry for my kids that I'm carrying. I am being told by the God within... that I must chill out and go lie down somewhere. MUST.
Past weekend was a doozy, but the biggest deal was really the three-almost-four deciding that he didn't want to stay in the house with his grandmother, but wanted to run across the very busy country road, run 100 yards down the same road crossing the street to find us all in the woods, all whilst barefoot and sweaterless, in November, in New England. Granted, there are paths, and granted, we have walked the paths together about TWICE, so ... there is that. Luckily, he was terrorized by his own fears and so when he came running at us, out of the woods, barefoot and muddy and crying, the terror on his face made me fall to my knees and have a bare, fleeting thought that maybe he wouldn't do it again. he says he saw an animal. could've been anything, but we have lots of coyotes. at the end of the woods there is also the policemen's shooting range. big big guns.
He's 3. ever tried to stop a 3 year old from doing something, when you're not even there?
I have been counseling myself away from thinking about it all week, but here it is... I got a reminder of how fleeting and tentative life is, and how such a normal thing could also be a tragic terrifying thing. . . and not only do I not want that reminder, but I can't process it and have to let it go. I think it'll freeze me right up, as productive as my nose. so, as I approach my full week of everpresent anxiety, I'm shutting the light off. I fully admit that I can't think about it for another second.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
1. not everyone who reads here is a honky. Bro, sorry, you included now. welcome.
2. a tea drinker having a mocha capuccino at four pm might not sleep until one or two am. that would be AM.
3. intense people scare me, I don't know how to talk with them and I frequently move away in a rather rude fashion because I am nervous and scared.
4. I am not going to look like Sarah Jessica, but I do know her sister, and I will be wearing a black dress and there is little anyone can do to stop me.
5. Teachers who tell you your kid is not progressing as fast as they expected are not challenging your worth as a mother, but it sure as hell feels like it and gives you lots to think about as you are awake until the AMs.
6. Crying wives makes husbands want to have sex.
7. Donkeys make husbands want to have sex. and leaves, and bread, and water.
8. I'm going to be away from a computer all weekend and my sister Anne will be posting in my stead. give her love, because she is my sister and has to deal with a lot because of it.
9. Sunlight through the leaves is rather spectacular, and the world should regularly say 'dappled' out loud.
10. Laughing is way better than crying, but they both bring about surprising changes, when you are able to notice.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
I really should get a hobby or something.
I wrote in my journal yesterday, and it had been just about a month since I had. I can't tell you how much better I felt doing that, almost like I'd done yoga and meditated and completed the check off list in my head, my ever-shrinking head.... so little room in there these days, it is all full up with my own damn stuff and ceaseless chatter about that selfsame stuff. sheesh. even I am bored, irritated with the chittering mind I've got.
BUT I LOVED IT. I had a really good quiet couple of days after this weekend of party and sleeping over and I had a good day and I even had the werewithal to push through the crapulent evening and not let it ruin how I felt about my day, and that is something new. Not letting the 3 hour pre-bedtime routine/night ruin a whole 24-48 hour period? It is something I am learning, something that is slowly, oh so slowly, changing for me. I have been breathing, pushing off the negative stuff, literally sometimes, but trying to maintain my own space and my own balance and hold on what I feel authentically and less of what I am reacting to... does that make any sense? I am not sure either. Let me read it again, and edit somewhere.
oh well. good luck with that. Today and yesterday here have been grey and wet and chilly in the house and we have fired up the stove, tucked in to legos and books and just stayed in. Its been wonderful. My six was home Monday and now off to school and the three-four-in-a-month goes off this afternoon and I have to go dress shopping for a newyork city wedding ! They got married last weekend at City Hall but shis Sunday night is their Celebration. I'll be away Two nights, their party is on a Sunday night. hello. yes, Sunday night for the childless or the workless or the extremely local, is no problem. I am going to pretend wicked hard, that I am childless and jobless and local. But I certainly have to have a new dress, one that makes me look like Sarah Jessica. because that is real, and I always want to be real. always.
O, I am off to buy Manalo blahblahs too. because walking in something like that would be no problem for me. none.
check you later, honkies. ;)
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
|This painting is by my brother-in-law Justin McGonigle, find him online, the crookedness of the photo is mine, not his.|
quietude? satisfaction? exhilaration? joy? calm? certitude? motion? acceptance? divinity? firmament of heaven? inner lights and sparkles? buddhism? quakerism? peacefulness? lets try.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
a wild wonderful time, full of men in circles talking about sports, and lots of cupcakes. and a letter or two of love.
and an adrenalin crash after a child ran across the street and into the woods and tracked his parents through forty acres of woodlands. found, he was found.
yep. there is no fence to lock, i have a runner and I am just too tired to do more than this for a post.
