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A lifetime of surrender

2012-03-02T10:13:00.001-06:00

I seek in my flesh the
tracks of your lips- I carry
the yes in the palm of
my hot hand, like silver coinage
warm and weighted and full
of surrender- of rich sweet surrender

The night does not wish to
go so that you cannot come
and I cannot go. We are
bonded in matrimony, yet I am
still weak in the knees for
your true undying love- our love.

The story of us is not
in the submission of settling with,
but submitting to the love shared
by two trembling coupled faces content
what life has thrown our way.

In Marriage surrender is the compromise,
the banality of a common day,
the unopened box of the future,
the raising of flesh and blood,
the desire for the past, rooted
deep with the future and a
love that is promised- a lifetime.

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The Ordinary Connections that bond us {Bigger Picture}

2012-03-01T07:37:00.001-06:00

Long before he could speak or even comprehend speech; Anthony and I had this one very special common bond other than that of mother and son.

Wall-e

That sounds strange doesn't it? A simple movie bonded a mother and child? Why not a book or a song or a memory?

No, it was this genius cartoon that put smiles on our faces and hearts.

The movie, if you have not seen it, is set in the year 2805. It takes place in a consumerism wasteland. Buy n Large was the main mega-sized-coroporation that facilitated the complete failure of our beloved earth's ecosystem and way of life. Therefore BnL, being responsible for this great downfall, created a fully equipped space ship to abandon the ever present trash tsunamis.

We both instantly fell in love with this stunning piece of original art. It truly is one of the greatest silent movies of this time. And with so few words being spoken, it appealed to my son with a speech delay.

We've watched Wall-e over and over again. And once Anthony got older we watched it mostly when he was feeling sick. As comfort.

Anthony loves the music from Hello Dolly and I love La Vi en Rose sung by Louie Armstrong. Anthony's favorite character is the resilient and plucky Wall-e; while I'm more of a M-O (A Microbe Obliterater similar to R2D2) girl.

Wall-e is a movie that we come back to.

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In the early hours of Wednesday morning just past midnight; Anthony started vomiting. I was awake because I was taking a puff off of my recently prescribed inhaler. Anthony stepped down from his bunk bed and I just thought that I woke him so I told him that he needed to go back to bed and that everything was fine.

And he did go back to bed, but everything was not fine and he started to get sick right in his bed. I called for Nick to help me, and he woke up instantly.

I did my first round of laundry at 2:30am and prepared a "sick bucket" to go in our bedroom. I was still fighting a fever and I was already sick so when Nick asked if I wanted the couch or our bedroom I picked the bedroom. And so the longest night ever commenced and followed straight into the normal morning hours.

After the third time upchucking on the couch, my little bean weakly requested (in the most sweet and innocent voice) "Mama, can we watch Wall-e please?"

Fresh sprung tears were released from my over tired body. And I held him tight in my arms.

Of course. Let's put on Wall-e.

And we shared a moment...

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Until Dominic made the very astute observation that "Wall-e is lame, mom"

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You can't win them all. But connections do matter, even if it is just a movie. And Wall-e might not be everyone's cup of tea, however Anthony and I love it.

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Virtual Coffee please

2012-02-28T09:15:00.001-06:00

It is time for coffee or tea.

I want coffee, but I'll drink tea

and if we were really getting together today it would be...

over skype. or google + or webcam,

because I wouldn't want to infect you.

We would catch up in between coughs.

I would take a big sip of my passion tea and I would tell you about going to church on Ash Wednesday last week, and how my soul needed to be in a church (almost any church) so badly. I decided to skip the late mass with the kiddos because it was past their bed time. So I ushered Anthony off to school and Dom & I went to the 8:00 morning mass at St. John's. Which isn't our church, but it was close and I could still get Dominic to school on time. Now, I don't know everyone in this church, but the people I have come across have almost always been uppity and rude. It is probably the exact reason why we have never really gave it a chance until... last week.

I stopped at the light to turn right. Mind you when at a stop sign, or a stop light, I make a full stop as I should according to law. So I was quite annoyed and trying to be "Christian" when the guy behind me layed on his horn... loud... more than once... at a red light.

Dom made the very keen observance that the light was red.

I counted to three and exhaled out.

From that right turn the church is about 1 minute down the road. And ~~the old geezer jerkwod douchebag~~ the person behind me that so nicely let me know that I could turn right at the light had his blinker on to turn into the church.

Yeah.

Of course I just muttered something about the parishioners and went on my merry little way into church. Listened to the mass, marveled at the light shining through the brilliant stained glass windows. Then when it was time to receive my ashes, Dom wanted to be carried. Which was a little weird, but I agreed.

Upon getting his ashes he whispered in my ear:

"Mom, it didn't burn."

Oh my Lord, I guess I didn't explain the ashes thing well enough and I felt so bad.

Parenting: fail.

I would also tell you how I made it up to them (and me)...

On Thursday we played out in 50 degree sunshine... all day long.

But then...

On Friday we got hit with 7 inches of snow...

We played outside a~~ll day long~~ a couple of hours.

And then of course I made hot cocoa.

But by Saturday:

Domo came down with a 24 hour hour stomach flu. I spent lots of time cuddling him.

And cleaning up his puke.

And cuddling more.

course

by Sunday

I felt...

SUPERSICK.

But I think it is something else. For the past three days I've run a low-grade temperature with a very sore throat, headache, watery eyes, super congestion, and other pure evil rotten nastiness that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Or on ~~jerkwod douchebags~~ nice old men that like to honk their horn for fun at red lights right before the go to church.

(and I wonder if he confessed that sin? I know I confessed that I had annoyance in my heart for him.)

moving on...

because I have to let. that. go... right?

Anyway, I wouldn't wish this evil nasty ick on anyone. Which is why I'm going to see the doctor and hopefully get an antibiotic.

Because I'm miserable.

Which you would probably hear in my deep baritone voice.

And then...

You would be happy that this was only

virtual coffee..

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It's a beautous evening, calm and free...

2012-02-24T06:20:00.000-06:00

For more Calming photography and poems visit:
Bumbles & light, Sweet Violet, Project Alicia, and Live & Love Out Loud

{{{Right Now}}}

2012-02-23T08:39:00.001-06:00

Right now, I ...

:: noticed how the air is sweet with the smell of fresh laundry, the clouds are drifting to reveal powdered blue morning skies

:: just kissed my kindergartener on the forehead; only to be greeted by my preschooler at the door wrapped in moss green sherpa.

:: is preparing to make scrambled eggs, smoked sausage, and biscuits with strawberry jam in soft morning light. My preschooler always prefers a later breakfast on his days off.

:: wondering if I should save the dry cereal in a zip lock bag; clean up the milk off the table from excess morning slurping?

:: wearing jeans and a gonzaga university hoodie, no makeup except for a little eye liner that wouldn't budge last night and to which I said "whatever"

:: observing, my cat, who is daydreaming of being outdoors sniffing laundry scented, crisp morning air.

:: listening to the good ole laughter track of Scooby Doo and the squeals of a delighted four year old, who loves anything just a little spooky.

:: Also listening to Dave Matthews sexily and smoke-ing-ly croon "let's go drive till morning comes... watch the sunrise and fill our souls up..." Oh, in another lifetime I did just that with the hubbster.

:: Right now, this IS my reality...

And my soul feels very full.

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Visual Poetry {Five}

2012-02-22T10:24:00.002-06:00

I love the dark hours of my being
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.

The knowing comes: I am open
to another life that's wide and timeless.

So I am like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:

a dream once lost
among sorrow and songs
-Rainer Maria Rilke

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I am the father; but the son is more.
He is all the father was, and what the father was not
grows great in him. He is the future
and the return. He is the womb, he is the sea...
-Rainer Maria Rilke

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All who seek you
test you.
And those who find you
bind you to image and gesture.

I would rather sense you
as the earth senses you.
In my ripening
ripens
what you are.

I need from you no tricks
to prove you exist.
Time, I know,
is other than you.

No miracles, please.
Just let your laws
become clearer
from generation to generation.
-Rainer Maria Rilke.

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All poetry selected today is from Rainer Maria Rilke's Book of Hours, Love poems to God.

Taking the time to...

2012-02-20T09:44:00.001-06:00

Passion {Poetic Winter Challenge}

2012-02-17T10:22:00.000-06:00

My Passion is

a needle put in the wrong grove

of an old vinyl record.

My hesitation in passivity

yielding due to weakness

in remorse.

Discomfited by weakness

and in increments, strength

implores me.

For it looms and anchors

fills inside, encased inside.

A piercing need

crackling with white noise

popping quietly at the surface

a need for more.

That only I can fulfill

and it is heartrendingly simple.

Obliging forgiveness for not taking

advantage.

AJM

There is passion in the light that guides our way.

In pure flakes of frozen snow that float on a frigid breeze.

In floral whispers of spring and summer's past thriving in the chill of mid-winter.

There is passion in the mother who carried a miracle under her heart.

In rose petals that gleam with fragrant wonder, making the heart pound faster.

And there is passion found in every new dawn. Life is all about passion.

AJM

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For more passionate poems and photographs visit:

Bumbles & Light, Project Alicia, Sweet Violet, and live & love out loud

A Dream

2012-02-16T09:49:00.006-06:00

There is a grand tree that sits upon a hill that has silver lined clouds above it.

It is full, and thick, and the years have added rings to it's courageous bark.

There is determination in it's roots. There is growth in it's branches.

It's unfurled leaves hold ambition.

Mighty.

There is sun on her shoulders as she swings on a tire held up by that tree.

Floral printed linen floating around bony ankles

rising, falling, and thoughts touching the silver lined clouds.

Swelling with golden light. Kissed by life.

On the cusp...

There is a mother that stands at her open window.

Restless winds whipping.

Free flowing streams of tears, tender but raw.

She still sways as if holding her babe...

comforted.

There is billowed smoke that clings to the walls.

Moments, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Decades... of life.

Memories, dreams, restless winds...

No words.

Best said, when nothing is said at all.

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Visual Poetry {four}

2012-02-15T15:21:00.000-06:00

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." -Anais Nin

I am open with courageousness and soaring with possibility.

{Virtual Coffee, yo!}

2012-02-14T08:42:00.001-06:00

First, Happy Valentines day.

There it is out of the way. The big holiday elephant in the room is out of the way.

Let's move on:

If we were having coffee today...

Dom would be pumped up on too much sugar. My fault entirely, I take the credit.

I would serve passion tea and heart shaped sugar cookies with red sprinkles.

You may comment upon the lovely red wooden bracelet that rests on my right arm and I would tell you that I received it yesterday through the mail.

I would not tell the story behind it because it isn't my story to tell, but it is the lovely and compassionate Emily's story to tell.

Then I would proceed to get my craptop out and show you the website.

Then you would know how much I will always treasure the bracelet.

If we were having coffee, tea, or ... this morning I would tell you

that I can't get enough of this song and this song.

Like, over and over again in a teenager-like-music-listening-fashion.

Do you still do that?

I do.

Did you watch the Grammy's? What was your favorite performance?

I really liked Bruno Mars. What a performer! Lord, have mercy.

I mean, it was the bomb. The bomb.

And now with that phrase alone, I have aged myself.

Which I would laugh off like the rockstar that I am.

We would then proceed to comment upon the weather because when you get together in the winter, with a friend, the weather almost always comes up. And in this case I would point out all the soft falling February snowflakes falling to the ground. Losing their individuality and becoming one big glob of sparkling white melty stuff.

Don't you love my descriptions?! I do. Deal with it. Bwahahaha...

We would talk about valentines day (or blah blah blah like my Dom would say)

And if you have never heard me get on my soap box about the expectation of the forced affection, then I would...

spare you.

But I would tell you that I bought valentines for my bambinos anyway.

And a gift for my husband, too.

{Which is something I never do on this day}

I would tell you that he will come home with chocolates and thats about it

and how completely fine I'm with that.

Seriously.

I would also tell you that the plan is to go to sweet variations {a local shoppe} and buy candy for the boys. Even though their classmates have taken care of that through valentines parties thrown at school.

I would also tell you that I bought a heart shaped balloon.

Yeah, I'm ~~full of it~~ full of the love spirit.

Ha.

And because you came over on Valentines day...

I would send you home with a valentine of your very own. Because apparently I've bought into the crazy love agenda this year.

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If you want more coffee, and possibly a less jaded view on today then visit Amy, blog queen of Lucky Number 13. She's cool. And she likes coffee... a lot.

Sweetness even in sickness {Sharing the sweet in my life}

2012-02-10T15:09:00.000-06:00

Before the sun even decided to not shine; I was awake, taking care of a sick pookie.

{7am light in the darkness}

I was able to soothe my four year old back to sleep just in time to wake my six year old up for school.

{8am- On our way to the bus stop}

The silence, again, was slightly consuming except for the spray of water.

{9am- A quick shower while the sick bambino still slept}

Cartoons aren't normally allowed in the morning during the week, but when my sick buddy stays home Looney Toons are a must.

{10am- Looney Toon viewing.}

The snow on the clinging leaves makes me long for spring.

{11am- outside while Luna is relieving her puppy bladder}

Walking over to the bus stop to escort the sweet bean home from school.

{12pm- My sweet Bean.}

Bean and I ate chili, but the sweet sick pookie preferred chilled fruit instead.

{1pm- lunchtime}

Art time in this house usually includes glue, markers, paint, paper, and crayons. Today it included glitter, too.

Glitter heals.

{2pm- Art time.}

Thought I would say Hi!

{3pm- Hi!}

Luna says: Hi!

{4pm- Luna says hi, too.}

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Through the course of what I predicted was going to be a long day... I found sweetness.

Happy Ten on Ten.

