my life, in pictures

beignets

 

(French Market Beignets)

zaves art

 

(my oldest….a super proud moment! his artwork was chosen (among a lot of talented children) and displayed in our cities museum!)

waxflowers

 

(wax flowers…… one rule in my home, I must always have fresh flowers)

marshmallows

 

 

(Homemade marshmallows………a very exiting thing that I have turned into making a living out of, if your interested, please let me know so I can send you the link to my FB)

redvelvetmarshmallows

 

(red velvet marshmallows)

heartmarshmallows

 

(lovely heart shaped marshmallows)

roses

 

(a rose bush I inherited when we bought our home)

beautifulstarbucks

 

(my favorite coffee…….)

sidebraidthursdaylilli

 

(my Lilli)

blackandwhitelilahsparrownapping

 

(my Lilah and Sparrow taking a Winter nap)

bestfriendszaveandlilah

 

(best friends…… Xzavier and Lilah)

puresparrowmoon

 

(Sparrow Moon)

These pictures sum up my life…..baking, fresh flowers, coffee and my beautiful babes…….. life has been so very full, so raw and organic, moments of discovery, moments of over-coming and moments of succeeding.

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………it’s been awhile…….

it’s been awhile………i have been craving the need to write…….i need it……..it nourishes my being. the absence is due to life happening. life has been wonder-filled. it has been full. it has been busy. it has been one for the books.

http://www.sundaylounge.com/#/wanderlustroad/

i have been busy at being simply amazed…….

amazed at chubby, berry stained hands

the same hands busy outside, not leaving one dandelion un-touched, the same little being that inherited completely, the saying “to be one with nature”

watching the free spirit that has lived so incredibly well within both my girls. watching them explore through their little life. enjoying the songs and hymns of butterflies and archaic fairies that they so often lovingly speak of during their play time.

watching my oldest shape into such an incredible and fascinating young man. his wonder for all things knowledge, his thirst for wanting to know more and more.

watching the difference between all four is simply lovely. to watch them intertwine with life itself is rather splendid.

watching them grow into individuals is completely rad and bittersweet at the same time. they can only grow from here, no looking back, no going back. it is my mission for all of them to know that every.single.day they are loved. i believe they will.

heart

http://simply-divine-creation.tumblr.com/post/101491473085/elena-koshkina

being a mother is so many things.

holding hands.

wiping tears.

teacher of life.

frustration.

sleeplessness.

bonding.

growing.

selflessness.

warmth.

chaotic.

peace.

unity.

strength.

courage.

bravery.

pain.

adventure.

encouragement.

emotion.

passion.

…….so many more……..

i have a bond with each one, different than the next. a bond that is heavily armored. i know whose footsteps belong to who. i know the difference in cries, whether it be hurt feelings or injury. i know their quirky habits. i know their wonderful birthmarks. their toes. their smiles. the depth in their very eyes.

heart

http://thepureskin.tumblr.com/post/109320999993/xxx-mcmxciv-jah-feel-baby-on-the-baby

i was meant to be a mother. God knew all along, obviously, even when i questioned it. silly me.

h e a r t

(Pinterest)

i hope to be back sooner to post a bit more. i have some more grand things i would love to share.

xoxo

Thoughts Collected

my thoughts collected as of september 1st till now.

early morning rush.

3 hours of homework. 2 of which belong to one child.

sleepless.

coffee driven.

determined.

fall.

leaves.

paint.

laundry.

clean home.

organize.

mischievous baby.

cook.

wishing more hours in the day.

loving myself.

finding my worth.

who am i.

prayers for my children.

prayers for my husband…..prayers for me.

short days.

long nights.

wondering.

wandering.

stubborn.

loving.

life.

what else is there.

need.

Recycle a vintage frame - hang picture using clothes pin on rope. No glass needed - would work great for kid's art work too.