Posted by Kate Bowie at 6:53 PM
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Today my six year old got his first trophy, complete with a stage walk. I sat in the auditorium of the High School and my husband commented that we'd be watching him cross in a graduation gown not too long off.
Yesterday he had his first loose tooth. We are all excited and in tears, all the time. Or, really, thats just me.
Today is the day my best male friend got himself hitched to the best possible woman, or rather, the day I saw the photographic evidence...
Today is the party for the Woman Turning 70. the slowcooker portion is abubbling, and the vegetables are prepping, and the entire meal will be the most folks we've had in our home since or warming party. Another chance to warm.
Today is the day a purple sofa will arrive in my living room, after having traveled in my 79 year old father in law's truck for a few miles. purple baby. maybe it'll even arrive before a guest does. probably not.
tomorrow I will get to sit in it, and look at it, and clean it of debris.
tomorrow we will breakfast in the sun, and nod to the woman who is 70, for she is sleeping over. Perhaps a woman doesn't outgrow slumberparties after all.
tomorrow will be fantastic.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Right now the very first playdate of our new town is happening nearby. C told me this was his best friend. Oooh....what a genious motha. and what I had forgotten in all of our many months without playdates is how little I have to do with an extra kid in the house... I have done laundry, shouted 'careful' a few times, made two stupid phonecalls to change addresses and stop catalog people from sending us three copies of their cracktoy catalogs... its been like a dream, almost like I am alone in the house, with time stretching out endlessly before me...
My sister's kitty is dying, my own two are flush with life and following me about the house when they are not cowering in fear from the running children playing some sort of game that I can't quite follow. It is okay, I'm sorry for my sister, she's had the cat a long time. . . its amazing how big these things can be sometimes.
This weekend is a large family party for my mother-in-law, her 70th birthday. all the family within reasonable distance are coming. Its a bit like thanksgiving, really, a practice shot at figuring out if we've got enough plates and how to feed the kids respectfully but semi-separately... and I am very excited to have the house smell of roasting meats and vegetables. I'm making a chickendish in the slowcooker that will feed the non-pork eating portions of our family and my hopes are high but wavery that it'll be a hit. I think I have some lingering doubts about slowcookers and it is probably a very deepseated issue that I'll have to visit with ChakraC-- just to survive. really.
no, not really.
I'm freaked out that my mother-in-law is 70, frankly. I don't like it at all. She has been in my life since I was 15, as an example of a smart, educated, whip and I am not sure how I feel about 70.
We've got two families sleeping over and I've already made the beds. I am sure that there is something that I really should get on top of right this very second while the hideandseek marathon continues. Boy, I hope I never allow them to switch over to videogames. Boys are nothing if not occasionally resourceful. Maybe I can raise them to have more inner resources than I . Toast again today for me, rising to the occasion.
I HAVE been working on changing my prayers but I have been overwhelmed with brainchatter, even during Meeting and so I've been disappointed with myself. I've dropped off the charts in terms of my yoga plans, my meditation plans and forgettabout veggie meals. I DO see the connection, but I am trying to go lightly on myself because I am just doing the best I can for the moment. I'm going, right now, to make a list of what I have done this week:
bought hardware to fix c's bureau. returned hardware.
went looking at 2 furniture stores with the three year old. survived. bought nothing. (need a sofa.)
laundry, folded, put away.
got camera pictures into the computer, posted every day.
read a book. ! a whole damn book. started another one.
made a pot roast for our German visitor who likes to drink broth for breakfast. he did, i made it.
finished, signed hundreds of forms for schools.
found my journal. didn't open it, just found it.
dropped four bags of canned goods at the school.
dropped four bags of stuff at savers. (salvationarmy type place)
cleaned the bathroom. vacuumed umpteen times.
got references for a babysitter. a real live girl to come and watch the boys while i go out somewhere, with anyone, maybe even hubsJ . I'm afraid to call the references, by the way, because of the shy/hearing problem with phones.
and thats it . still glad you're reading? meh.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
|Not a single picture of the boys is less blurry, these are serious men of action, or... |
werewolf and lion of action, as it were.
just sit the hell down and write.
the advice from the ladies at that writing thing a while back. In the 'ritual' of sitting down to do the daily blog-entry post, I am getting farther and farther from any introspection and it is making me feel all stoppered up. And so I can't think of catchy or apt post titles and I'm forgetting what my work is and i'm loving that my three year old is playing on his own without a screen flash anywhere nearby at all.
This is my thing, I like to have it, this writing. but i haven't picked up my journal in what feels like a long time and it actually makes me a bit fearful, like I'm going down some slippery slope and I haven't got my bungy tied on securely. no rappeling here, just superfly superfall.
bit dreamy really. to fall like that, in that the moments of the fall are much more interesting (sometimes) than the landing. we have all these assumptions about what happens next, pain, change, breaks, etc. I forget all the time about the arms open drift that a fall can be. like the blankspots in our souls, the mysteries in our relationships/friendships, in our children. Sometimes things line up to enable us to see what we're doing, to identify a pattern, to 'solve' a problem... and other times, we are in a fog, whether we know it or not.