May you find the sweetness in your every ordinary moment of the day.

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Insta-Friday Virgin, no more.

2012-02-03T15:30:00.000-06:00

1. Me.

2. On our way to go sledding down Mainiac Hill.

3. Da Hubbster and Da Bambinos sledding.

4. The Heart that Anthony made me.

5. Monday Sunrise.

6. The lake around the corner.

7. My dog sleeps in the craziest positions.

8. A girl could dream.

9. Tuesday Sunrise.

purchased.
Goodbye Snowfall, hello balmy spring-like temps.
Thrifty humor.
Grey Mid-Winter Midwestern morning.
Anthony at the library.
valentines crafty schtufff.
Brotherly love on the library computer.
The new bakery in town.
#bpcaptures... The rosary that I keep in my car... always. And the song that I love that represents this picture: Here was a man- Johnny Cash.

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So this is my first insta-friday.
My handle is aliters. Follow me if you want, see you around.

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The holiday of loooove {Bigger Picture Moment}

2012-02-01T19:11:00.006-06:00

January is now over and our house departed from the first month of a new year in a nice way. We celebrated with spring cleaning in spring-like weather in the middle of winter. We also celebrated it with sidewalk chalk art and loud belly laughs.

And then Hello, February! And hello typical overcast winter blah-ness. Yeah, I just said "blah-ness" it is pretty much what February through April is around here. I loathe this time of year when winter just drags on her merry little way. Lingering sunless days making it just that much harder to wake up in the morning.

With all this blah-ness being announced you may think that I would eagerly look forward to the winter month holidays as a way to shake the mehs. To which I would reply with the answer... meh.

Yup, I'm not a communist, but I loathe Valentine's day, too. It is what it is folks... a hallmark holiday.

My kids, however, love it... Soooooo... In getting with the spirit; I told them we could decorate the house in love-like-stuff.

This made him very happy which alone made my heart sing just a little since he wasn't feeling very good.

Ahem, so I turned on some motown (kid friendly stuff, my friends) and went to work.

We sketched, painted, cut, and pasted. We stuck on stickers and hung up garland. We sat at the table and then moved the party to the kitchen floor.

And it was a lot of fun.

So I think... just maybe... kinda sorta... well... sure...I guess...

Valentine's day is kinda-sorta growing on me. We'll see how I feel on February 14th...

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Visual Poetry {three}

2012-02-01T07:44:00.003-06:00

I have seen tenebrous showers move towards waves,
raising frail riddled arms in yielding fashion.

I have seen white flags overhead in deep tune,
far away from what I will ever return.

And darkness.

Darkness.
Though nothing may remain but the darkness.

Odor.
Though nothing may remain but the odor.

But rip from me the memory
and the color of old hours.

Sorrow.
Have you felt my sorrow?

Throes.
The throes of the moon breaks purple veined clouds.

Pain.
The genuine, the unclean pain.

But rid me of the invisible molestful people
who have forever moved about my mind.

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Welcome to Visual Poetry. Every Wednesday, I plan to post at least one picture. That picture alone may be able to speak the poetry of my heart, but it may not. Some Wednesdays there may be a quote by another poet or original work published by me.

Like a snow flake in a snow storm...

2012-01-30T08:26:00.003-06:00

Winter has finally arrived in Michigan.

And it's the end of January.

So as long as we don't have a White Easter, I'll proclaim this the best winter ever.

January flew by like a snow flake in a snow storm, but February we're ready for you!

Happy Monday, guys!

Morning Tenderness {Five Minute Friday}

2012-01-27T08:49:00.003-06:00

His little boy voice is a beacon and wake up call through the fog of sleep.

Eyelash upon heavy eyelash; oh how they dance together in silent morning greeting, and I see through blurry eyes my heart upon his sleeve.

Clutching his purple sock monkey with tiny gripping fingers.

I forget that he is so small; except in morning hours when I feel his fragility.

His smile lights up his face.

The morning is still dark, the moon still in the sky, and here he is lighting up my morning with his smile.

Tender mornings that catch me off guard help me treat him with the loving patience that every new day calls for.

Any request he makes, usually small, is met.

His young heart melts my old heart with such promise.

I love him.

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I'm linking up with the Gypsy Mama today and her Five Minute Friday prompt.

Take 5 minutes to write today. It's just that easy and fulfilling, too.

Happy Birthday, Michigan {My Bigger Picture}

2012-01-26T07:38:00.004-06:00

Today marks the 175th anniversary of the day that President Andrew Jackson signed a bill to make Michigan our nation's 26th state.

Happy Birthday, Michigan.

The place where I call home.

There is a lot to love about Michigan.

Ask anyone who has visited on vacation, lived here as a child, or currently resides here.

I love my state. I am filled with pride and wonderment at all it's gifts.

The great lake shorelines, the dunes, quaint towns, pristine farms.

The camping, the hiking, the endless forests.

The cities, the people, the determination.

The youth and their achievements.

I love our history and our land.

There are views that are so breathtaking, the stunning crisp blue of the water that seems to dissolve into the pure blue of sky.

A beautiful green and clean state!

The upper pensiula. The Pictured Rocks, Tahquamenon Falls then west all the way to Ontonagon near to Canada.

The sight of a billion trees emblazoned with vibrant red, burnt oranges, golds and peridot hues that dance up and down the mountains surrounding the Lake Of The Clouds is as enchanting as the sight of the Grand Canyon.

I haven't even mentioned Mackinac Island, perhaps our finest treasure.

Or the eastern coast of Michigan with it's rugged charms and beauty.

And of course, the thumb were cozy suburbs are abound and where many people all through out time have resided.

I have traveled to many, many states over the years, proudly claiming when asked that I am from Michigan. Often I have sensed in other's response that look that says "you poor thing". "Why would you want to live there? It is the arm pit of the nation."

And I gotta tell ya, we are not just a state floundering in tough economic times. We are Michiganders DESPITE the hardships and struggle, we don't want to give all this up!

We can't give this up. It is OURS to love. And you would love it, too.

Michigan is the heart of America. You can look to us for the positive change we'll make in years to come. Look how far we have come!

We are the American Dream.

And in closing I want to share a poem that I've shared here before, but that I love so deeply because the poem is about our struggles as a state and my struggles as a woman. I believe that we have the determination and skill necessary to make a come back.

I love Michigan.

175 years and going strong.
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Digging deep,
her toes curled up
in the bright hot sand
standing amid the
sounding surf of a
tormented wave.
Whispering over her face,
the cool fresh water breeze
and the intake of summer air
left a trace
on her dehydrated soul.
With the rise and fall
of her breath
she said nothing at all
but thrust her hand impatiently
into the grasp of the man
that she gave her heart to.
Then with toes sinking into the sand
they ran against the wind
to crash into the great lake
quenching all thirst
that the world had stripped away.
Their lovers knot
is a tiny minnow
in a great big body of water.
The waves march up above
their heaving bodies
with the beat of a drumming
sun.
The air, they suck in is a guitar
that strums in the tune of their
weeping riff
and old battle scars.
They are quenched,
and they will continue to
subsist.

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Visual Poetry {Two} Impenetrable Winter Shade

2012-01-25T13:17:00.006-06:00

Light tries to penetrate a thick
dense cloud
though a few rays pierce the gloom,
the great mass is still
an impenetrable shade.

ajm 1/25

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Visual Poetry {one}

*Visual Poetry-

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Every Wednesday, I plan to post at least one picture. That picture alone may be able to speak the poetry of my heart, but it may not. Some Wednesdays there may be a quote by another poet or original work published by me.

This is something that is very near to my heart.

I hope you like it.

Time for some {virtual coffee}

2012-01-24T11:31:00.005-06:00

Want to join me for some coffee? Oh wouldn't that be nice? Especially on a day like this.
Cold. Windy. Dreary...

If we were having coffee today I wouldn't have much to complain about.

Really.

Yeah, it's January.
Yeah, I hate winter.
and Yeah, there is a bit of snow on the ground

but really...

nothing to complain about.

Even my knee is getting better... sorta.

but...

really...

So if we were having coffee I would ask YOU how you are doing.
I would embrace my cup in my hands and lean into our conversation with my heart.
You would tell me what is on your mind.
You may tell me your opinion on the Oscars and which movie you think might win.
Or you may tell me that you hate the Oscars because none of the movies are the kind of movies you prefer to view.

I'm of the variety that watches maybe half of the movies nominated, but still loves the Oscars for the... fashion! Yes, I said fashion.

{You may give me a silly look.}

At this very moment I'm wearing black stretchy yoga pants, slippers, a frumpy sweatshirt, and a pony tail.

Oh and a bra.

Because that is how I roll when I have company.

{So yes, a weird look you may give me.}

Nonetheless, I loooooove fashion.

And how I wish I had a big event to get ready for in the middle of February. Don't you? Winter would be just a little more fa-fa-fabulous if there was a big event that we all could get together and dress up and party like movie stars.

But instead, I just have my typical Mainiac madness {see above picture of my madness}...

And

they make me smile, too.

Just in case you wanted to know.

Coffee chats are the best aren't they?

They can be so random!

Would you like a warm up in your mug?
How about some sweet strawberry tart to go along with it?

Would you like to see my new coach bag?
Nick bought it for me, just because, now isn't that romantic.

That is why we don't celebrate valentines day here between us.

Did you just call me a love scrooge?

eh, meh...

I get chocolates and we buy the gift of music for the kiddos
(a tradition my dad started when I was a kid)
and we enjoy each others company.

But the cheap, cheesy, valentine-y stuff...

Yeah we don't do it.

How about you?

Do you like to do it up big?

I think this year the kiddos and I will be making some decorations though.

I found some cute ideas and they are on my pinterest board if you are interested.

speaking of pinterest...

image via pinterest via This Way to Joy

I want to paint this.
Frame this.

And hang it in the hallway.

What is going to stop me?

And what is going to stop you from

DO SMALL THINGS WITH GREAT LOVE.
-Mother Teresa.

Let's do coffee again NEXT week, around the same time shall we?

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Creative Community {My Bigger Picture}

2012-01-19T06:23:00.005-06:00

Yesterday I introduced a new feature that I will be hosting on my blog every Wednesday.

It has been awhile since I've felt creative. In my opinion, creativity can not be forced. There is no easy button to press and no short cut to pursue. Creativity is doing.

It can be nourished.

It can be fed by community.

It can be fueled by desire.

It is the whole nine yards of process, production, and personality.

When all is said and done,

creativity is doing what already lives inside of you.

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I've been participating with Bigger Picture Blogs since the beginning. When it was first founded with the amazing original crew of talented bloggers, I was inspired to share my stories and hopes with the community. I linked up letters to my family, personal experiences and pictures. I shared and listened and was moved by the simplicity of the bigger picture.

Then one day, an email was sent to my over crowded and much neglected inbox. (I have complete lack of etiquette when it comes to email. Some of you already know this. Sorry!) It was an email from Hyacynth, whom I admired, and it was an invitation to join the Bigger Picture team.

I knew from day one that it was an opportunity for personal growth and community growth. I also knew just exactly what area of creativity I would fit into as well.

I didn't really get it though.

Not until Help for Joplin.

At first there was just pure panic and concern for Sarah and her family, then there was the total loss of words and a sincere wish that I could do something. Even though I didn't act on it.

But

Hyacynth did.
Melissa did.
Lenae did.
And of course Sarah did as well.

Immediately they went to work on doing something.

I joined forces, but they did the leg work. And then all of the generosity...

My heart became full.

I truly saw what this blogging community can do and will do for complete and total strangers.

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Doing.

Creativity is doing.

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Through my funk, my depression, not one time did I not feel the full strong support of my bigger picture family.

Not once did I feel pressure to do more.

There was this overwhelming feeling that I was blogging on empty because I wasn't doing anything but having a self pity party. Even though I resolved not to have one. And it hurt.

Creativity is doing.

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Our tag line for bigger picture blogs is

Nourishing creativity through intentional living.

Reveling in modest and powerfully understated moments in life that take our breath away. All just by living, just by doing, and just by being.

Living. Doing. Being. Open.

It goes hand in hand with

Live. Love. Create.

and it also goes hand in hand with

Live. Capture. Share. Encourage.

which is essentially our community in a nutshell.

I am open to the possibilities of creativity and nurturing creativity within others.

And I am open to something that is living inside of me trying to climb it's way out.

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My bigger picture this week is

THE BIGGER PICTURE COMMUNITY.

My bigger picture this week is... you, and me, and we... as a community.

I'm creating again by doing and in return I hope that I help foster creativity in just being and living intentionally. The push I feel isn't just in my own need to be inspired, but to be the catalyst for others to feel the very same way I do about being creative and living an intentional life.

I'm doing.

We're creating.

And I can't wait to see what our collaborative and individual spirits will bring about in 2012.

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Here's to the Bigger Picture Blog community.

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Live.

The bigger picture community is my bigger picture this week. What’s yours?

Capture.

Link up yours with Melissa this week.

Share.

Please make sure to link to your bigger picture post, not your blog. Your post must link back to Peanut Butter in My Hair or have our button.

Encourage.

Because that is what community is all about.

Visual Poetry

2012-01-18T09:13:00.004-06:00

Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
and we, we were children once again.
- Bill Morgan, Jr.

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*Visual Poetry-

I've been toying (for awhile) with the idea that my writing art (poetry) and my visual art (photography) can live in mutual worlds on my blog.

When I first started blogging over two years ago, I had every intention of keeping this space open for my poetry alone. Then after submitting a few of my pictures to a challenge I found a deep love and desire for the art of photography and I began to post less and less of my poetry.

Which I regret.

That is why I've come to the decision to express my creativity in both forms on Wednesday.

