New Life

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly." Richard Bach

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

"B" is for Beautiful















Our Preschool adventures.....
B is for....

...Butterflies


and Being Blind

and Bubbles

B is for Bounty

and Baskets


and Beach



B is for Baking Outside...























.......... and beans, breakfast, beef jerky, biscuits, bacon, bread, and brownies.   Mmmmmmmm....

B is for Beautiful.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Saying goodbye to summer

None of us wanted it to end.

....Sandy toes-es and sunburned noses....

Active days in the wind and sand and sun passed quickly.
Captivated by the water, the kids would sometimes go too deep or drift too far.  We would reign them in and look after each other.

It was satisfying to watch energetic kids challenge unyielding waves and sometimes getting in and braving them together.  It is exhilarating.   When the waves pummel you to the sandy bottom and you fight to come to the surface, you humbly realize how mortal you really are....and how vulnerable.

In the early mornings, I carved time alone to pray and reflect on God's blessings and how fleeting are the days of summer and the days of 'mommy'.  I indulge in the alone-ness.  The new sun spills on the water and sand like the slow dribble of syrup.

Running focused me even when my lungs were burning.






I would deliberately run along the edge of the moving water and watch as it chased me..... daring to touch my feet.  It cleared my mind and then
I would stop,
breathe deeply,
pray
and be still.

Psalm 46:10
"Be still, and know that I am God.."

The pier was the prize.
Concerns at home seemed so far away except for the ones I keep tucked in my heart that go with me wherever I go.
I send them out, and up.

I wondered in amazement how God could bless such a mess.



On the last morning, I softly woke Abigail (so as not to wake her sisters) and shared my quiet paradise with her.  I think she got it.



We walked zig zag patterns in the sand
sifting through the assortment of shells

and examined, decided and chose the ones to keep... all for different reasons.


We talked.
I listened.
I don't often have her all to myself.


The splendid-ness of being thankful, really thankful, for good friends, family, and precious health.  And thankful for the opportunity to share it together.  (Thank you, Sarah.)
 "Make thankfulness your sacrifice to God..."
Psalm 50:14

At night, we pause to listen and appreciate the symphony of the ocean, the laughter of kids playing on a dark beach and really study the design of the heavens.  My camera just can't capture it.  But I try.
 It is good to stop.  Especially with moms on a similar journey.
"Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren
to dwell together in unity!"
Psalm 133:1

We are all trying to wrap our heads around raising teenagers

and babies growing up.

We struggle.  We appreciate.  We say goodbye to summer together without even realizing it.

It is gratifying to talk about current events with women while our children play together.  I find value in it and don't get much time for that being a mom.  But I wouldn't trade it for anything.

We make memories with hand prints in plaster decorated with God's abundant jewelry box of shells
and go skating in an old fashioned skating rink with wood floors and open windows.


We discover turtle nests.

And mermaid tails....


We eat with our fingers.
We watch dolphins playing near the shore.  They were having a marvelous time frolicking in the waves.  Even they were delighting in the moment.....  Sea World can't compare.

I found this poem in a small used book I bought for a nickel in a quaint post office underneath the skating rink.

"Exhaust the little moment.
Soon it dies.
And be it gash or gold
It will not come again in this
identical disguise."
Gwendolyn Brooks

I delight in summer memories of silly bands,

drizzle drop castles,

sunburns, sticky chins and  the 'carefree-ness' of summer.
Just stopping and being aware is everything.

Saying goodbye is hard.

Gabrielle draws an 'a' in the sand with a broken shell.

The first letter of the alphabet,
The first letter of our pre-school adventure together (my 3rd)
and our new school year....
a new beginning.

It made me think that we are always starting again.....

on new adventures.

Monday we will plunge into school and say hello to pre- algebra and American History and try to find a balance, stride, and a rhythm...  All while trying to avoid the craziness of it all.
But just for an instant, it is nice to be still.  In the dizzying time warp of life that goes by way too fast.  If you don't pause, you will miss it.

I don't want to miss a thing.

So,  "Farewell summer".   We are going to miss you,  but we will forge on.  Time hasn't stopped...
just dwindled and dawdled a bit.

228 miles between us and home.
We were weary on the long drive,  
But not disheartened.

We all missed Daddy and Romeo.

And then...

"Hello!!!"

We were missed too. :)










It is good to be home.

"Let your roots grow down into Him, and let your lives be built on Him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness."
Colossians 2:7

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Don't blink.

 Or you'll miss it.



It isn't about the tea.  But it is.

The giggles shared with a friend,  pinkies in the air,  sugar and cream, being four.........

......the memories....... 





Little girls won't last long.

Neither do these small sprinkles of time.

 ......and little girls will soon grow up and have their own sprinkles.






I don't want to miss a thing.






Tea Parties are for Little Girls.....




"Take heed that you despise not one of these little ones; for I say to you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven."   Matthew 18:10

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Picture Study with Photography

 “We cannot measure the influence that one artist or another has on the child’s sense of beauty, upon his power of seeing, as in a picture, the common sight of life..."
---Charlotte Mason

These are picture studies of Mary Cassatt and Norman Rockwell from 2007 and 2010 respectively.   Of all the picture studies we have done, photography has been the most fun.  It seems to cement the image in our minds.  Both Jessica and Abigail came up with their own props and had very little advice from me other than positioning.   We all really had to study the paintings.  And then I had to get out of the way and just start taking pictures. :)


 2007


Mary Cassatt  (1882)  Susan on a Balcony Holding a Dog                  


                                                                                                 
                   Mary Cassatt (1878)  Little Girl in a Blue Armchair


                                Mary Cassatt (1902) Young Mother Sewing





Mary Cassatt (1886) Girl Arranging Her Hair






Mary Cassatt (1902) Margot in Blue






Mary Cassatt (1880) Woman Reading in a Garden



 "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart as working for the Lord not for men." Colossians 3:23

 2010

 Norman Rockwell (1954)  Girl in the Mirror


Norman Rockwell (1947)  The Babysitter



Norman Rockwell (1953)  Girl with Black Eye













Norman Rockwell Losing The Game













Not all art is conducive to this kind of picture study but look for the opportunity.  My girls will never forget doing these.

"If mothers could learn to do for themselves what they do for their children when these are overdone, we should have happier households. Let the mother go out to play! If she would have the courage to let everything go when life becomes too tense, and just take a day, or half a day, out in the fields, or with a favourite book, or in a picture gallery looking long and well at just two or three pictures, or in bed, without the children, life would go on far more happily for both children and parents. The mother would then be able to hold herself in "wise passiveness’ and would not fret her children by continual interference even of hand or eye - she would let them be."
---Charlotte Mason

Oh!  If she were only talking about me!.....

Monday, July 5, 2010

Summer is for building

Our new window left some unused wood in the yard.

I painted..... and watched through the window when I heard the hammering.

Concentration and pure happiness....



















They really did a fine job.  They worked all day.


Summer is for building.....

 .......tree houses and relationships.