This is one of those times for me, I think I am in a fog, but can't see my way out of it, and just have to wait til it passes. If I am falling, I don't know it for sure, and am trying to make note of how it smells here, what the light is like ... glory golden sighs?
how does joy feel anyhow? akin to confusion, bewilderment, hope, peaked curiosities? sweetness? sugarush?
just sat the hell down.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
we got a holy heavenly day of fall... full of warmth and golden light on the leaves... what an amazing gift it was. we had piles of leaves, talks with neighbors, tireswings into piles, hide and seek with friends, manual labor.. it was glorious.
glory- us. and gratitude.
|This photo taken by a child on shoulders.|
and then, at the end of it all... a dancing leaf pile by the side of the tire swing.
yeah, there is abundance. and i am happy to have moved.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Made myself toast just now. So very buttery and crunchycrusty good. This and some instant coffee are sort of conspiring to make me feel conflicted about the day. instant coffee really is a sad thing, so much engineering, planning, design, growth, roast, all to produce a slim package of mediocrity, even when its starbuckian. oh so.
Yesterday I sliced apart my finger with the same bread knife and it was one of those hurts which make you sit down and worry for the future. It was just a fingertip snip and it really wasn't nearly as bad as many many things are... but it surely did make me sit down and there was an awful lot of blood. I may have lost a fingernail but apart from changing the bandaid this morning, I am unwilling to investigate at all. Maybe I'll have one of those monthlong black fingernail issues. ?
But now, toast. And the boys are both home all day as it is a day for teachers to have training, or somesuch. I feel for the teachers... why not just give them a day to work in their classrooms, get caught up, develop ways to fit creativity back into their overscheduled days? but no, someone has decided that 'training' is what they need. hoo. again with the mediocrity.
And again, toast. The boys will watch pbs til their eyes bugg out.
I'm going to go pour out my sad coffee and make some hot tea. Maybe some more toast. with more knife-usage and less the injury. hot tea. a walk in the leaves... a trip to the hardware store. frenchfries.
ah, toast. it is good when you win.
Monday, November 7, 2011
For meditation, which I am trying to pick back up off the sad floor on which I left it, I've been following along with Susan Piver, who was one of the women at the writing workshop I went to whenever that was. She has videos and an "open heart project" wherein she sends free followalong ten minute meditations out to the world for free. go sign up for it.
And today? Today she was talking about Byron Katie. yes, seriously.
That woman really gets around.
And I come around, really slowly. really slowly.
Going to go work on my negative thoughts. Because there is no lack and that wiggly voice in the back of my head should not outweigh my inner shine. so there.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
oooh, i love me some cashew chicken. i do. i do. i do. and i know how to make it in a slow cooker. you want to ? here .... http://www.365daysofcrockpot.com/2009/12/day-336-cashew-chicken.html and go on, make it tonight..go on.
Love you up some chicken thighs and some sauce and four hours later it is all done. and then you toss on some cashew sweetness and I feel like ... good mother ....
OH, and I made my second pumpkin pie of the season for HubsJ's birthday extravaganza. the weekends around here entail pie for breakfast. . . and maybe oatmeal, as we are out of bread and eggs and cheerios.
real subsistence living here.
And now, this weekend of his birth, we're fallen back, waiting the time to clear out the inlaws, preparing for our quiet space of Meeting...
- weekends are for short entries too... snippets if you will... but there is , as always, for everyone, all whole lot a'brewing going on...
see you manana.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Today is the mr.'s 45th birthday. and we have pancakes and a child who cried, 'happybirthday daddy' while still in bed and half asleep. wonders of the world. we have one unwrapped present and the slippers he opened last week and one arriving perhaps this weekend... a soccergame and a sick kid (just a cruddy whiny cold, no more) and some spiral ham and homemade all day baked beans... we will love it and be warm and happy, once the soccer is over. Perhaps we will take a walk and figure out how to make coffee without a press. We will have love and maybe I can make him laugh. It is a good day to have been born.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Like mustard, light can be thick, hard to understand, weighty, hard to see through, exciting, and yet glaring.
Two of my favorite things, plus I love onions too. I really, really do. a lot.
Sometimes the enormity of Love can weigh down the heart, in my case. What I feel for my boys mixes with fear and worry and that mix is oily, cloying. If I could stop carrying the worry and the fear about their behaviour, what they 'look like' to the outside world and all the fears and worries that I have for them, and for me, then the light of the love would be quite glorious and more constant than the muck that I carry now. Its all my choice, none of this fear and worry is necessary or forced onto me, none of it. How will it look to choose not to carry it? How will that feel? To already be letting go of them? oh my. OR will I be holding them up in my light and in their light? holding them up, rather than holding on?