This is something that is very near to my heart.

I hope you like it.

Scavenger Hunt Sunday {Instagram edition}

2012-01-15T07:30:00.002-06:00

So it's been awhile since I've participated in a picture scavenger hunt. And I must confess I have missed it. I took it easy on myself this week and hunted out pictures with my iphone. Some I've shared on instagram and others I have not. Anyway...

Here are my interpretations for the subjects this week:

{Stacked up}

The diary of Anais Nin has been so thoroughly enjoyable. I would suggest it to anyone that loves words with a deep and abiding passion.

{Winter}

This shot was originally taken for the creative prompt: awake inspired by
Bigger Picture Captures - But I think that it completely shows the kind of winter we've been having so far. Mild! And I love it that way to be honest.

{Sweet}

My puppy and I cuddling... awww, sweet!!!

{Hole}

This was challenging. I decided to go with the hole that the branches made to give way for this awesome view of the sunrise.

{Frozen}

My mom's clothesline.

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This was so much fun per usual. I forgot the excitement of hunting a picture out creatively. For more creative interpretations go check out Ashley Sisk at Ramblings and Photos. You won't be sorry!

PS. I seem to be having problems with google friend connect and I've heard that there were troubles getting my feed, but I think that is fixed now. If you want to subscribe to this blog all you have to do is "follow" along and I'll be sure to follow along right back.

January: Ten on Ten {Ordinary Magic!}

2012-01-11T09:15:00.003-06:00

A new year.

A new set.

Ten on Ten {January} 2012...

{1} Smiling at the breakfast table. Ready for a new day.
{2} Waiting for the bus to come.
{3} Oh those lashes! ... Eating breakfast {round 2}
{4} Better than seeing my dusty old computer. {Which I was working on next to the lemons}
{5} Play Doh time!
{6} My lunch
{7} Waiting to get my stitches taken out.
{8} A building reflection on the way to my truck.
{9} Holy, batman! BATMAN.
{10} The birds flying in from the lake behind us.
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{11} Bonus... My angel, lit... guarding.

HAPPY TEN ON TEN, guys... Well on the 11th.

Remember: Don't forget to savor the small moments in life. They make life magical in an ordinary way. Don't we all NEED ordinary magic?!

For more... Visit the genuine REAL deal, Rebekah at A bit of Sunshine.

Create {Taking time to appreciate the moment}

2012-01-10T08:01:00.004-06:00

I'm taking a moment

to appreciate this moment.

To allow myself to slow down

and allow the light, nature, and the earth speak to me.

This moment, this time, and this life

are worth living.

My family whom supports me and lifts me up in prayer

are appreciated more than they will ever know.

My passion- My photography-My creativity- My art...

is inspired by people who create around me and people who support the community.

Inspirations that make me grow as an artist and a mother and a friend, too...

I'm taking this opportunity to let you know...

I'm ready to roll up my sleeves...

And create!

The Anniversary Date...

2012-01-09T11:30:00.004-06:00

I woke up Saturday morning, fairly early mind you, to these words: "We might have a problem with celebrating our wedding anniversary tonight."

My head turned slowly towards my husband of seven years and my eyes blinked. Once.

Then I shook the sleep from my brain and asked him to repeat.

"The Lions playoff game is tonight."

Which I knew, of course, but at 6 something in the morning the Lions were not on my my mind.

I mumbled something under my breath and turned my head back around to fall back asleep.

ring... ring... ring..

Nick mumbles (a lot less awake than when he mentioned the lions mind you.) "Are you getting up with the boys?"

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"So here is the game plan, babies...

(authors note: Go figure that his terminology for for our date night is "game plan" ... just sayin.)

We have dinner at around 5ish, maybe catch a movie, and then we're home in time for kick off"

I give him a sideways glance and thought to myself about how unromantic that all sounded.

But but I get out my computer to look at movie selections...

Adventures of Tin Tin {cartoon... Don't I watch enough of those?}
Mission Impossible {I'm not one of those girls that squealed for Tom Cruise back in da day}
The Darkest Hour {Doom and gloom. DO I want doom and gloom for our anniversary?}
The Devil Inside {Horror... again anniversary material? well I guess if you wake up to a sports related discussion.}
War Horse {That is one way to miss the game. The movie is 2 and a half hours LONG}
We bought a zoo {I live in a zoo why would I want to watch a movie about one?}
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo {I keep on meaning to read this book...}
Alvin and the Chipmunks {Ahem...}
Sherlock Homes, A game of shadows {I didn't even really like the first one too much}
New Years Eve {oh ding ding ding... But as soon as I mention this one I get "the look"}
The Sitter {Reminds me of Uncle Buck except John Candy was wayyyyyyyy cooler!}
Arthur Christmas {Christmas is over}
The Muppets {I've seen it}
The Tower Heist {The only time available was 8:50pm.}

So you see, with rational explanations of course, there were no movies worth seeing on a "date night"

I chose to just do dinner and then go home by 8pm (party animals we are, I tell ya) and watch the playoff game in our PJs.

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"What do you want for dinner"
"Steak, I think"
"ok, well since you are planning this thing where do you want to go?"
"I'm not planning anything. You are the one with a "game plan" ... Okay maybe I didn't say this...
"The Outback, do you want me to call for reservations"
"Sure"
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We didn't end up going to the outback. Instead we went to a lesser known steak house with horrible service. (Heads up to all those who read my facebook status and know which steak house I'm talking about)

When the service ended up horribly we decided to get our dessert at Olive Garden (Where Nick had suggested upon learning that the Outbacks wait was over an hour long and where we should have gone in the first place.)

We shared tiramisu.

Just like we did almost 12 years ago on our very first date.

It was perfect even though we aren't perfect in any way, but perfect for each other anyway.

And the date night ended up perfect, too.

Not the kind of perfect you have high expectations of, but the kind of perfect that one can only dream of. A loving marriage, a happy family, health, and God on our side.

Really, could I ask for more?

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We went home, got into our PJs and watched the game.

It was perfect, too. Because it was just us two watching something we both love.

The Lions lost to the Saints after putting up a valiant fight the first half around. There is always next year, right? And I guess I won't even mind if I watch the playoffs on a anniversary date night again... only as long as I get to share that anniversary with him.

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Happy Anniversary, Nick! ... I love you!

Not-so-black-and-white {I'm fully awake and it feels good}

2012-01-05T07:17:00.003-06:00

There are moments when the light is so bright I feel weak to it's radiance. I try to soak it in, but often I find myself lifting my right hand over my eyes to shield myself.

More often than not I'm shielding myself from every day moments, too.

I've been spiraling, in a ironically controlled fashion, down in to depression.

This funk is tiresome.

Right before the anesthesiologist injected me I cried. Not even really in my right mind I am sure, and I answered a question, that I have forgotten now, asked by my orthopedic doctor.

I didn't think I was going to wake up.

The anesthesia made me groggy, and it was hard to shake the sleepy feeling, but I did wake up only to go back to sleep. It was welcome. I turned off my mind and even my heart, and I slept.

It felt good.

When I woke again I was home. I don't even remember the ride home or the prescription pills that my husband had lined up for me.

My friend had told me that one of the wonderful effects of anesthesia is that you lose your appetite.

Which is only half true. I did indeed lose my appetite for food, but not for love.

I woke up. No longer did I feel so very tired, so depressed, so enriched with self pity.

On New Year's Eve, we stayed in.

My husband had pushed me and nursed me back to health. My son, who was sick, was taken care of solely by Nick.

It made me fall in love with my husband all over again.

He spent his Christmas vacation loving us fully and truly in sickness and in health.

Unconditional true love.

And in our pajamas we all ate pizza, played board games, watched movies, snuggled, and laughed with full hearts.

When I went to bed that night, after kissing my husband whom I adore, I knew that I was going to bed in a new year.

Things are the same.

But so different.

If you look at my every day life, nothing has changed.

It seems so black and white.

I wake with pain.
I push towards the shower door.
I move into the kitchen to start breakfast.
I love and honor my family, my husband and my God.

The difference is there is lightness in my heart.

My knee may be the size of a softball, and you can barely make out my knee cap, yet I'm getting around slowly without crutches these days.

Without depression.

Without pity.

And without a shield to the light.

January Photoaday {Instagram challenge}

2012-01-03T15:39:00.003-06:00

So I'm obsessed with instagram right now. Maybe it is because I can't get down low or in odd positions to take a picture with my nikon. Being a gimp has it's limitations right now for this photog lover. Anyway, so right now instagram is my passion. That is until I can take the kind of pictures I want to take with my Nikon.

Anyway...

So I've joined in the little bandwagon challenge for January. I'm currently on day 3 as is most of the participants. There are so many inspiring pictures already. I'm in love!

Here are my three pictures so far:

January 1st- me. wet hair. a little apprehensive.

January 2nd: typical breakfast. must be realz. But usually coffee instead of tea.

January 3rd: Something I adore. My heads and heart are always in the clouds dreaming. My feet are firmly on the ground, but heart shaped clouds get me every. single. time.

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So do you instagram? My follow button is on the side there. It is tiny so look hard.

If you are doin this too I would love to follow along.

Let me know!

Destiny {Bigger Picture Moment}

2012-01-03T15:21:00.006-06:00

She lays her sweet muzzle on my good leg. It is a sign of love, but also a sign that she needs my comfort as much as I need hers.

Her fur is snow white with large black cow-like Holstein spots here and there. Little black spots are scattered in between.

I stare at her breathing so soft and I begin wondering. Is there another canine alive with her spots or is she the only one, like a finger print? I love that she has a big dot on the top of her head. It is a bulls-eye for my finger tips to land.

Her sighs are warm, steady. Occasionally she sighs in contentment. It makes me want to sigh audibly as well.

She is not a year old yet, but she is well behaved. Amazingly well actually since I haven't been able to get around like I would have wished. I was worried that this sweet pup, that is so happy to be quiet with me, would take advantage of my disadvantages.

She has not.

She was potty trained within two weeks and picked up on our sleeping schedule pretty darn fast, too. The boys adore her. With the right training she learned what was acceptable "playing" behavior as well. She doesn't get out for walks too often for obvious reasons but she plays a mean game of catch with her favorite toy.

Before Nick and I decided on adopting Luna we were seriously considering a pure bred puppy. He wanted a husky. I wanted a basset. We went back and forth considering all of our options and all of the responsibilities of owning a puppy.

One evening I was browsing petfinder on a whim. And there she was...

It was kismet.

We couldn't be happier with our choice...

And I've had this post written for a week now. I've haven't hit the publish button. It seems corny to have a post completely dedicated to your dog, but much like any pet, she is much more than just another animal. I don't know if there is a destiny for dogs or if God has a plan for animals, too. But I do know that Luna is part of our family. I just love her to pieces.

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Each of us at Bigger Picture Blogs encourage each other to nurture creativity within our community and within ourselves. There are small, simple, sweet moments of life that we should all savor.

Every Thursday we we harvest that intentional living by capturing a glimpse of the bigger picture through a simple moment.

Consider please, sharing your moment. A picture, a poem, a letter, a story, or any other treasure you want to impart. Link up at Lenae's today.

Purpose driven word: Open {#oneword365}

2012-01-02T12:54:00.003-06:00

I want to be open and all that the word encompasses.

Open.

Vulnerable.

Transparent.

Exposed.

Joy.

Begin.

Ideas.

I want to be as open as the vast lakes, land, forests, and skies. Open like the wings of a bird flying to it's next destination. Spreading my wings, soaring to new heights.

I want to be open like a new book. Fresh. Pungent with the smell of ink, ideas and words.

I want to be open like eyes to light.

I want to be open like a exposed heart on the sleeve on someone who loves with their whole heart.

I want possibilities.

I want future.

In the past I've been close minded. I'm not willing to embrace true change or accept what others believe is right as something that I could ever challenge myself. I've stayed in a bubble of mediocrity. I've lived in a half full jar of denial. It is time to stop.

To really live I must step outside my comfort zone.

So this year. This year I will focus on this one purpose driven resolution. One goal that I can attain with a clear conscience.

I will be OPEN.

OPEN to all that this world has to give.
OPEN to all that GOD has to give.
OPEN to all my soul will allow me to receive.

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Do you have a purpose driven word? I'd love for you to share it!

May 2012 open your soul to new experiences, ideas, love, and light!

Sharing this here and here. Join us!

For every season there is a reason {Happy New Year!}

2011-12-31T08:57:00.006-06:00

Love it, Lose it... 2011

Love it...

I joined Bigger Picture Blogs!
We sold our condo and moved on down the road.
Our "babies" turned 4 & 6
Anthony moved from a speech therapy intensive school system to Kindergarten!
Dominic started preschool
Nick earned a promotion from work
We lived fully every single moment of the summer (the months that we LOVE the most)
Anthony and Dominic were both super ninjas for Halloween
We entertained the Benning Bunch in our home
July 4th the entire family was able to be together for the first time in 3 years
It was announced that said baby will be a boy! (Welcome to the club, sistah.)
Luna became part of our family
I decided which school I will be attending, and will be starting in the spring of 2012

Lose it...

Leiomyosarcoma
Knee pain
downward spiral depressions

All in all I'm just hitting the HIGH and very LOW points. We have been blessed and 2011 was a wonderful year.

2012 will kick 2011's butt. I just know it!

HAPPY NEW YEAR, my friends!!!

Cleaning, purging, and making room {repentence and MY bigger picture}

2011-12-29T08:10:00.004-06:00

You have one more day to live; What would you do with your time? Go...

