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Another Point of View: Look Up!
Simple Gifts
A Good Book Finds a New Home
A week or so ago, I wrote a post about the Ohio and Erie Canal. I offered a drawing for a beautiful book about my Valley, the Cuyahoga. Then I forgot. So, without further ado (insert drumroll, please), the winner is Mary Whitsell. If you haven’t visited her blog, Resident Alien, please do. Mary is an extraordinary storyteller, who weaves words into an heirloom tapestry.  Tell Mary, I sent you.
Dream On…
I’m That Mom
I’m that mom who taught her children how to blow bubbles in their drinks, put olives on all 10 fingers, make mashed potato mountains with slides for the peas, so that when one of the Grandmas told the kids, “Your mother didn’t teach you to play with your food!” they replied, “Oh yes she did!”
I’m that mom who took her kids seriously and who told them that intuition doesn’t lie, and when you get that Uh-Oh feeling, PAY ATTENTION. I’m the mom who told them that it is only a game if everyone wants to play, stop means stop, and no means no.
I’m that mom who told the kids that it is good luck to be nice, and that sometimes the quietest people have the most to say, you just have to listen.
I’m that mom who said that ice cream for breakfast is fun and that extended drives to go to something we wanted to do JUST SOUNDED FAR.
I’m that mom who told her kids that we can generate alternative solutions to problems, and that we can ask questions and question answers.
I’m that mom who loved one daughter’s love of horses and who went to all the swim meets until the swimmer no longer wanted to swim. Then. We. Stopped.
I’m that mom who worked hard to nurture her kids’ roots, who never takes credit for their accomplishments, who understands that she can’t take away their struggles — no matter how painful — and who, in wonder and in love, watches them spread their wings and fly.
I’m that mom who treasures the community of those moms, and who recognizes that we all do the best we can with the tools and information we have at any given time.
I’m that mom.
Thanks to Ronnie who started this carnival based on a post by Flo.
Here Comes the Sun: Happy Solstice, Monday!
Wednesday’s Harvest
I’ve been away from here for a while: life has been happening. Summer has arrived in my Valley, even though the calendar says we have a few more days of Spring.
The garden is growing, and we are beginning to harvest some lovely produce. Peas are most often consumed in the garden and on the way back to the house. They are huge this year, and delicious as well. We planted strawberries last year, and are enjoying their ruby red fruits—as long as we beat the slugs to them.
Take a look at today’s harvest, and, as always, feel free to leave me a comment, or a stone (o), to let me know that you’ve stopped by.
Who Ya Gonna Call?
Not Quite Wordless Wednesday
It was three years ago yesterday that I began this blogging journey. Much has happened in those 3 years, and as I read back through the archives, I remember. Births and deaths, illness and healing, artistic growth— all part of the majesty of this life. We’ve demonstrated the Power of One as we’ve raised our cups of kindness. We’ve shared cups of coffee and glasses of wine over the cyber-fence, as we tappity tap our wishes, lies and dreams.
Thanks for sharing your world and mine. I’ve posted some photos of this frosty April morning in my neck of the woods. As always, feel free to leave me a comment, or a stone (o), to let me know you’ve stopped by.
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