The whole search for the light within is good, it is changing the way I pray on a daily basis. So little need for the outsiders of desire, ritual, form, format... just a search for the light within and for those things which perhaps enable me to access my light more readily. and sometimes, its desire, ritual, form and format. dig? I do feel like I'm shuffling off some unneeded weights, loosing the hair, patting the overlarge belly, accepting the lassitude in colds, moving right along.
evidently, i belong.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
what if my time were running up? what if my biggest and best were yet to come? what if i'm running right smack into my time, right this very second?
I've been reading a lot about Quakers, because we've been taking the kids to Meeting and as much as I love it for its quietude and the great potential for silence and worship that it offers me every week, I am struggling with what it might mean to be a Quaker, and how much my identity might be problematic. Even as I type it, I see it as untrue. Not that I've been struggling with what it means, but that my identity would be problematic. These are a people who believe that your life and how you live it show the light of Christ that lives within. They are the supreme Namaste-rs . There aren't any protocols, there aren't any formulations... you seek the light within and take action on what you find there.
It is the small voice in the back of my throat which says I can't belong.
*Just right this very second I think back to the stone I picked up at the writer's retreat as a gift token, and on it was written, "i do belong" ... maybe now the relevancy has arrived. DUDE.
I have to go do some thinking.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I paraphrased my post-title from another blog, and here is her post... in the interest of not plagiarizing, which i realize is dating myself quite seriously, but there it is.
and while she writes beautifully and seriously, it is not really my bent to do it so well. so here is alltogether different take on the vaguely similar theme of how little we know ourselves....
or me, how little i know myself... I've been reading lately, gotten back into the habit of picking books at random off the shelf of the library and just plugging until i am done. i like it alot. i tend towards the mystery and the fantasy, very little romance and mostly of a generation past, it seems. Chakra C gave me a book on a 'Lost Mode of Prayer'... and I've been digging that too.... occasionally i will pick up a nonfictional guide of some sort and last month's was backyard birding and so i've become the birdlady of my acreage. Someday I'd like to have chickens but for now I have some very fat squirrels, nuthatches, more than a few sparrows and a scrawny little sad goldfinch who pecks at the nyger seed all by his lonesome self. caught a glimpse of something red once, tho no definitive cardinal sighting as of yet. i've seen a woodpecker but only once. we have many large hawks around here and I've tried to put the feeders near bushes so they can dart and hide when a shadow passes by but ... man, I fear the shadows passing by, my own fear utterly disregarding their very important role in the backyard birding empire i am building. there is even fear for the runt of the wildturkey litter... poor thing. while the others are all now monstrous, the little guy still looks like a little guy. my little guy wonders why there's only one baby and all grownups now, not putting pieces together... (in truth, i am thrilled to see the runt every time, they always say 'survival of the fittest' and all... but this guy is making it... rah rah!)
the bushes are literally teaming with small birds, waiting their turn at the birdfeeder. teeming! churning bushes of bird.
the irrationality of fearing the hawks? ah. they do have an awesome beauty in their efficiency... and still the teeming is unstoppable.
I've always prayed. For as long as I can remember, I felt just fine making lists of what I wanted or crying for people i knew to get better, get with it, what have you. I have not lately been feeling very prayerful though*, been feeling limited by words and formats and all the language that I have. Even during the quiet of Meeting (Quaker meeting, yo.), I've been too talkative, too busy identifying what kind of listening I'm about to do... blagh. irritation with self, here insert guffaws and hair-pulling.
*its more than just feeling not prayerful, i've been feeling downright petulant and childish and overly concerned with too many of my own mannerisms and blgahblaahg. looking for changes, as always, a deepening and thickening.
Is it the aging? the fear of the shadows passing overhead? Is there a secret part of me that is unsatisfied because things have not resolved? really? what a prick i must be. or a spoiled debutante.
Oh to learn patience and some humility may be my biggest hurdles ever. I keep yelling at the kids about it. holy fruitless projection. holy hawk amongst the birds of the bush.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
NaBloPoMo begins.... this year I officially signed up, so I'm probably doomed to fail.
I mean, if I could do such a thing. :)
Last night we did some trick-or-treating. I made it to one school parade but missed the other and my six year old was really upset at me. it was a heartbreaker, for him. I do my best, I really do and I'm sorry he was disappointed. Oh how I love him.