What would I do? Well, I used to think that was an easy answer. It does seem like an unloaded question. The last day of life should be a celebration. Time should be spent with loved ones, doing for one another, communing with each other, and acting selfless. The last hours of life should be spent loving with a whole healed heart. Maybe there would be a moment or two of reflection on good times, but for the most part it would be spent completely in the present. The final gift of today, given to others. A final gift of time with the priceless tag of forgiveness delivered at the last hour.

My surgery went well.

Better than I anticipated, because somewhere in my twisted sense of future I had already passed away. I don't know if that makes me deluded. Or if it makes me a glass half empty girl. Or if it makes me a pessimist, but I was quite certain that I would be knocking on heaven's door.

Or maybe not knocking on heaven's door.

I was once told that I was in the devil's pocket. This was when I was still a young child, maybe I was 7 years old. It was my third time in confession and I was unsure what sin I committed that I needed to repent, so the priest, that had retired but was actively helping within the church community, helped me with my list by asking questions about various sinful acts that I had participated in. Of course, being so young I really didn't have a clue to what a sin really was. I said no to this and yes to that, but when it was all said and done what I was going to hell for was missing service the previous Sunday. Surely I was going to hell as the old priest told me. Surely I was indeed in the Devil's pocket, even though I had no license to drive. No way to get to church when my parents decided that we could not go. And surely my sin was so great that God would not accept me in His house to dwell forever.

I was devastated.

I was wrong.

The act of confession is an act that I have kept between God and I for some time now. Reconciliation with a priest ended that day.

My parents convinced me that I was not really in the devil's pocket, and that if I lived with a clean heart and performed charitable acts I would be more than welcome in His house forever.

And never have I wanted to confess my sins as much as I did the day before my surgery. I'm no longer that child, and I have sinned many times over. In thoughts and in deed. And going to church on a regular basis has fallen to the wayside. This time around I might actually be in the devil's pocket. For awhile I considered becoming Lutheran but I could never wrap my mind or heart around the idea of grace or that Grace alone saves you.

What have I done in my life to deserve a forever with God? I have not moved mountains, I have not performed charitable acts of kindness. There is so much wasted time on this earth that I have "lived" but not shared.

Then, of course, there was this matter of parenthood. Whoa! Have I really given all I could give to my children?

The endless questions dragged on, and real repentance was something that I longed for.

So, on my last day, I cleaned, I purged, and I organized. I woke up and drank maybe half a cup of coffee and begun my work. And there was so much to do because it was the day after Christmas. I worked my way through lunch and pushed myself to eat with no hunger. Nick made jokes about my "last meal" which, by the way was not steak. It was my favorite pizza, picked up by Nick and consumed with choking tears by me.

I think that I may have lost my mind for awhile.

But the cleaning did something for me. It took my mind off the surgery. It took my mind of the ridiculousness in my heart, and the blackness of doubt that consumed my heart.

This is me- just being me. This is my whole heart speaking it's truth, it's doubt, it's sorrow.

I want to be a better person.

That night before my surgery I went to the one place that I knew would offer me comfort.

My bible. I closed my eyes and picked a page.

Psalm 138

¹ I will praise you, LORD, with all my heart;
before the “gods” I will sing your praise.
² I will bow down toward your holy temple
and will praise your name
for your unfailing love and your faithfulness,
for you have so exalted your solemn decree
that it surpasses your fame.
³ When I called, you answered me;
you greatly emboldened me.

⁴ May all the kings of the earth praise you, LORD,
when they hear what you have decreed.
⁵ May they sing of the ways of the LORD,
for the glory of the LORD is great.

⁶ Though the LORD is exalted, he looks kindly on the lowly;
though lofty, he sees them from afar.
⁷ Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
you preserve my life.
You stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes;
with your right hand you save me.
⁸ The LORD will vindicate me;
your love, LORD, endures forever—
do not abandon the works of your hands.

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What did I do with my time?

I cleaned, I purged, and I made room. Literally and figuratively. I made room in my heart for change as well as the change that God has planned for me. By the end of the day I was ready for surgery. By the end of the day I was ready for recovery time and ready for the future. My faith in God is strong. My faith that my life is in His hands is great. And in my repentance, I know that there is always time to change the path I'm on.

And I'm sharing this with you because I can share here. I can be myself here.

It's a bigger picture that I cherish.

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Join us every Thursday as we share the harvest of intentional living by capturing a glimpse of the Bigger Picture through a Simple Moment. Today please join the lovely and talented Hyacynth of Undercover Mother and share your simple moment that made your bigger picture this week.

My wish for YOU {Have a Merry Christmas!}

2011-12-22T07:21:00.003-06:00

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

May you and yours have all the peace, love, and warmth in this world. May God bless you, keep you, and hold you in His light. This is my wish for YOU.

Merry Christmas!

Enjoy the beauty of this magical season today, tomorrow, and into next year.

Alita

Proclaiming love in hymns of praise

2011-12-19T12:19:00.003-06:00

Gloria in excelsis Dio.

Glory to God in the highest!

Oh how my soul sings up to the highest heights when I hear this. The notes of each movement remind me of days long ago when I sang Vilvaldi along with a choir.

Floating.

Reaching.

Moving.

Gliding.

Smoothly soaring higher than any cloud in the sky.

And in this time of preparation I'm filled with joy.

JOY!

GLORY!

These feelings that engulf me until they break free and leave me whole; mending my heart and it's brokenness. Suddenly I'm light, suddenly I feel the need to love with my entire being.

Voices raised in praise, singing of His innocence and His birth, moves me more than any other song in the world.

These words, these notes, these harmonies wash me clean in their meaning.

Often I hear the annoyance of people whom despise Christmas Carols.

I am not that person.

I am the person who is made light with the raw emotion. I openly weep during the movements that make me feel deeper than any spoken word uttered.

I am the person who begins listening to Christmas music in November.

I am the person unafraid to tell you that this music is a part of me.

And for you, I hope that you sing these songs and lift your spirits high.

REJOICE!

It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praise to your name, Most High, To proclaim your love in the morning, your faithfulness in the night, WIth the ten stringed harp, With melody upon lyre. For you make me jubilant, Lord, by your deeds; at the works of your hands I shout for joy.

Psalm 92: 2-5

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What are you favorite hymns of praise?
What songs make your heart delight in the magic of Christmas?

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*First song of playlist is the Gloria.

Plumes of smoke and magical moments {Our trip to see Santa}

2011-12-18T06:25:00.003-06:00

It has been awhile since I've felt the urge to blog, and I'm a firm believer in only blogging when you feel the pull.

But I feel the pull.

We went to see Santa Claus yesterday at Crossroads Village. This making our 3rd year and well worth the money and pain from walking around too much on a bum knee.

Why was it worth it?

The magic in the air as the snow softly, gently, and lovingly fell down to the cold earth and caressed it with a kiss. Little light kisses of snow on our eyelashes and tongues.

Excited smiles that were full of bright anticipation of Santa. The kind of excited you get on Christmas morning, too. The big eyed wonder of the season.

Thousands of twinkling lights in every color imaginable. Displays letting us know the "reason for the season"

The glow of candle light in window sills that aged back to the early 1800's.

Massive plumes of smoke billowed from the Huckleberry railroad. The railroad got it's name because it traveled so slow that passengers were able to pick the huckleberries that grew wild alongside the track.

A majestic 40 minute ride through wild woods and meadows and lake shore.

Good, old fashioned, family time spent with my Mainiacs.

It was worth every cent to walk around with the scent of kettle corn burning in the fragrant wind. A mixture of woodsmoke and butter that delighted my senses, made me feel home.

It was well worth the long wait in line, in the cold, to see dear old Santa Claus. Worth the smiles, worth the pure joy, and worth the candy canes that they received after asking for their hearts desires.

It was the perfect evening. Memories that will last a life time have been imprinted on my heart. And as I said, I don't believe in blogging unless I feel a pull.

This most certainly was a pull.

Everything in moderation {'Twas the Write Before Christmas}

2011-12-13T07:37:00.006-06:00

The mornings were heavy with the scent of cinnamon as I crept up to the heat register in the early morning light. I always delighted in making the hot air blow into my night gown like a hot air balloon and pretended to fly with the moon as my companion. My parents were frugal so even with the heat on, the mornings were still cold. Sitting on the furnace was the next best thing to be curled up on the couch with a soft sewn quilt or a home made afghan. Both of which I preferred to the big weight of comforters.

My mom was (is) crafty. There were fashionable straw hats hung with poinsettias, pine cones, and ribbon on our wall-papered walls. There was tinsel here, warm light there, and there was peace. On the small table that sat next to the door was our nativity. It was made of craftwood and on the roof there was straw; on the peak of the roof a plastic white angel presided over the scene, and in the nativity there was a single red bulb that illuminated the baby Jesus which was hand painted with love. My great grandfather built it when my grandmother was young. We proudly displayed it each and every year.

The walls were also adorned with yarn crafts that my mother carefully stitched. And hand painted porcelain plates. Little statues of Santa and Jesus were put in just the right place, while shiny tinsel hung from the ledges of our finished basement. The decorations were set up with the utmost respect and love from each of us, and the stockings were always hung right next to the tree.

Our tree was the most grand of all. The real branches of pine made the air full of magic, and the light that bounced off of the bright lights always made the room feel so cozy. The tree was full of vintage hand painted ornaments, glass ornaments, tinsel, garland, and multicolored lights. On top of the tree rested a shiny, lighted star. And under the Christmas tree sat dozens of presents that my mom carefully picked out and wrapped to perfection. Ornate bows, ribbon curls, and hand written tags delighted my eyes. Packages of every size and shape were strewn across the floor. We were not rich by any means, but mom and dad always did their best to provide us with a fun Christmas morning.

On any given Christmas eve we spent our time at St. Pius X Catholic church where my brother and I would almost always be in the pageant. After church we would all gather in the van and drive around looking at Christmas lights. It was delightful for most everyone except me. Just like my youngest son today, I had motion sickness and was prone to feel green after a short while in the car. However one breath of the cold night air usually helped me with that feeling. When I was old enough to have Dramamine I enjoyed the holiday pageantry with just as much love as my family did.

When we went back home we would all watch a holiday movie, and then my parents and grandparents would put my brother and I to bed. Of course we barely could sleep a wink, and it didn't help when in the distance we could hear the slight ring ring ring of Christmas bells. My mom and dad would sit at our round kitchen table with my mom's parents and play cards late into the night.

While drifting to sleep there would be laughter, and soft soothing sounds of Christmas carols. The mood was set. The stockings were hung. The house was lit. And cinnamon lingered in the air.

And I know now that Christmas is not just about presents and ornaments. But without these memories, it just wouldn't have been as special. I believe in God. I believe in the story of Jesus. I believe in all the things that make Christmas one of the most wonderful times of year, but I also believe in childhood and innocence. I believe that decking the halls isn't necessarily a bad thing and that celebrating Jesus's birthday is important in just the same way as you would celebrate your own.

Everything in moderation.

And it is ok to feel this way. There should be no guilt in what you do with love and for love on Christmas day. It may not be your birthday, but it is important to spend the time making memories for the little loves of your life. Just as long as they understand that Christmas is about many things, and the most important meaning of Christmas is God's love.
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Day 4, 'Twas the Write Before Christmas

Let today be the day you stop and create something! Share your story — give your gifts — in the form of ANYTHING! Do you associate a certain memory with today’s prompt? Are you moved to write a poem or story? Does the prompt encourage you to draw or paint? Are you itching to bake something or photograph something or craft something? Let the prompt lead you where it will.

Ten on Ten {December}

2011-12-11T13:48:00.003-06:00

December {Ten on Ten}

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Half taken with my Nikon (which needs some repair) and half taken with my iphone.

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Hallelujah. {'Twas the write before Christmas}

2011-12-08T08:27:00.004-06:00

Humanity.

fragile
brittle
jagged
tender
sinful
mistakes
judgment
alone
fallen
broken
secrets
hungry
faith
strength
rhythms
lessons
sympathy
compassion
evolution
SACRIFICE
advocates
JOY
vulnerable
PEACE
altruism
LIFE
The Trinity

the brightest star that lights the world

searching
undeserving
cleansed by blood
and by sacrifice
His sacrifice
His Passion
is
Our Passion
Oh! the feeling
sings my soul..
all consuming
Glory
Passion

LOVE.

Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.

He was born.

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DAY 3
prompt: Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen

Let today be the day you stop and create something! Share your story — give your gifts — in the form of ANYTHING! Do you associate a certain memory with today’s prompt? Are you moved to write a poem or story? Does the prompt encourage you to draw or paint? Are you itching to bake something or photograph something or craft something? Let the prompt lead you where it will.

A lesson in mornings grace {Day 2 'Twas the write before Christmas}

2011-12-06T08:49:00.006-06:00

Morning...

Slate Gray skies adorned the morning and in the distance, a pale pink hue of suppressed sunrise encroached on my sense of solemness. There were invisible chilled fingers that skimmed over raised flesh of my exposed skin. And whipping gales of wind making the earth squall in protest.

There was-

No traffic.
No conversation.
No sentiment.
No hustle or bustle of season's wonder.

And most certainly-
No sound, except the earth and the creatures upon which we share our existence.

I raised my eyes to the sky to see birds in flight, fancy through the drafty horizon, and circling around perches. Flitting, sometimes floating to rest upon naked branches that moved in the rich air. Air that seemed keener, sharper, and robust with coldness. Air that smelled slightly of pine, woodsmoke, and bitterness that I felt in the most numbing way.

I saw birds. Dozens of birds. Perhaps I've never seen them before, but I saw them that morning.

There were tundra swans with black beaks, shore birds, pesky seagulls, sandhill cranes, the majestic songbird norther shrike, eye catching cardinals, scavenging crows, mourning doves who coo (possibly my favorite sound), woodpeckers, oldsquaws, blue jays, starlings, finches, and dozens of other variations of winter birds.