(vickys-home.blogspot.com)

i really like this image. its kinda me. i feel a bit weathered sometimes. tired. lived through seasons and it shows. i wear some of my past. but the winter tree is me too. waiting for something new. to be refreshed. waiting for a new season. waiting to be green. knowing my past and all that i have seen. heard. anticipating more. spreading my branches. reaching out.

xoxo

 

 

im a dreamer. a believer. i am. my surroundings may not always allow it though. for as long as i can remember being a dreamer is kinda my thing. my very being wouldnt be content any other way. "a DREAM is a WISH your HEART makes" - cinderella

(pinterest)

 

a dreamer has the ability to become lost. i need to be lost sometimes for this is when i truly find myself. a good book. a mysterious door leading to somewhere enchanted. or sitting alone and collecting my thoughts. all of these are a bit like possessing a magic wand.

with a wave of my magic wand

(barbara cb)

a magic wand taking you where you want to go. where you want to be.

i quite often have this image that im running, not for “for my life” running, but perhaps playing a game of catch with my littles. we are so content. laughing. my girls wearing a crown of forest moss and wildflowers. and my boys with their makeshift bow & arrows from the findings of wood on the forest floor. all are barefoot, feeling refreshed from the morning dew on the velvet ground, covered with all sorts of moss.

Woodland Newborn halo Photo Prop Moss and flower head wrap

(greybirdnest on Etsy)

its the same dream……quite often. i flourish when im lost. my creativity flows. i move to a different rythym. gracefully and quick like a fawn.

Story Inspiration: A girl with light auburn hair and freckles stared at me. I looked at her, from the ground where Quint had left me. She began to grow antlers from her head. Then her face took form of a snout. Slowly, she transformed into a deer. Not a fully grown one. Just a fawn. She stared at me again with beady, deer eyes, then galloped away.

(pinterest)

i see my own babes have inherited this lost nature. at times it prohibits them from accomplishing simple things. but they are pure. they are fresh. so when the nature for becoming lost calls them….they go. without a care in the world. and i simply love it. i love it because they understand what it means to dream. how does one accomplish such greatness without a dream?

you need to dream. to believe. to put faith in. to be lost.

 

Lost….

I have this feeling of being “lost”….looking all around for that familiarity that I once knew. How did I lose my way? Would it make sense that doing routine things everyday, things that would appear familiar creates some sort of lost feeling.

What exactly did I lose….myself I suppose…..and I think that perhaps it’s okay when raising a family. I want to feel something…..have you ever had the slightest paper cut that by habit you would put slight pressure on just to feel the wound, to know that you can feel? I have……

I have been wanting so much to feel God wrap His love around me…….my whole being, to feel tingles because His love encompasses me so……I need and crave it. I have had quite a few convos with the Big Man upstairs as of late…..help me find my way….show me, dont allow me to become lost……..

I stopped looking for the familiar and just decided that hey, I’m kind of a lost soul, I didn’t want to be one, I dont want to raise my children while Im not even sure of who I am……but today, without looking, something familiar, something I once knew came back to me

There were trees outside with honeysuckle pink blossoms dancing like ballerinas, dancing to a song that the wind created as the light wind rustled through the leaves, a song that only nature could create, a song that was pure perfection. As I walked closer the scent of these blossoms filled me, filled me to the brim and it created an apparent smile that wasnt worth hiding from anyone….you see, the scent was my Grams, it was her….The smell was so familiar, it was a mixture of euphoric, magical, peaceful.

With the hue and scent also came along was a sense of calm….I was still within myself, allowing myself to just be, to recognize who I am and what I will be. I will have my own song that nature will create for me and my own dance to follow suit. I will not be lost, but positively free….I will enhance the teachings to my children, not to lose sight of who they are and who they will become…..they will become something…..and I will become the illustration to show them how.

Thank you God……thank you Grams for the song and dance

 

DREAM GARDEN

(Kiara de Krosse via Pinterest)