I just saw a video on why it’s a good idea to eat bugs. Now I’m scouring the internet for more information… More to come on this, I’m sure!
So i was getting all crazy overwhelmed with life and all the stuff I consistently have to do… you know, just one of those days. Most of it is quick mindless stuff, the pile of dishes in the sink and all over the counters, the baby, diapers, vacuum the copious amounts of dog hair all over the carpet, etc. In addition to all that, the garden is in dire need of weeding, I have to plant these two lilac bushes before they die, I have to prune and cut back lots of things before they go to seed, I have to get some work done (the paying kind), I have to go to farmer’s market and stop by the co-op for some essentials, I have to work on organizing the crazy mess of baby crap in the spare room before it swallows me whole…. You know. Overwhelming type things.
And then the rain.
Sweet rain reminding me to slow my mind and my body. Rain that reminds me that my garden needs time to drink up, and that I need time to not do everything. In a matter of seconds my workload has been cut in half. I love the rain. Now I’m remembering all the things that are peaceful about my life. I’m drying a second batch of strawberries and it makes my house smell amazing. My housemate said that he stood by our door the other day and just smelled the air. My house just got so dark and quiet in this rain. My dog is lazing in her spot by the front door. My baby is napping and opening up time for me to sit here and write. The dishes are sitting there, the massive to-do list is within reach, and yet I feel slow and easy. I lit some ginger peach incense and I might just light a candle. Even better, I think I’ll sit out on the porch and read my book. I think I’ll just sit there and do something that I want to do that keeps having to wait. I called my friend and told her that I was feeling overwhelmed and she said she’d be right over after her lunch. I really can’t complain for long, the universe won’t let me.
My mom and little sister came over for dinner and my mom gave me this little salt and pepper shaker. She knows me too well… me and my love of ridiculous kitsch. They are on the table right now. I love them.
Strawberry picking again yesterday. Tuula LOVES the strawberries. See below: sticky red fingers and happy face.
My baby is getting to long for her chair! She is getting so big! They told me that she’s tall- in the 97th percentile for height. No wonder. Take a look at her dad.
Maybe I should write a book… “Why labor was the best thing that ever happened to me…” Or maybe I should finish my birth story. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll just write. It’s always on the bottom of my list. On the bottom no more!
Quote of the day:
“Life is an adventure in forgiveness.” -Norman Cousins
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I miss the rain.
I think you should most definitely write. You’re really good, so be it a book, or a birth story, you should do it!
I was wondering if Vera would get that gene from her pops. Hmmm…..