They illuminated the sky in black silhouettes and filled me with promise.

With wonder.

With words of Thoreau echoing in my heart. "To be awake is to be alive."

This morning, as I painfully moved from the comfort of my household to stand holding my son's hand waiting for the bus I listened to the winter wind and took away a lesson from feathered creatures.

‘Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel’ bears no weight with me.

Not anymore.

Not in nature.

Not in my soul.

Not in silence.

Not when I feel like a breaking wave upon a tired shore.

I am alive-

To be awake is to be alive!

I am alive.

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DAY 2
prompt: ‘Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel’

Let today be the day you stop and create something! Share your story — give your gifts — in the form of ANYTHING! Do you associate a certain memory with today’s prompt? Are you moved to write a poem or story? Does the prompt encourage you to draw or paint? Are you itching to bake something or photograph something or craft something? Let the prompt lead you where it will.

Have a cup of whatever with me {virtual coffee}

2011-12-05T15:27:00.006-06:00

Are you ready for some coffee?

I'll take mine in a big I NY cup.

If we were to have coffee today I would tell you that this past weekend we put up our Christmas tree. You will see real trees in this picture above, but it would be misleading. I would ask you if you have trimmed your Christmas tree. Or if you were not of my faith (One God, many paths... in my personal opinion. Even if I choose Jesus as my personal savior.) I would ask you about your traditions. I do know a little about the Jewish faith, and that Hanukkah begins on December 20th this year. I know the basic story of Hanukkah and a little of the traditions however I've never made it a point to know more than what I was taught in catechism, which is sad. However if you want a basic story of Hanukkah, I would point you in this direction.

At this point I would already be pouring a cup more to warm up our mugs and hands. It is a tad (understatement) cold around here. How about you? Of course I still haven't figured out my fireplace, or for that matter tried. Maybe next weekend? As a fireplace owning virgin what tips would you give to me? I would appreciate your fine knowledge of fire place fires. Knowing me there would be a bonfire and I would be all like beavis "uhhhh cool, fire! Fire! FIRE!"

Did I just age myself?
Eh, I guess I don't care...
heh.

My old bones would crack as I lifted the delicious muffin (that you whole heartily accepted) to my lips. Between little crumbs falling obnoxiously out of my mouth, I would garble out "oooooh let me show you my vintage Christmas ornaments. They are my pride and joy, handed down to me from my great great grandma." Great great grandma? Maybe I'm exaggerating. I think it may have been from my Great Grandma Brock on my mama's side. The German side. The same side that installed my love of sauerkraut & hot dogs as a meal. And dang, now I need sauerkraut and kogels for lunch today. (Why are kogels highlighted? Well if you visited Flint, I would treat you to one, and you may never want another kind of hot dog again. Hey- Mel... this goes out to you, Michigan does serve the curve and even though you may dislike all things mittenish you would loooooove this. And now, now you may disregard my grammar. ahem. rambling...)

Christmas decorating was a blast... even if we did it in our pajamas... and even though the boys have a cold... again... ahem.

I would whip out my new iphone (thanks honey!) and show you this picture of Dom. He was so in awe of the tree.

Ooooooooh if we were having coffee I would so get up from the table to show you this book

Advent Storybook- 24 stories to share before Christmas by Antonie Schneider

The blurb:

"The little bear, led by a glittering star, meets many others on his travels across hot deserts, snowy mountains, and through dark, lonely nights. His adventures, filled with acts of heroism and kindness and many small miracles, show him the path to the Christ Child. And by journey's end Benjamin Bear—and all youngsters who share the stories and their simple morals along with him—will understand and celebrate the true spirit of Christmas."

The boys and I have been reading it each night. They always have tons of questions at the end of the story and I get to highlight the moral of the story. They are not long, and are to the point, but fill the children with a sense of wonder. I would suggest the book to any family that celebrates the advent season.

For those who don't celebrate advent here is a good explanation... here.
And yes, it is a Catholic explanation, but really Christianity is all the same.
Actually for that matter, we as a nation are all the same, and should love one another without condition. Religion or no religion. We are each others keepers.

But in this house we celebrate advent.

Here is our wreath. Isn't it beautiful? Last Sunday marked the 2nd Sunday in advent. We lit our two purple candles and said prayers. Next Sunday we will be lighting the pink candle.

Other traditions that we have already embarked on...

Oh holy mess, the night was just beginning...

But you see that SMILE... yeah, it was worth it.

Well until...

I learned a lesson last night. In that lesson, I figured out that doing crafts right before bed can lead to tantrums and tired boys. Let's leave it there. The actual decoration decorating was fine it was when they wanted to take advantage of art time that things got... sassy, whiny, and almost ruined our good time. But all was forgiven (after they sobbed apologetically after being sent to time out) and I sniffed away my hurt feelings. They are 4 and 6 after all. Next time we shall do our craft in the afternoon.

And this little story, was real. Very real. I'm not perfect. I'm wrapped in sin.

Which is yet another reason that I cherish this season. Thank God! Thank God for all He has given me (and you) and I just have to mention how thankful I am.

Also...

I'm thankful for my Bigger Picture Blog Sisters!!!

And

'Twas the write before Christmas
{a creative respite for the soul during this busy season}
Today's prompt is: ‘Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel’

If you want to read my interpertation please come back later this afternoon. And if you want to add yours... click here.

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But for more VIRTUAL COFFEE...

click here.

Thanks for hosting yet again Amy!

Let it Snow {'Twas the write before Christmas day one}

2011-12-05T07:25:00.004-06:00

DAY ONE Prompt: SNOW!

"We know you’re busy. We know the holidays might feel crammed full of things to be done. We know — because that’s how our lives are, too. And if you’re anything like us, you might be wishing for a small respite, right about now.

Something that’s just for you.

Let today be the day you stop and create something! Share your story — give your gifts — in the form of ANYTHING!"

PROMPT: SNOW

'Twas the Write Before Christmas with BIGGER PICTURE BLOGS

Calm fronts and crashing waves {Bigger Picture}

2011-12-01T16:50:00.004-06:00

Friendships that are a calm front for me when I feel like a crashing wave.

This is my BIGGER PICTURE this week.

You know who you are. Thank you.

Hey you... want some {virtual coffee}

2011-11-29T09:37:00.003-06:00

Ready for some coffee? And chat?

I am.

If we were having coffee today I would...

Invite you in out of the rain.

I would take your coat, and hang it in the closet that has been finally organized.

I would also take your umbrella, shake it off, and let it dry in the garage.

Luna would probably want to jump on you.

Watch out for her wet paws.

You would then remark at how cute Luna is when she is damp from her recent bath.

I would pour you a cup of whatever warm beverage you would choose. I have a variety since I can never make up my mind. We would sit at the table since the dog is running about and loves to make us spill coffee on the new couch any time she can.

We would talk about thanksgiving. The disappointing (but expected) loss to the Green Bay packers. And Suh? yes Suh. The big rude elephant in the room... yes we would discuss how he deserves a 2 game suspension at least and his team mates need to get him to walk the line before he wrecks our rep and destroys his very talented (albeit hot-headed) career. Did I say hot-headed, er I mean passionate. He's passionate about the game. Er, um, ahem... Have I also mentioned that I am not a fair weather fan. Lions fans are used to this kind of disappointment. Moving on... How about them Bears? Do you think they will do well in the wild card race? Or do you think we'll blow 'em out of the game? I'm going with the latter. Now on to Green Bay- my son's team. Notice in this picture (I just had to show you) he is wearing green & yellow? Well... at least one of our teams won on Thursday. Too bad it was his. Go pack (cough cough) and how can you hate on the Packers? They are a solid team. Le sigh... Moving on... again...

How was your thanksgiving?

Ours was lovely, quiet, and at home.

In the collage you will notice that there was 3 different set tables.

1. that the kiddos set with paper plates and markers for utensils.
2. that I made without any food on the table.
3. LOADS of food = a cluttered table.
But who cares?
We didn't.

Do you like having appearances or do you gussy your table up with food?

Black Friday... Did you go shopping?

I did not.

I slept in.

End of story.

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We did put up Christmas lights though. It was 60°F and sunny outside!

Today: 38°F and RAINY with 6 inches of snow expected.

Meh.

That is my "I'm unhappy about snow" face.

Just sayin...

Movin on.

Again...

Yesterday was my hubby's 32nd birthday.

I would tell you that I made a german chocolate cake from scratch, and we had burgers on the grill for dinner. It was delicious.

We bought Nick a couple things, one of them a cd for his new long trip to his new position in Chrysler.

And the song that is on repeat...

Red Solo Cup.

Have you heard that song? Hilarious. Of course my kiddos think a party is balloons, face painting, clowns, and presents so when they sing about red solo cup they are thinking it's fruit punch. I feel bad about the choice of song selection, but then I grew up on Johnny Cash and steppenwolf. Really... Really... I think that a little Toby Keith will not traumatize my boys.

I hope.

We also got Nick a card that when opened it says "Your old. Really Really old." The kiddos cracked up. They thought it was just hilarious.

(And so did I...)

Anyway I would talk your ear off because I have felt quite lonely lately. I would tell you that I've had a bout of not-quite-depression and I am currently trying to shake that off. I asked a couple friends what they do to get rid of that pesky cranky blue chip off their shoulder and I got a range of advice, but my favorite is to "create" and I am so excited for Bigger Picture Blogs

'Twas the write before Christmas.

I need need need something to get out of this funk.

I'm so ready for this exercise of creativity.

Want to join us? I would love to see what you come up with, too.

Anyway...

So we would have to finally say our goodbyes and you would probably rush to the over crowded grocery store to stock up on extras before we get the S-word.

And I would probably bake a pie.

Because that is how I roll.

literally.

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Till next time

Check out the lovely, talented, and awesome amy at Lucky Number13.

The fall finale of color {Shades of Autumn Challenge}

2011-11-28T13:20:00.005-06:00

Autumn is coming to a triumphant end around these parts. The foliage has all fallen to the ground in magical wisps of every changing seasons and there is an unmistakably wintry smell in the air. The dramatic interplay of slate gray and barren trees, stretching towards the heavens make life just a little more simple.

It is a time for warm gatherings. It is a time for last hurrah's, afterglows, and big games.

It is the finale.

Mother nature is tucking in it's excitement, and we are getting ready for the silent shrouds of snowfall that are to come later this week.

We are savoring every crisp moment in the fall air. Relishing life in color, in excitement, and in joy! Pure multicolored joy!

And while I look back (and show) on my personal autumn 2011...

I look forward (and will show) a glimpse into my treasures of the winter 2011 as well.

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Thank you for celebrating autumn with me.

Moments wrapped in silence...

2011-11-26T08:56:00.003-06:00

I have so many words that have not been written. Emotions that have been held close to my heart under lock and key. Moments wrapped in silence like gifts under a Christmas tree. And a future that holds so much potential.

I have over slept, lived each moment in black in white. I'm not one to air my laundry or think negatively here on this blog. And so this blog has been neglected. A half told joke...

Except life isn't black and white. Jokes aren't always funny.

I'm not depressed. I'm not insanely happy either. Life is good, I am blessed, and I know it. However I feel a little off. I will stress again, not depressed... just a little off. I don't even know what problem to put my finger on.

My anxiety is minimal. I'm functional. Each day holds the same challenge.

But...

Something is up and I don't know quite what the exact problem is.

It could be the upcoming surgery and things directly related to that problem. It could be desperate prayers for different family members health. It could be the need for a closer relationship with God or maybe even the church. It could be a feeling of self worth.

What I do know... The problem is not marriage. It is not my children or their development, which is going well. It is not the love I have for my family or even my pets. It is not my friendships. I've had very dear and lovely friends express concern.

I just don't know where to start and I don't how to feel better. Maybe the holidays will help? Thanksgiving was lovely. I know I am incredibly blessed, and I know that I have wonderful friends and family. I'm thankful for my mental health, as I am not depressed, but I do feel off.

What do you do when you feel off?

White {The end- Shades of Autumn Challenge}

2011-11-19T10:49:00.002-06:00

I am a Midwesterner born and bred.

And even if I ever move out of the Midwest I will always have the down home roots to keep me strong. One of those roots is covered with snow. Yup, I loathe it, but snow is a part of my history. It's a part of me. As much as I would like to be in a state without it; I will always have sweet memories of it, too. One of them...

Fresh snow and shadows on an early evening before sun went down.

The snow is almost majestic in a way.

The white- so pristine!

My darling black and white spotted Siberian Husky/American Eskimo puppy looooooves the snow. I will credit it to her breeding.

Of course, Max could really care less about snow.

But spaces...

and places...

will always be in my heart.

Even in the late fall when snow first starts to fall...

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Bowling with our hearts & hands {I am thankful-bigger picture}

2011-11-16T19:03:00.004-06:00

I am a mom blogger. Not necessarily a mom blogger, but definitely a mom blogger.
Am I even making sense? Anyway, I shy away from posting about bowling trips or field trips. I hesitate about sharing anecdotes about family traditions or first annual anythings.

But sometimes- Just sometimes- I regret not sharing moments like the other kind of mom-blogging.

And this is so very different.

So bear with me, the content of this post is a sensitive subject around here.

A couple weeks ago we went bowling for the first. time. ever!

This is a big deal because our oldest son has anxiety over most things, and can be overwhelmed quite easily. We have been putting off bowling for quite some time actually.

But this bowling event wasn't just your ordinary bowling day out with the family and we
needed very much to be there.

Well you see, Nick's sister was diagnosed with Leiomyosarcoma, which is a very rare and aggressive form of soft cell cancer. She has had surgery to remove the cancer, and is now under going 6-7 weeks of radiation, followed by chemotherapy. She is a single mother to two of the loveliest nieces any auntie could ask for. Strong, intelligent young women with God on their side and steady heads on their well parented shoulders.

