Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Still life

There are so very often random photos on my phone. Both my middle and youngest daughter can't seem to keep their hands off of the phone, and random photos seem to be their thing. Mostly, especially if the preschooler is in charge, they are blurry photos, beyond recognition.

If my 9 year old is the culprit they may well be super close ups of her own face, which, because they are SO close, are rarely flattering. I mostly delete them all.

However, tonight, when I took a quick glance through my photos I came across this one taken by my 4 year old on Monday morning before school.

Let me assure you that the hour from 7 am  to 8 am at our house is busy, and loud, and sometimes frantic, and that I typically end up yelling. "Where are your shoes?!", "Why isn't your hair brushed?!", "What, are you kidding me? Your dance bag isn't packed yet?" and on and on and on and on it goes.

But this photo? Well this photo was snapped at ~7:55 am, on a school morning, right before departure time, this very week, and  it looks so damn peaceful, doesn't it? So bright and domestic and real and true, and I just can't get enough of it. I love our house. I love those widow-cabinets. I love my girls. I love that my way too long hair can currently only be contained in some throw-back plastic banana clip contraption. I love that super orange sweater. I love the hint of motion. I love that I am not yelling.

I get that it probably does not make you, or anyone--even the midget photographer--nearly as happy as it does me, but really this IS what it's all about right? The little moments, the daily routine, the things we do with love, or love and resentment, or purely from a sense of duty that make our minutes, our days, our lives. Welcome to mine. Sorry, but you're too late for breakfast.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Serenity Now

Life can sometimes get a little overwhelming.

And there is only one thing to do at a time like this.

Find water.

And find a Full Moon.

Here in the godforsaken northeast we're still months and months away from beach weather . . .

. . . but, beach weather or not, we have a spectacular River . . .

. . . and blood moon lunar eclipse or not, every month we have a big full fat moon . . .

. . . and occasionaly the River and the Full Moon and the ferries all come together and everything is, at least momentarily, perfect.

Monday, April 14, 2014

When in Portland

I had myself a lovely time in Portland. I have a personal rule that precludes me from blabbing too much work related content here on the blog, but this was my annual very favorite conference, and it did not disappoint. 

I did not see enough of my green boyfriend this time around. We were centered around our downtown location, and the days were so packed that I hardly had time to set forth on any level of adventure beyond a brisk walk around the block in between every workshop session. It's a great block, though. And a great city. 

Next time you visit Portland, I strongly suggest that you cap off any night with a visit to JT at Huber's Cafe. Have a spanish coffee. I tried both and have to say I preferred the iced version. Pay no mind to suggestions that it's too touristy, especially if you're a tourist.