I do love Halloween also... but I had forgotten the insane excitement that my kids can't process. I suppose I am still new at it, so the forgetfulness is forgiven... but the wildness in costume is not one that I can plan for, or do preventative parenting for. The sugar alone could outdo any calmatives I have on hand, and the sugar is really the least of it... its the dark, the strangeness of holding hands in the dark, along the road, troops of what could be strangers? or friends? ...our first year in the new neighborhood and visiting homes we've never even seen in daylight. Two doors down there is a home for disabled adults and in ten years they have not had a trick or treater. ten years. boy, they were excited to see us... the workers gave us toys and spider rings. I fought against that long driveway with an intensity matched by my son the werewolf's love for shining flashlights in your eyes. and I will not ever make that fight again. ten years.
ah. to be new in a neighborhood. the things you learn by trying.
also, the food banks in my town are desparate for food and volunteers because they're not getting the donations they used to and because there is so much more demand. what about near you? I feel a rush on canned goods coming on. this is crazy. crazy. and there is an abundance in my house that I just cannot stop. and i'm not even trying. :)
I feel so damn cute with myself sometimes.
welcome to a month of this.
Monday, October 31, 2011
I've got a lion and a werewolf in the house today, and trying to get them off to school is like to kill me. schoolbuses out of costume do not take werewolves and all. go figure.
and I sortof bailed on homemade decorations, and even paid an exorbitant amount for shipping (which wasn't even the postal service that i love and long for daily! damn.) ... i love me the postoffice. internetwise, i always choose it.... but i have a boy whose lion costume will make him happy for a whole year, and i love to look at him in it so there is that. i love lions. and the werewolf? a kit costume with a whole new head/hat that isn't scary and is warm, because I just can't believe what scary stuff there is for kids out there... the kid is goddamned six and thinks he's a freaking werewolf sometimes. why the horror? has the whole country lost its innocence? noone can come up with a costume that doesn't come from a movie? i know, a conversation all played out. i know. but still ! (arms raised, hair straight up and crazy eyes... )
the kids broke somethings i liked yesterday. yes, plural. and i took a bath to soothe myself and had to take my glasses off to avoid seeing how crappily dirty the tub is. so this morning, i have cleaned it. but yesterday, after the bath i had to leave the house to avoid the broken and the dirty and i tried to go out and shop. what a hopeless task. on a crisp fall afternoon, i got me some cotton underwear. ah. dudes. i'm a lucky girl.
and also, the gig is up.
Tomorrow is November and if i do the Noblopopo craziness, then i would have to start writing every day for the month and that would be my third time doing so, and while i would love to have done it for three years straight, i feel a dirth of material, if that is how one spells dirth.
since there is really no lack, what does it mean for me? i would wonder about it, if i could dig up the energy. It is clearly a low energy time for me. probably a damn menstruation coming on. Perhaps I should make an abundantly honeyed cup of tea. ! Maybe it would be a good exercise (again) in setting up a ritual for myself as we enter these times of ritual.
but hey, i spelled 'wonder' with a 'u' up there. its halloween, everything is spelled bootacularly, and we lurve it. right?
so my wonder is this: do? or do not do? or give it a halfassed whoop?
one of the new cats has diarhea. abundance!
Friday, October 28, 2011
I'm tired of reading so much anger about the protestors down on Wall STreet. so tired. I've read things about how priviledged they are, how misguided, how 'entitled', how hypocritical they are with their computer stations and $100 shoes and yogamats and all that. and it still doesn't change a goddamned thing. what the majority of the country SHOULD be angry about is not the dreads, or the yoga or the twitter flutter, but the ways in which the american dream has been sold. It is just simply this, it is no longer enough to work your hardest and try to better yourself, you can't do it... the system is rigged. It doesn't mean we have to lie down and cry about it, but this country of immigrants and hardworkers should certainly have something to say about it. you are on the shoulders of a larger system and someone is sitting on yours and everyone is bending over to clean some crud off their shoes and so we all fall down.
Financial Corporations, Health Insurance Industries, Pharmaceuticals, Lawmakers/Lawbreakers, lobbyists, Food Processing Processessssss... the whole world of factory farming is set up and dependent upon us all eating fast food. so go get more. and more. and all of the individuals at all of the levels making choices are responsible. Grab, Grab, More More...noone will notice if i take a second piece? right? and we all are part of that, because none of us has done anything and now look where we are.
so what're you gonna do about it?
Posted by Kate Bowie at 10:15 AM
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Guess what the opposite of lack is?
Today I have an abundance of cat sht on the reading room chair. really, i do. And the abundance is that I have two cats, new to me this week, and they are learning their sea legs under my care. Perhaps this extra poop in my day will help me decide about having a new baby, which will produce a prodigious amount of poop, for which I will also needs be, do launder and remake beds and so on and so forth.