And this Bowling event was a benefit for them.

A benefit that is so deserving, especially since Nick's sister is one of the most hard working and determined women I know. When the tough gets going she rolls up her sleeves and gets to work. And when she found out that she was sick she quoted this scripture from the bible

Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.
2 Corinthians 5:1

So we drove on down to Detroit to be with family and we bowled our hearts out.

We bowled with our hands. We bowled with our hearts. We bowled with prayers
and more prayers for healing.

We bowled- for the first time ever- as a family.

As a family we pray that our sister knows how much He loves her. Also we want her to know how much we love her, too.

She is a blessing that I count before I go to bed at night.

And I'm thankful that God blessed me with her.

What are you thankful for?

During the entire month of November, Bigger Picture Blogs are counting our blessings. We are sharing them with you, yours, and within ourselves. Let this time of thanks giving count. Let your blessings and gratitude be known. Let your soul shine with love and appreciation for the things that you have and need in your life.

Won't you join us? Share a thought, a list, a picture, a poem, or a story that made you reflect in gratitude your blessings in life.

You can link up here today for the week. I'm looking forward to hearing or seeing your thoughts. For I am thankful for you, too!

Love it, Lose it... {Are you ready for some cheese with my whine?}

2011-11-16T07:37:00.005-06:00

Love it, Lose it...

{Love it}

This week I'm judging the
Edit Me Challenge

hosted by Branson & Kathryn. The challenge is all about taking a picture and making it your own with the editing program of your choice. It is also about learning each other. I supplied a shot to edit, and now you get to have fun!

Regis and Kelly (I'll admit that I sometimes still say Kathy Lee instead of kelly. Does that mean that LIVE is over once Regis retires on Friday?)
anecdotal stories that make me chuckle.
humorous repertoire (which is sorely missed while my hubby wishes he could become a bear and hibernate during the worst common cold of the century)
Mike Meyers. I love Mike Meyers. And no, not the Halloween movie character. Nope... not him.
Puppy cuddles.
Celebrating the season with Starbucks -trying the Caramel Brulée Latte today.
Willie Nelson strummin along on his guitar. Willie Nelson singing so honestly. Willie Nelson's rendition of You were always on my mind
Planning, prepping, and preparing sugar molasses cookies to send to my sweet sis in law in Tucson who is pregnant with their 3rd pookie. Sweet sobrino is due in March.
Planning, prepping, and drooling with anticipation Thanksgiving dinner hosted by... us!
Pinterest. Pinterest. Pinterest... I think my obsession needs therapy I believe.
Planning, prepping, and promotions. I'm so very proud of my husband!
Planning, prepping, and carrying out our first fire in our fireplace. (any tips?)
glow in the dark stars & solar system so my babies can sleep under the stars.
Forevermore by Katie Herzig. Seriously addictive song that the kiddos can listen to.
Probably better than letting them listen to Johnny Cash, but who cares I grew up with Cash and they will, too... Damn it.
barren trees, limbs extended, lifted, and praising hymns of solitude and silence until the spring brings them leaves again.
Kisses that cure.
postcards.
shoeboxes full of photographs.
Red rose hips and fir.
Sitting beneath mighty maple trees any time of year.
Family of handprint turkeys... Gonna do this!
BREAKING DAWN (yes I'm one of those people.) with my bff Nikki and her cous Elizabeth
Starlight by Muse.

{Lose it}

The toddler attitude of the losing Lions. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not a fair weather fan. And I do not want to "lose" the Lions, but I do want them to lose their spoiled losing ways. Dirty playing doesn't get you anywhere. Play with integrity. Also, on another football note- we play Green Bay on Thanksgiving. Green Bay is Anthony's team. So I REFUSE to let Thanksgiving day be ruined if we lose. Just sayin... now movin on.
The phrase "turkey day" don't know why I don't like it, but eh... let's get rid of it.
facebook jealousy. Seriously? Jealousy is a waste of time.
late night snacking. I know better, but cheese & crackers beckon me.
Shedding season (listen up Jibbers and Luna) has to end. TOO MUCH HAIR everywhere.
Colder mornings mean that I want to sleep in longer, too.
WAHHHHHHHHH...
Why don't I have a espresso machine yet?
flies found in sealed starkist tuna fish containers. yuck!
winter feet that need a pedicure in a big bad way.
the need for a constant supply of tissue.
my last contact ripping.
wearing my big black chunky nerdy glasses everywhere... bleeeeech!
THE COMMON COLD... GO AWAY!!!
cold feet.
Cold ANYTHING...

Your turn.
In your comment tell me what you LOVE and what you could LOSE.

Ten on Ten {November}

2011-11-10T19:05:00.004-06:00

For More...

Ten on Ten.

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a couple bonus ones.

Even though we are all still fighting a nasty cold from a week ago we had a blessed day.

Who could ask for more?

My first {I am thankful-bigger picture}

2011-11-10T07:14:00.004-06:00

His smile lights up my world.

His talent shines, his creativity is continually outside of the box, and his heart is pure gold.

I am thankful for my first born son.

I am thankful for God's gift, our son.

I am thankful for what he teaches me.

I am grateful for what I get to teach him.

He is a leader, a follower, a perfectionist, and a cuddle bug.

He is sweet. He is loving. He gets frustrated and he is sensitive.

He loves with his whole heart. When he gives a true smile it reaches his eyes...

and makes them glow blue fire.

I am thankful that he has light that shines, and that he continues to shine.

I am grateful for his bad days, our good days, and every day in between.

He was a "surprise" child, and what has surprised me the most is that he has made me a better person with every breath he takes.

I don't live for my sons. I am my own person.

But I know when to be grateful for the gifts in my life and when to praise God for my blessings.

and

He was my first.

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What are you thankful for?

During the entire month of November, Bigger Picture Blogs are counting our blessings. We are sharing them with you, yours, and within ourselves. Let this time of thanks giving count. Let your blessings and gratitude be known. Let your soul shine with love and appreciation for the things that you have and need in your life.

Won't you join us? Share a thought, a list, a picture, a poem, or a story that made you reflect in gratitude your blessings in life.

You can link up today at Sarah's for the week. I'm looking forward to hearing or seeing your thoughts. For I am thankful for you, too!

Majestic Purple {Shades of Autumn}

2011-11-04T09:31:00.005-05:00

From fresh from the laundry wash clothes that stand waiting for my morning use...

To the splendor that is the autumn sunrise...

In fall-time I find majestic purple from sun up...

To Sun down...

And in the passion tea I drink at the end of a crisp day.

for more...

Autumnal Water {I am thankful-Bigger Picture}

2011-11-03T08:32:00.005-05:00

I live in the fastest growing city in the state of Michigan. Yet it is so very small-town-esque
(yes I made that word up, I think.) It is also one that is surrounded by lakes. You look around- there is a lake. You turn your head boom another lake. Oh what is that? Is that another lake? Our biggest state park in the city boasts 230 acres of water. The land surrounding it includes rolling forests, farmland, and hills. In total, our city has 11 lakes... I will repeat that... 11 lakes.

And for a girl with an infinity for water this is a very good thing. Nothing soothes my senses more than a quick drive into town. The ripples of water under the rising sun, the swans, the loons, the fishermen waiting patiently for their big catch. It is such an idyllic scene.

In springtime the beginnings of life begin to evolve. Sweet ducklings following their mothers as they make their way across the water. Turtles cross the bend in the road and loons sweep in and scoop little minnows out of the water. Frogs raise their croaking voices in the new breeze as the lake slowly thaws.

In summer it is a party. Every weekend all the local lakes are filled with boaters, swimmers, and jet-skiers. On the fourth of July fireworks adorn the sky right over our lake side town. Summertime sunsets are a sight to be seen and in the morning when I step outside the roar of a boat's engine greets my ears.

In autumn the water becomes still, silent, and sometimes a little choppy with fall breezes. It is solemn. Colorful fall leaves plunge into the murky waters that hold so many spring and summer memories.

It is as if the water senses the freeze of winter. I find myself more drawn to the water now than any other time of year.

It gives me peace and puts out fiery thoughts that invade my heart.

Autumnal water is not only a life giving source of joy, it is a piece of art, created by God, and etched in time by the continual ebb and flow of seasons. It inspires me, dwells within me, and is a constant reminder of nature's abundant blessings.

I am thankful for all the water that surrounds us, and I am grateful for the effect the water has on my soul. I am grateful for the town I live in, my husband that provides this for us, and our life in this city. I am grateful for community and I am thankful for the picturesque memories that have evolved from living in this breath taking lake filled area.

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What are you thankful for?

During the entire month of November, Bigger Picture Blogs are counting our blessings. We are sharing them with you, yours, and within ourselves. Let this time of thanks giving count. Let your blessings and gratitude be known. Let your soul shine with love and appreciation for the things that you have and need in your life.

Won't you join us? Share a thought, a list, a picture, a poem, or a story that made you reflect in gratitude your blessings in life.

You can link up today at Lenae's for the week. I'm looking forward to hearing or seeing your thoughts. For I am thankful for you, too!

Scenes from a Mainiac Halloween

2011-11-01T10:43:00.005-05:00

I hope that you and yours had a very happy Halloween. I know we did!

RED {Shades of Autumn Photo Challenge}

2011-10-27T13:06:00.008-05:00

Most of these captures were taken last weekend when we were all healthy.

I had great plans for capturing red pictures. Plans that were foiled by the common cold.

This picture was taken on Monday. It is Donna's (my mother in laws) famous raspberry pie.

These next two were taken in my mother's garden.

On Saturday, when everyone was still 100% healthy, we went to the pumpkin patch and local cider mill as a family.

I may not have been able to quench my picture taking lust this week

but last week I did and I'm okay with that.

Ps. Don't you just love late autumn blooms? This rose was one of my favorite captures.

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God alone suffices {My prayer of thanksgiving even in sickness}

2011-10-27T11:15:00.004-05:00

This home made chicken noodle soup has been my meal for 4 straight days.

In one day we have gone through 2 boxes of super soft puffs with lotion.

3 out of 4 of us are sick. Really sick.

2 of us have matching fevers.

And there is 1 little boy who is finally getting a appetite back.

2 of us have a nasty hacking cough.

Up until last night there has been 1 adult to monitor all the God bless you's

But even with all this misery, I know that we have been blessed indeed.

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"Nada te turbe. Nada te espante. Todo se pasa. Dios no se muda. La paciencia todo lo alanza. Quiet a Dios tiene nada le falta. Solo Dios basta."

"Let nothing disturb thee; Let nothing dismay thee; All things pass; God never changes. Patience attains all that it strives for. He who has God finds he lacks nothing: God alone suffices."- Prayer of Saint Theresa of Avila

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What is YOUR bigger picture today? Link up with Melissa today. I can't wait to read, once I start feeling better!

Love it, Lose it...

2011-10-25T11:24:00.002-05:00

Love it, Lose it....

{Love it}

Melissa and Hyacynth (of Undercover Mother and Peanut Butter in my hair) will be driving to the Relevant Conference in comfort and style in a 2011 Chevy traverse. And for those of you (like me) who don't live in Chicago they will be having a twitter party at a event they are hosting in the Chicago area.
The party will start at 8:30 CST (9:30 my time) Tuesday, Oct. 25 using the hashtag #ChevydrivesBPB. I plan on tweeting along, too. I can't wait! For further rules and information can be found on the Bigger Picture Blog website.
Meeting new friends through twitter, wishing I could see other friends in person.
This quote: "I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence." -Thomas Hood
Cuddling on rainy autumn afternoons with my bambinos while watching halloween cartoons.
Going to the pumpkin patch with my mainiacs, picking out three pumpkins to carve on Devil's night (our tradition)
Northern lights, endless twinkling stars in a inky black sky.
Mulled apple cider, pumpkin spice lattes, and other cold weather beverages.
gloved fingers
becoming a hat person for the first time in my life.
Popcorn popped fresh on the stove.
Fireplace mantels filled with autumn decor.
Songs of Van Morrison, Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong, and John Mayer float in the air on a chilly breeze.
picking up leaves, falling into them.
Hayrides and pumpkin patches with Anthony's kindergarten class.
Home made chicken noodle soup.
Reading stories under layers and layers of blankets
Warm knitting needles from hours of soothing practice.
Donna's Raspberry pie, a la mode... with a cup of coffee... and a chick flick... le sigh.
the invention of puffs plus lotion tissue.
vapo rub and vapo steam and vapo air scented night air.

{Lose it}

The common cold that has found our house.
Little red noses and little chapped lips.
Wet dog scents filling the thermostat heated household.
People who only think of themselves. Their attitudes need to be adjusted.
And I need to start caring less... maybe... Is that possible?
Rainy cold days that make you just want to nap instead of do the millions of things that need to be done.
Morning stress before school. Especially on Monday...

Your turn.
In your comment tell me what you LOVE and what you could LOSE.

and I'll be tweetin ya later!

Shades of Autumn {Orange}

2011-10-20T15:07:00.006-05:00

This time of year makes me feel so much.
There is a heavier hue from the minute I stretch sleepily up in the morning
until the short day closes.

Some days the earth is on fire in burnt oranges.

Some days it is wet with golden rain drops.

And some days it is just as it is...

As we prepare for winter's bleakness, it is nice to see the world ablaze with ORANGE!

In October {Bigger Picture}

2011-10-20T10:38:00.007-05:00

In October-

The light doesn't always have to be golden.
The days don't always have to be warm.
The night time can be a little bit spooky
when the clouds race past the moon.

In October-

Whipping winds force leaves to abandon,
limbs become desolate and bare.
And little skeleton branches reach up to the sky
in hopes that the black tailed ravens come there.

In October-

There is a part of me that craves the wicked.
There is a woman who makes mistakes.
There is a soul that wishes for something different
when every day begins the same.

In October-

The end of fall harvests
A freeze of free foraging grasses has come
A month of magical and mystical memories are to be made
A month before winter's moan.

In October-

I feel whole when I'm empty.
And winter- she is beckoning at the door
I find myself limping to greet her,
but in my heart I know- summer will come once more.

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Welcome to Bigger Picture Blogs!

Each Thursday, we share the harvest of intentional living by capturing a glimpse of the bigger picture through a simple moment. You can share with a picture, a poem, a thought, a story- whatever you would like to share. Hyacynth is hosting today. Won't you please join us? We would love it if you did.

Have some coffee with me...

2011-10-18T13:33:00.004-05:00

I'm tired.

So I guess it's time for coffee.

and a pumpkin muffin?

Would you like to share a cup with me? We have other beverages on hand.

Hot cocoa? Chai Tea? Mulled Cider?

All three sound good to me, but I think it's the warmth I crave of each.

Coffee it is.

So, if we were meeting up for coffee this afternoon I would give you a warm embrace. I'm all about hugging right now. It feels good to have that human touch. Isn't that a Bruce Springsteen song? Well, I don't need that kind of touch. Just a little friendly hug sounds nice. I would take your coat and your littles coat if you brought along your kiddos and I would stuff it in my crowded front closet. I would quickly close the door in fear of you seeing my "organizing" skills, but you would see anyway. I would laugh it off and ask how you "organize" your closet. If you have tips I would listen, but likely it would go in one ear and out the other.

Upon entering the kitchen I would pour you a warm cup of _____________ and we would settle around the kitchen table, for it is a good place to have a conversation. However if my knee is too sore I'd probably ask if we could move our posse to the sectional.

We would of course chat a bit about the weather. It has gone from 80's to 70's and now BAM-SHAZAMM 50's in the matter of weeks. And at this point, I may sneeze in order for you to see exactly how much this up and down weather is messin with my allergies. Of course I may regret saying this, but I'm looking forward to the first freeze. Uh, let's get it over with so I can stop taking allergy medicine.

I would ask if you went costume shopping yet? And are you dressing up? I would tell you that Anthony wanted to be a smurf and Dominic wanted to be spiderman, but when we went to the store they were out of smurf costumes so Anthony decided that he wanted to be a Super blue ninja. Upon learning this, Dom decided that he wanted to be a Dragon King Super Red Ninja so he could defeat the eeeevilll Blue ninja.

Two Ninjas.
Two Boys.
Really could it get any better?

Nope.

I would wrap my hands to circle around my cup for a little extra warmth then ask you how the school year has been going for you guys so far? How are the kiddos/grand kids doing? I would tell you how proud Anthony was when he received the badge of honor last week for making good choices, and how his first report card is all P's no N's (which is a good thing) I would tell you that speech classes are doing good, too. He loves the bus, is making new friends, is learning to read, and LOVES kindergarten.

Then I would tell you that Dom is loving school, too. He is such a card. All the little kids in his class just adore him, but Domo well he only has eyes for Lucy. And so it begins...

Dom is learning his alphabet and how to write it correctly. He already knows all his colors, his numbers, and many sight words. He is working on the pledge of allegiance and on Friday he will be helper of the day.

He's looking forward to that.

By this time in our convo we would most likely be on the couch. Sorry! My knee needs to be straight out. I would tell you how I met with my orthopedic surgeon yesterday and I have a couple choices for surgery. Choices that I'm still pondering on. Still praying on. Still trying to figure out in my heart as well as what is realistic for this family of 6 (the dog & cat count)

Speaking of pets... Luna would jump up next to you on the couch. Sorry about that. Jibbers most likely would strut by and give you the evil eye. Sorry about that, too.

I would tell you how I have to start physical therapy next week and how I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm getting around a little better. I push it some days by trying to go on walks with the boys. It just isn't fair for them to stay home every single day.

Ok, back on subject- We would probably be wrapping up with some light chatter about this or that. We would let the conversation ebb and flow naturally and laugh quite out loud at silly things that we utter. The kiddos would be asking for this and wanting that. We will be only happy to oblige, but only if they ask in the right way.

We would end the visit with another big hug.

Because I'm big on hugs.

And I could use another one.

Until next time.. enjoy the rest of your hectic week!

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On my mind {because you want to know}

2011-10-16T08:17:00.004-05:00

FOR TODAY...
October 16, 2011

Outside my window... Bright vibrant sunshine, powdered sugar clouds, and blue skies that stretch around like a lover's autumnal embrace. The sound of lawn mowers are a buzzing. Ducks are taking a dip in the leave strewn pond next to us, and gold colored cat tail leaves are whipping gently in the brisk breeze. It is a stunning, and crisp early afternoon.

I am thinking... about Louis Armstrong toot toot tooting on his up cornet -trumpet. I actually have a visual in my head. Oh, how I wish I could have seen him play in person. His scat singing touches a piece of my heart every single time I hear one of his songs.

I am thankful for... Nick the computer guy. My sweetie went over to fix my parent's computer this morning. This is about the sum of a dozen roses to me. I married such a thoughtful, and brainy man. Sexy!

I am wearing... a pair of levis and a cable knit sweater. It is that time of year after all.

I am remembering... how much I enjoy baking! Anthony, Dominic, and I made
Pumpkin Spice Muffins by the Pioneer Woman.
Don't you just love her?! I do.
{PS. The muffins- they. were. to. die. for!}

I am creating... We are going to make a waxed leaf garland this week.

I am going... shhhhhhh... it's a secret. You'll get to see later though.
I'm sure I'll take a picture or two.

I am reading... The Help. {first time, it's been suggested many a time over}

I am hoping... THE LIONS WIN TODAY!!! {edited to note that they did not win}

Robert Frost poems... What is your favorite Frost Poem?

Noticing that... I need a tape recorder of the things I say to Dom, because I just keep saying them over and over and over and over...

Pondering these words...

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!

Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
-Charles Dickens

From the kitchen... Mainiac Spaghetti, garlic bread, salad, etc...

A song that is on repeat in my head: The witch queen of New Orleans by Redbone

Around the house... It is supposed to be a cold dreary week so I'm going to spice it up with warm fun artsy activities inside.

Whats on the boob-tube... Tonight: Football, Pan-am, and Boardwalk Empire.

My new favorite food... Spicy Bean Casserole (ooooh soooo good)

One of my favorite things... reading by candle light. I'll be doing that tomorrow night for sure.

A few plans for the rest of the week... Planning for Dominic's Halloween Party, Anthony's field trip, a surprise for the kiddos, Halloween decorating, crafting, reading, sock wearing, etc...

A picture I would like to share...

I just adore this picture of solemn Dominic. It rarely happens since he is always animated.

Shades of Autumn: yellow

2011-10-13T12:05:00.006-05:00

Last week, I entered the Shades of Autumn Photography Challenge
{hosted by Alicia, satakieli, and Kristi}

The subject was green.

This week's subject is yellow.

This week, I was drawn to leaves. For obvious reasons I am sure.

I'm disappointed though.

Everywhere around me, leaves fell to the ground like rain drops from heaven.

Fluttering, floating, flitting downward to the ground

in illuminating incandescent love

It was magical.

But I wasn't able to catch even one falling leaf-

they slipped from my camera's focus

like sand through finger tips.

And in that moment I felt connected.

To the earth.

To God.

To you,

and all my brothers and sisters in this life.

We are all like falling leaves,

and we can't be caught in any sort of real focus

except for our own path.

We are gone with the wind of change

Life is fragile.

Let's celebrate with COLOR!

Incandescent Love {the bigger picture}

2011-10-13T07:34:00.006-05:00

Welcome to Bigger Picture Blogs...
I am a writer for Bigger Picture Blogs. Each of us at Bigger Picture Blogs encourage each other to foster creativity within our community and within ourselves. The small, simple, sweet moments of life we should all savor. We savor these moments captured with our hearts and these moments are written with our hearts, on to our blogs, and our community.
We share with you and you share with us.

Every Thursday we we harvest that intentional living by capturing a glimpse of the bigger picture through a simple moment.

Consider please, sharing your moment.
A picture, a poem, a letter, a story, or any other treasure you want to impart.

Link up here today.

I am illuminated

With His love,

his love,

and their love.

I am armed with roots.

In places,

In spaces,

In traces of soaring autumnal winds.

He is the life giving soil,

our time is the trunk

choices are the limbs

and

We are the leaves that float,

flutter

flit

fly

and caress the breeze

on
a
downward

dive

until

we touch the earth.

Seeing His light from above, below.

We move around routines,

within time,

Never stopping always evolving

we are

surrounded by life.

It's His time.

Our life-

It flashes before our eyes

moments

competing,

like kids

for space.

Our earthly bodies,

growing gardens

reaping what we sow,

connected.

connected.

connected.

Yes, we are all connected.

So. Very. Important. to. remember

I am illuminated with His love.

His ever lasting,

all forgiving,

all encompassing

incandescent love.

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Life is a gift, and His love is what will fill us with light. Cherish the time you have with your friends, family, neighbors, enemies. It is fleeting. We are flawed. And we are all connected.

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Ten on Ten {October}

2011-10-10T10:50:00.004-05:00

Perfect Indian Summer bliss!

TEN ON TEN
{October}

One picture. Every hour. One day. Every month.

{and a couple more pictures because I don't follow the rules very well}

1. Up before the dawn, with Luna as she breaks in a new day.
2. Seeing Anthony off on the bus.
3. The beef roast is in the slow cooker. I wish I could capture the aroma for you, too.
4. Luna waiting to be let out
5. Silly Domo.
6. Watering the mums.
7. Lunch time
8. My old neighborhood
9. Hangin with dad {grandpa}
10. Drive home {yes I stopped the truck first}
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Where I didn't follow the rules, but I had to include-
11. Playing in the drive way before dinner
12. Roast beef dinner {see #3}

What you didn't see...

Anthony's first report card (all P's no N's... it's a good thing) or his badge of honor rewarded from school. My mom's delightful casserole. (Recipe please, mom) and

Tigers Playoff (we lost.)

Monday night football ... GO LIONS... (we're winning.)

Scavenger Hunt Sunday

2011-10-09T09:32:00.002-05:00

1. Landscape
2. Triadic Color
3. Black and White
4. FOOD
5. Blank Space.

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For more Scavenger Hunt Photos check out the talented, informative, and kind Ashley Sisk.

First and Last {apple orchard fun}

2011-10-08T20:07:00.003-05:00

It was a day of firsts.

His very first bus ride and his first time on a field trip with his preschool class.

It was the first time that he picked , twisted, and polished his shiny red apple.

Warm sugary donuts, fresh cold cider, and new friendships... another first.

His new best bff L and he playing pirate and swabbing the decks.

His first time going face first down a slide {possibly the early signs of a first heart attack for me}

His first time, My last time for firsts at the apple orchard.

We played, we rode on hay rides, we ate autumnal treats, and enjoyed brisk air.

For the first and last "first" time...

And it was everything we had hoped for and more.

Shades of Autumn Photo Challenge: Green

2011-10-07T08:18:00.002-05:00

I missed the summer photo challenge because I was so very busy, but since I've been forced to slow down I am now participating in the Shades of Autumn Photo Challenge.

The first theme: Green.

Look about you.

Is it mostly green

or are you in the midst of full autumnal color?

Here in South-East Michigan, we are blooming into full color, it was a challenge to find green.

Yet I found it in leaves, and that was a challenge within itself.

And in the Early morning grasses.

I found green in the orchard where Dominic and I picked golden delicious apples.

If you can't find green anywhere else you can always find verdant evergreens surrounding you.

Actually once I really started looking around me...

Green was found everywhere.

Where have YOU found green this week?

Sometimes you just don't feel like blogging {bigger picture}

2011-10-06T07:16:00.005-05:00

{one of the peaceful places I like to retreat to when I'm feeling low.}

I'm a gimp.

There I said it.

And apparently, being a mother includes on the job injuries.

A Knee injury (as many of you know) has recently kept me from living my life in the usual routine. My magnetic resonance image (MRI) results came back the other day.

A torn meniscus.
A torn anterior cruciate ligament.
A lateral fracture to the knee

And you may ask, how does a SAHM do all this to herself?

Good question, is my reply, and if you have the answer I would like to hear it.

Of course there is no workmen's compensation, because technically I'm unemployed. (ha!)

Thank God for excellent insurance, and a husband with ambition the size of all the bodies of water in the world.

I go in on Monday to see a orthopedic surgeon for further evaluation.

Facts:
I have never required surgery in my life time.
I'm apprehensive about the possibility of surgery.
I'm still in pain.
On most days I'm positive about my injury and the outcome of treatment.
On other days I have little pity parties.
I have cut down on calories so that I won't gain weight during this time of inactivity.
But all I want to do is comfort eat away my pain. (there I said it, now moving on...)
It may be a time of inactivity, but I'm anything but inactive.
I'm working every single day, gimping along to the beat of parenthood.
And I don't feel like blogging because I don't want to constantly complain about these things.

But I've been trying to blog, because it is my outlet.

My bigger picture this week...
The power of blogging.
The power of venting.
The power of kind words of support.
The power of understanding.

And knowing when to say, I just can't do it all...

Every Thursday we come together to share the harvest of intentional living by capturing a glimpse of the bigger picture through a simple moment. Won’t you join us?

The Hunt for October {Bless You Boys}

2011-10-04T07:12:00.006-05:00

The hunt for October has no time clock and it's had no rule changes since 1908.