I am extremely tired and have an anger-hangover, as is my bent. Last night I was extremely livid (redundant? can one be livid in anything but an extreme way?) and dealing with it in isolation, as HubsJ was elsewhere. While this is a genetically-achingly-familiar phenomenon, I have been trying to work through it for a very long time and the hangovers are fierce, because I spend a whole lot of time with the self-berating inner voice completing the task of beating myself to smithereens for my current life. oh, patterns, you really got me going.
And the abundance is? I am safe, I ride the wave of anger like a rockstar, surf style, I am not a child anymore, no one is hurt, its over right now, and I find the space to bless the source of anger and to bless my children and myself and to imagine myself and the anger as finished. finished. handled. FINISHED!
it can be a joyful prayer, to envision life and its waves being peaceful, teeming but peaceful, maybe even exciting, happy and fun. not in some far distant future, but right now. get.out.of.town.
Who doesn't want more joy?
Monday, October 24, 2011
Otherly titled: Things I have noticed about myself lately and I cannot believe I am 37 years old, still.
*I have to expose yet another personality troublespot that I've noticed lately, my physical incapability to sit close to someone that I have anger/confusion for... do i have a repellent barrier? a forcefield of 'shove off'? I do.
*I also realized just this month that people can actually see me. Yes, Yes, its true. All those years and all those people that I was watching? oh yes, they saw me. Some of them wondered about me and why I was so quiet, some of them glanced away, some of them thought I was a snootyone. . . but dude. I JUST realized that this month. and I am not even kidding you. I don't know what caused it or how it slowly made its way to my consciousness, but it is most definitely a calling out. If, in fact, it IS TRUE that they have seen me ... then ALL of the times that I have looked away or turned without calling out to them or introducing myself... they have seen that too. I can't imagine what it must have been like.
*I am considering AGAIN the impending doom of my ability to be pregnant. and I don't know what to do about it.seeing people with babies is hurting a little bit. but not seeing people with one year olds, or two year olds. hm. AGAIN.
oh, and thats it. does any of it fit into a 'lack' question of faith? hm. well, the pregnancy question is difficult because i am currently in hot pursuit of prophylactics in 'loving' and so am actively not trying to get me a baby. so, there is no lack because i am blocking the pass. yay me. what? i don't know either.
as for the 'my god, people see me?' wackiness, i think perhaps getting older and seeing the multitudes of experiences makes for a better vision. less projection, more introspection? hmmm.
shove off forcefield? i should probably just spit out all the anger/confusion and sit tight with the physical reaction til it dissipates, yes?
working on it over here. ...
Posted by Kate Bowie at 2:50 PM
Friday, October 21, 2011
My youngest wants to play 'elephant punching a car' and this is the umpteenth time, it is 8 AM and I am feeling dissatisfied. (the game is not a joke. the cars are the badguys... it also has a polar bear.. ?:) I had a whole tigerscouts/boy thing meeting time earlier this week to have the house to myself (in the evening!) and I was downright pissy about wandering from place to place and my god, i can't for the life of me imagine what it'll be like when most of the time the kids are at school. where the hell are my inner resources? I read somewhere in the Patti Digh world that I can do a self-check at lunchtime and if I haven't done something to be proud of, then I've still got the rest of the day. I've been trying hard, as always, most of the time... And sometimes the proudness just comes from sewing on a damn tigercub patch, you dig? or sweeping the floor or looking at fabric in an industrious way, or playing go fish a multitude of times. or yes, 'elephant punching a car'. even posting here is a fillerupper, although the curiousity and desire for feedback is rather a blankspace... And so mostly I've been choosing to change my perspective, to look at the small things being weighty, as they are. but there are those days, and certainly those moments, where my dissatisfaction belies my belief system.
The whole question surrounding a 'belief in lack' of the last post is not just one of faith in G-d, it can be the 'universe' or 'the way things work'... whatever floats your boat. If I believe that the world is essentially balanced, then I also have to believe that the balance occurs continually after a series of ups and downs. right? believing that it is balanced and always balanced is to discount the lives that we actually experience, yes? the lives where we sometimes believe in lack. or act like it.
If I'm certain that G is watching my back, then the dissatisfaction is what? saying no to G's plan? yikes... being a recalcitrant teen in the face of THE PLAN? oh. huh.
All the fear I have for people in my family and the crazy, life-threatening choices they are making? um, if I believe G has their back too, then what? am I just forwarding a complaint that I don't like what G's plan looks like?
I'm really not saying this is easy, or that everyone has this belief system, but for me I find it lines up with several of the things on my list. The more I meditate, the more I try to accept things as I find them, the more I come into line with the dismissal of 'lack'. it just ain't there. and thankfully, it is a terrible word to say, as well as type, so its loss will not hurt.
Posted by Kate Bowie at 9:58 AM
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
For the longest time, Chakra Carol, or CC as I will now call her, has been saying this thing to me directly, but I've been letting it pass by because I didn't really get it and thats how I handle these things most of the time. I assume I'm a little bit thick and things will settle in or eventually just enter my verbiage by osmosis. And to my surprise, I think I've sort of glommed on to this one. Its a matter of faith...
Do you believe God provides you what you need? its basically a yes or no here. If you believe that G does in fact, provide you and all with what is needed, then you cannot believe that you don't have enough. the two are not compatible.
this is not an arguement for joblessness or passivity... :)
but so there. CC's language has always been, 'but do you believe in lack?' when I've been moaning about what isn't or what could be... ow what i'm upset about presently and I've always thought I've known what she meant, but now I actually know that I do, on something closing in on a molecular level. For me it is a reminder to check myself on what exactly I do believe. And I do believe that I have what I need. Is it everything that I want? Sheesh, can't even begin to approach that one... but I don't care right now. I have what I need.
I did yoga today and my three year old insanitypackage did it with me, and that was pretty damn awesome to see and I am proud to be exposing him to that. Did some reiki on my bad self and didn't that complete calendar screwup just make my day something valuable? huh. ALMOST as if I'd had a real life appointment with CC.
the yoga made me smile.
Monday, October 17, 2011
The fabulous six year old in my midst is a wolf ninja currently. He is playing with legos in full costume. I am off the list of potential meals evidently, so that is good. Please don't get him started about werewolves, there are a whole lot of rules for werewolf behavior that are very very important... and he knows because, you see, he is one.
`There are many times lately that I am worried for him, sometimes thrilled but worried nonetheless. The kid is a wild wound muscular thing, and much of him is a mystery to me. Some of this i'm sure has to do with his being away from me in school all day and the switching of his 'play' to 'work', and I'm not altogether sure what to do about it, if anything. Are my kids supposed to be anything but mysterious to me? He gets goals in soccer, something I don't think I managed ever in my slow sad career. He runs like the wind, and the snake, and the tree. It is actually beautiful to watch him go... but hard as hell to handle when his body has been cooped. He moves so fast, he's going to have trouble with reading, as he's on to the next page before he's done the one in front of his face... meaning is down, but accuracy will matter sooner or later. to him. to the story.
The younger of the boys is 'that age' as I say over and over and I just cannot begin to tell the time I spend chasing him. I cannot.
I've been doing allright, got some writing done, some meditating... slacking on the yoga and the veggie meals although we've got frozen pizza for dinner tonight and I suppose that counts if you want to be SUPER lame. I choose LAME sometimes. I do go to see Chakra Carol again tomorrow and I'm really liking those days as I get about an hour free before I get there, so I treat myself to a healthy lunch that someone else makes and I might even shop for groceries or something that is quite the accomplishment. She gave me two pieces of homework last time and I've only done one, so maybe i'll stay up late tonight and send myself through the illumination wringer just to satisfy my twelve year old self ... getting all my homework turned in on time. ...
wolves wolves wolves in my hair...
*can i just tell you that I was an ENTIRE WEEK off my schedule and that I can't see Carol because my appt is not til next week. luckily, my motherinlaw babysitter was on her schedule just fine and didn't show, which means i'm home, with runnerchild, with homework done and illumination wrung... goh.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
So what do YOU think about the Occupiers of Wall Street? ragtag hippies with no life that matters as Rush Limbaugh thinks? Do you want to share anything with him? creep, disgustingly Wealthy creepy liar, wonder where he puts his dollars? hm.
I admit, I wish it looked differently. I wish I were there, really, so that the American public would see a mother of two, former schoolteacher getting all pissy that the real scumsuckers of american society are living very very well, and we are not scorning them- we are being asked to continue giving them benefits and subsidies and so on and so forth. We are making choices and allowing our politicians to make these choices without repurcussions. we are attacking municipal plow funds, and social security, and teacher salaries, and poor people for their damned inability to stop being poor, and the lighting funds of rural communities, we are asking people to break their backs again and again, just to make a living wage. we are even being told we should lower the minimum wage. is this a government of the people? really?
and if you think it is fine, then fine. but you are making a choice in your complacency, as am i. I'm no preacher.