It is not only sweat and sacrifice, it is spirit.

It is heard in Take me out to the ball game and God Bless America

It is the cocky strut off the mound of a pitcher who will not back down.

It is erratic control.

It is pressure.

It is reckless flirtations with risk and rotation.

and for me...

It is THE ROAAAAAAAAAAR of a DETROIT crowd, creating camaraderie with just a single crack of the bat.

And with the season on the line- the brink of elimination for those Damn Yankees
{cue in the dark side theme song}

I have to say...

BLESS YOU BOYS, GO DETROIT TIGERS!!!!!

The hunt for October can be found in any city and small town, for we have a baseball diamond in the heart of us.

The HUNT FOR OCTOBER IS...

A ball. A bat. A glove.

It is just that simple...

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For more free writing check out Heather King of the Extraordinary Ordinary.

Hello Friday {Goodbye September}

2011-09-30T15:24:00.010-05:00

GO DETROIT TIGERS!!!

It's playoff season, baby!!!

Walking Tall {Bigger Picture}

2011-09-29T05:36:00.006-05:00

The simple moment that made my bigger picture...

The feel of pavement under self assured feet.

A song in my heart as I walked tall along the small town street,

not even an ounce of self pity evident in my limp.

The simple moment... Being inspired by nature, by life, and by inner confidence to pick up the camera, shooting completely in manual focus for the first time in a long time.

Then letting the images imprint on my heart, soul, spirit, memory card,

and

knowing that within my heart lies a desire to create, and no injury to my physical body will ever change that.

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Join us every Thursday as we share the harvest of intentional living by capturing a glimpse of the Bigger Picture through a Simple Moment.
Lenae is hosting today- Live. Capture. Share. Encourage.

Day time dreaming {the "i am sick post"}

2011-09-27T07:10:00.007-05:00

Today's post was brought to you by strongly steeped Lemon Ginger Tea,

kleenexes, vapo rub, ludens lozenges, and being born before the wind ...

Home made chicken noodle soup with egg noodles,

Dusted off novels,

and gloomy rain-drenched autumn days.

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I'm in the mood for candle light
and poetry.
For the written word
{what are you reading?}
and journaling.
For soul singers
{passion stirring songs!}
and history lessons.
{Learning more about World War I}
For long walks
and even paces.
{my MRI is scheduled for October 3rd}
For restful evenings
and dreamless nights.
For healthy kiddos
{my bambinos are both sick still}
and no more sneezes.
For pie baking
and a la mode eating.
For leaf collecting
and art making.
{I'm just dying to create!}
For new tv viewing
{I LOOOOVE Pan Am}
and favorites stewing.
{Does anyone else watch Boardwalk Empire?}
For passion
and pageantry.
{GO BLUE!}
For hymns
and illuminated mornings.
{When it isn't raining}
For One nation under God...
For you
and for me.

What are you in the mood for?

Hello Fall!

2011-09-23T08:32:00.003-05:00

Well guys I caved. How, you may ask? Simple... I'll show you.

{via pinterest, Meyer Felix}

Oh what is that?! An image, and it isn't mine? Why yes. Yes that is correct.

Who else is a pinterest addict?

{via pinterest, the shabby nest}

I've been dreaming about fall for the past two weeks.

{via pinterest, cauchy09}

It is still so green and mostly warm here and I've been longing for the warmth of a different nature. I've been longing for crisp weather, sweaters, flannel, soup, autumnal crafts, cider, and hand made beauty.

{via pinterest, Undercover Mother- wearing A shrug handknit by A Soft Landing- gorgeous!}

Isn't this shrug to die for? Perfect for these not hot, but not yet cold days of fall.

{via pinterest, we heart it}

I've been craving textures, light, and creative measures.

{via pinterest}

And I've been finding so much inspiration on pinterest...

{autumn reading, via... me!}

and adding a couple of my own while I'm at it.

So if you pinterest, and you wanna see what is inspiring me add me.

I'd like to see what you are day dreaming about, too.

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Have a FAN-FALL-TASTIC weekend!

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PS. As a celebration of all things fall I promise to celebrate fall in my very own way here on this little ole blog.

Filling up my senses with silence {Bigger Picture}

2011-09-22T08:58:00.005-05:00

Silence stirs my senses...

It touches a piece of life in its solitude, in nature, in a single dew drop caressing a leaf.

It quenches the thirstiest soul in need.

And if you listen carefully enough I (you) can hear its heart beat- a whispering wind; a memory a drift to a lapping shore; a rhythm that washes away worries, and all you have to do is stop.

I can see with new eyes when I quiet my mind.

To me, silence smells like the air after the rain stops, hushes, and the world stands still.

"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf."
-Rabindranath Tagore

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Welcome to Bigger Picture Blogs...
I am a writer for Bigger Picture Blogs. I live intentionally and sometimes I make mistakes, in which I learn from. Each of us at Bigger Picture Blogs encourage each other to foster creativity within our community and within ourselves. The small, simple, sweet moments of life we should all savor. We savor these moments captured with our hearts and these moments are written with our hearts, on to our blogs, and our community.
We share with you and you share with us.

Every Thursday we we harvest that intentional living by capturing a glimpse of the bigger picture through a simple moment.

Consider please, sharing your moment. A picture, a poem, a letter, a story, or any other treasure you want to impart. Link with Peanut Butter in my Hair today.

Misty Morning Fog {Just Write}

2011-09-20T07:43:00.004-05:00

Morning fog covers the dew kissed lawn
creeping past the bodies waiting for the emerging bus,
You can hear the grumble of the engine, you can not see it.

She can hear the weighted sighs of her soul echo in a enigmatic chamber...

Around the bend in the cul de sac;
a groan, shudder, exhale and brake.
Lining up, moving in one by one and then hot breath on
chilled glass.
She touches her finger tips to lips, and waves.
Bidding farewell and
it vanishes, just like that, into the opaqueness...

Then
the
shades
are
pulled
down
tight.

Drops of condensation drip down from the shivery leaf,
a tear drop.
Audible breaths masquerading in the wind among change, unknown.
A merry-go-round, round, round- around
what we are and what we want to be and what we do and what we see...

She is drowning in the ambiguity, the fog.
And playing a new game,
in the misty morning fog of this life...

She drags her way home.

...

Freely written, inspired by Heather King of The EO

Golly, what a day

2011-09-19T12:49:00.007-05:00

Robin Hood and Little John Walkin' through the forest Laughin' back and forth At what the other'ne has to say Reminiscin', This-'n'-thattin' Havin' such a good time Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally Golly, what a day
-Roger Miller

It's been raining since the break of day; his rich tone of drawled southern bass soothed my scattered Monday mind, and there was peace amid whining. Inhaling deep, I smell the masked smell of rain drenched puppy fur and sweet cinnamon pumpkin. The latter, a candle lit in vain to disguise wet dog aromas that linger like morning memories

...

"I don't want to take a bath mama"
"You need one. Get undressed, you have school in a half hour."
"Never" said with dramatic zeal.
"Think again bean, do you want to be late for the bus?"
"I'm not riding the bus."
"You are, and you are taking a bath. Get in or I will put you in."

note: If at 7:30 in the morning you hear a slowly gritted, coffee deprived voice give out a warning such as this, it is common knowledge to heed the advice.

He did not.

I put him.

And then he did not want to come out of his bath.

"Look, I'm a washing machine... cchunk-a cchunk-a cchunk-a chunk"
"You are, are you on spin cycle or rinse?"
"I'm on clean cycle, mom- duh."
"Of course, silly me." I half laughed, "Time to get out you don't want to miss the bus."
"I don't want to get out."
"I will give you to the count of three to lift the drain"
"no"
"1... 2... 3..."
His blue eyes were sparkling flames of defiance. My calm was a fortress of determined motherhood, with the odds stacked in my favor.

"Where is your fall jacket Anthony?"
"I don't know."
"Well, bean look outside, it's raining and it's likely to rain all morning so you will need a coat"
I pull out the dreaded coat that he's avoiding like the plague.
"I don't want to wear that coat." He said with a thick distasteful stress on the word that.
"You gotta honey."
"Never." (again...)
"Think again" I said as I snatched the coat in my coffee craving finger tips.
Coffee... I need coffee... coffee will give me the strength to sustain Monday morning temper tantrums. Coffffffffffeeeeeeeeee (my morning mama monster screams silently in my head)
"I'm not going to school."
"Oh you are going, and I'm walking you to the bus stop and you are gonna wear this coat."

We danced out the door in a mother son fashion. He was huffing 2 steps ahead with his spongebob umbrella and I fox trotted behind with my barely working knee cap. Down the rain-drenched streets, to the bus stop where our final destination called us.

Until the very second that the bus pulled up, flashed its lights, and braked for the kids to board; Anthony and I went back and forth in a very stubborn manner.

"yes"
"no"

Waving goodbye to my jacketed son (note: I won), I pushed forward with my good leg to the child who I was to bring to preschool.

Quiet.
Un-Quiet.

Quiet.
Un-Quiet.

Quiet.

He comes home with a very specific lunch in mind of chips, bologna without bread, and peanut butter chocolate bars. Of course my selection was more like breaded fish, crackers, cheese, apples, and half a cookie after. Perhaps even soup? When he didn't get his way he whined.

His brother did the same.

The puppy decided it would be fun to dig... in the rain... with her white paws.

My head screamed.
My knee screamed.
My patience screamed.

I sighed.

With compromises, lunch was made; the puppy who was cleaned up trotted off to the corner to snooze, and the knee was iced.

...

Days are often filled with this push and pull. A constant drum of stubborn independence tries my patience, and often I win. Sometimes I don't. Well, often we compromise, and everybody wins.

I wouldn't trade it in. Not one aggravating second of it. You probably don't believe me. Alas, it is true. I'm not the patron saint of patience nor the mother of the year, but I love my children fiercely. And I would rather have 365 trying days as a mother than having my time with them ripped away from me.

For today, it really is a good day.

Me and bean and bean and I, walkin in our forest
goin back and forth 'bout things with nothin left to say
'cept I love ya and I'll love ya
for a very loooooooong time

Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally Golly, what a day ...
Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally Golly, what a day ...

Golly, what a day.

alita jewels treasures

A lifetime of surrender

The Ordinary Connections that bond us {Bigger Picture}

Virtual Coffee please

It's a beautous evening, calm and free...

{{{Right Now}}}

Visual Poetry {Five}

Taking the time to...

Passion {Poetic Winter Challenge}

A Dream

Visual Poetry {four}

{Virtual Coffee, yo!}

Sweetness even in sickness {Sharing the sweet in my life}

Insta-Friday Virgin, no more.

The holiday of loooove {Bigger Picture Moment}

Visual Poetry {three}

Like a snow flake in a snow storm...

Morning Tenderness {Five Minute Friday}

Happy Birthday, Michigan {My Bigger Picture}

Visual Poetry {Two} Impenetrable Winter Shade

Time for some {virtual coffee}

Creative Community {My Bigger Picture}

Visual Poetry

Scavenger Hunt Sunday {Instagram edition}

January: Ten on Ten {Ordinary Magic!}

Create {Taking time to appreciate the moment}

The Anniversary Date...

Not-so-black-and-white {I'm fully awake and it feels good}

January Photoaday {Instagram challenge}

Destiny {Bigger Picture Moment}

Purpose driven word: Open {#oneword365}

For every season there is a reason {Happy New Year!}

Cleaning, purging, and making room {repentence and MY bigger picture}

My wish for YOU {Have a Merry Christmas!}

Proclaiming love in hymns of praise

Plumes of smoke and magical moments {Our trip to see Santa}

Everything in moderation {'Twas the Write Before Christmas}

Ten on Ten {December}

Hallelujah. {'Twas the write before Christmas}

A lesson in mornings grace {Day 2 'Twas the write before Christmas}

Have a cup of whatever with me {virtual coffee}

Let it Snow {'Twas the write before Christmas day one}

Calm fronts and crashing waves {Bigger Picture}

Hey you... want some {virtual coffee}

The fall finale of color {Shades of Autumn Challenge}

Moments wrapped in silence...

White {The end- Shades of Autumn Challenge}

Bowling with our hearts & hands {I am thankful-bigger picture}

Love it, Lose it... {Are you ready for some cheese with my whine?}

This week I'm judging the

Edit Me Challenge

hosted by Branson & Kathryn. The challenge is all about taking a picture and making it your own with the editing program of your choice. It is also about learning each other. I supplied a shot to edit, and now you get to have fun!

Ten on Ten {November}

My first {I am thankful-bigger picture}

Majestic Purple {Shades of Autumn}

Autumnal Water {I am thankful-Bigger Picture}

Scenes from a Mainiac Halloween

RED {Shades of Autumn Photo Challenge}

God alone suffices {My prayer of thanksgiving even in sickness}

Love it, Lose it...

Shades of Autumn {Orange}

In October {Bigger Picture}

Have some coffee with me...

On my mind {because you want to know}

Shades of Autumn: yellow

Incandescent Love {the bigger picture}

Life is a gift, and His love is what will fill us with light. Cherish the time you have with your friends, family, neighbors, enemies. It is fleeting. We are flawed. And we are all connected.

Ten on Ten {October}

Scavenger Hunt Sunday

First and Last {apple orchard fun}

Shades of Autumn Photo Challenge: Green

Sometimes you just don't feel like blogging {bigger picture}

The Hunt for October {Bless You Boys}

Hello Friday {Goodbye September}

Walking Tall {Bigger Picture}

Day time dreaming {the "i am sick post"}

Hello Fall!

Filling up my senses with silence {Bigger Picture}

Misty Morning Fog {Just Write}

Golly, what a day