I wish I could hold myself up as a banner citizen, involved and activist extraordinaire. but I am trying. I am becoming much more aware of my steps and how much they DO MATTER. what you are wearing and where it was made... MATTER. where you shop MATTERS. How you treat emloyees MATTERS. what you will accept from your local businesses or bigboxes MATTERS. how you treat your neighbors MATTERS. what you tell yourself about those strangers MATTERS. how you spend your money MATTERS. if you have extra, are you helping anyone? another actual person? Buying online can harm your local business and its employees. really. How much porn you watch MATTERS, you are part of an industry. what you eat MATTERS, the farmers in your neck of the woods wish you took more care. what I do with my trash MATTERS. where I choose to take my kids to lunch OR NOT, MATTERS.
what I joke about MATTERS.
what I write about MATTERS.
so, in essence, i don't care that half of the protesters are messy. what they are protesting is clear. so i give them a rah rah, and i get more aware.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
|This boy is about to scream blo-ooh-ooody murder |
because there is snow on his face.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Most of what we use here is cast iron. For slapping upside the heads, of course, but also for cooking... and my favorite husband-made dish is scrambled eggs, primarily for the luxury of the someone-else-made-breakfast sensation, as he does like the way I make them better than his own. But the pan, my friends, the pan can sit in the sink or on the stove for almost an entire week...uncleaned, eggy in a very masterly way. The pan has got my knickers in a twist. The damn thing will not clean. It has been a long battle, for as long as my husband has been my husband with his damn paranoia about teflon. um, well-rooted in weird fact, but still. When I had my dog, I tried to let her clean out the egg before washing it in the hopes that she would get it down to its roots, but no, not even the hysterical will of a beagle to eat all things could get the pan cleaned down to its deepblack origins. and it was sort of gross... but mind you, it sits on the counter unclean for a week so I am clearly not the arbiter of cleanliness...
Last night we had scrambled egg, bean and cheese burrito type concoctions and they were yummy and closetcleaning...and I woke up this morning by myself at 7:15 and was the only soul awake. late! alone! hallelujah ...let the choir sing madonna.... it was amazing, and today is supposed to be brilliantly sunny and 80 degrees, and I NEEDED my kitchen to be clean, so I could go outside all day and NOT have to come into clutter for any reason and so I washed the goddamn thing less than 16 hours after using it. Just wanted to share. If my whole family dies of salmonella one day or whatever it is that comes from old egg bits.... I want you to tell the world about responsibility but also about my clean pan... if only for one day... it was clean.
and dudes,dudettes and all the inbetweens? we had eggs two days in a row and now the 'strong feeling' is morphing into a wild fanatical scraping of the iron with a spoon. i'm just saying that now, now i will miss part of the sunny day because of this pan, and it may be the only sunny hour for seven years. damn. out out damn spot. out.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Hey there. I did a 'writing exercise' yesterday and while i think it was crap, it has given me fodder for today's post, which makes it all an exciting win-win. I picked out a sentence from one of my first month's postings, and wrote about it, trying to get deeper and thicker and muckier with... both, what i meant and what it could mean. . . . but also to just get myself writing and flowing and fun actionmama and doing something besides facebook and laundry because they are both sort of futile. it all just goes round and round, see.
SO, the sentence i had picked out was this: Nobody says Peace is boring. Do they? --- from December 15, 2008....
AND I went to see Chakra Carol this week and she had been to see Byron Katie (oh my god, her AGAIN?!) and Carol shared some of the sentences she loved so much ... one of them being: Peace is disturbing. get used to it.
Right? ANyone think maybe it worthy of a blog shoutout to coincidence and noncoincidence? right.
It happens to be frighteningly cold in the house and i refuse to turn on the heat as it is just the first week of October and so my typos may be frightening as well as my fingers are seizing up. true.
so there. There seems to be this idyllic notion that peace makes everyone happy and giggly, all things solved all at once. big healthy trees and granola for all. no more bankers. and i think, personally, that it is much more turbulent than that. when you 'solve' or 'release' one of your burdens, a big fat hole opens up in you... all that space in you that you devoted to a drama is now open for other business and I generally have no idea how to go about 'business' and so fill it up with almonds and the occasional tantrum. For instance, friend Russel fills me with contentment and peace, reminder of wonderful friendship and love and creativity. And then he leaves, and I am boatrocked in my hole.
I suppose it isn't the clearest example.
Do you get my jist?
We are made in the image of God, so they say. Think how unknowable that is. And we are unknowable as well, full of spaces we don't understand, corners we can't see around.
What I think is that we are made to have these holes, to be on the lookout for how to live with them. and that ISN'T peaceful. The search, the work... they are actions.
sweat may be involved, or crying, or divorce, or tea. its hard to tell. but movement IS turbulent, isn't it?
Monday, October 3, 2011
So , I did accomplish a task, and maybe by lunch i will figure out something that I can do today to make me feel proud. I would like to feel a stronger sense of worth, to look at what I 'do' and value it . My kids are good, but they are creations of God at this point, and I"m just providing a good habitat and food. they get good stuff here and they are good kids. so there is that.
and I just don't know what else to say, but that I am going forward, looking into the next week with a new and refreshingly similar list of things I would like to do:
3 times a week, 10 minute writes.
2 times a week, 10 minute sits.
and I'd like to add that I'd like to do 2 times a week yogas and 2 times a week, planned veggie meals.
just small steps here.