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Showing posts with label Daily Musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daily Musings. Show all posts
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Imagine
I thought I would leave you a gift at the door step of my blog today.
I know we have all heard this song before but I can never listen to it without being fully conscious and present. The lyrics pull me into a state of mind unlike any song and that deep place inside me, dark and mysterious as a the waters surrounding Avalon, really gets the message of the song through. Some musicians are more than just musicians, they border on prophetic, and John Lennon is a master of lyrical prophesy.
I found myself singing this last night as I did the dishes after dinner. Singing during the dishes is a ritual of mine - dishes themselves are a sacred ritual, a daily meditation. As the Amish say "Dishes are never a chore." Sing this song the next time you're rubbing, sloshing, soaping and rinsing. Just as burning sage clears the space before a magickal rite, doing the dishes clears the space for our nutritional ritual circle.
Blessings
Psst! For a special geek treat go here and listen to Scott Bakula (aka Sam Becket, aka Captain Archer)'s version of Imagine set to clips from Enterprise. Ohhhh...Scott Bakula *swoons slightly*
Imagine
I thought I would leave you a gift at the door step of my blog today.
I know we have all heard this song before but I can never listen to it without being fully conscious and present. The lyrics pull me into a state of mind unlike any song and that deep place inside me, dark and mysterious as a the waters surrounding Avalon, really gets the message of the song through. Some musicians are more than just musicians, they border on prophetic, and John Lennon is a master of lyrical prophesy.
I found myself singing this last night as I did the dishes after dinner. Singing during the dishes is a ritual of mine - dishes themselves are a sacred ritual, a daily meditation. As the Amish say "Dishes are never a chore." Sing this song the next time you're rubbing, sloshing, soaping and rinsing. Just as burning sage clears the space before a magickal rite, doing the dishes clears the space for our nutritional ritual circle.
Blessings
Psst! For a special geek treat go here and listen to Scott Bakula (aka Sam Becket, aka Captain Archer)'s version of Imagine set to clips from Enterprise. Ohhhh...Scott Bakula *swoons slightly*
Friday, June 27, 2008
Fires and Chicken Pox
It seems like things in my life keep raging on, in one way or another....
We woke up to our 5th day in a row of smoke filled skies. The Northern California fires burn on, and even though they are making steady progress in putting them out I'm getting really tired being inside all the time :( The kids have chicken pox so we're stuck at home and inside on top of that!
The good news is that the chicken pox is very mild, we had chicken pox party and shared it with willing friends. We played the "share a honey stick" game and "say your ABCs with a spoon in your mouth, now pass the spoon to your friend" game!
The kids thought we were nuts I think!
Here's a snipet of my hororscope, I think it's very true:
"Friday, Jun 27th, 2008 -- The intensity of your feelings builds throughout the day, moving you to express yourself in a creative way."
We woke up to our 5th day in a row of smoke filled skies. The Northern California fires burn on, and even though they are making steady progress in putting them out I'm getting really tired being inside all the time :( The kids have chicken pox so we're stuck at home and inside on top of that!
The good news is that the chicken pox is very mild, we had chicken pox party and shared it with willing friends. We played the "share a honey stick" game and "say your ABCs with a spoon in your mouth, now pass the spoon to your friend" game!
The kids thought we were nuts I think!
Here's a snipet of my hororscope, I think it's very true:
"Friday, Jun 27th, 2008 -- The intensity of your feelings builds throughout the day, moving you to express yourself in a creative way."
Fires and Chicken Pox
It seems like things in my life keep raging on, in one way or another....
We woke up to our 5th day in a row of smoke filled skies. The Northern California fires burn on, and even though they are making steady progress in putting them out I'm getting really tired being inside all the time :( The kids have chicken pox so we're stuck at home and inside on top of that!
The good news is that the chicken pox is very mild, we had chicken pox party and shared it with willing friends. We played the "share a honey stick" game and "say your ABCs with a spoon in your mouth, now pass the spoon to your friend" game!
The kids thought we were nuts I think!
Here's a snipet of my hororscope, I think it's very true:
"Friday, Jun 27th, 2008 -- The intensity of your feelings builds throughout the day, moving you to express yourself in a creative way."
We woke up to our 5th day in a row of smoke filled skies. The Northern California fires burn on, and even though they are making steady progress in putting them out I'm getting really tired being inside all the time :( The kids have chicken pox so we're stuck at home and inside on top of that!
The good news is that the chicken pox is very mild, we had chicken pox party and shared it with willing friends. We played the "share a honey stick" game and "say your ABCs with a spoon in your mouth, now pass the spoon to your friend" game!
The kids thought we were nuts I think!
Here's a snipet of my hororscope, I think it's very true:
"Friday, Jun 27th, 2008 -- The intensity of your feelings builds throughout the day, moving you to express yourself in a creative way."
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
A Day in the Life of Me
8 AM Wake up
Breakfast (usually 6 grain hot cerel, oatmeal, pancakes, toast or eggs)
Clean House / Do Dishes
Check email
Start Lunch
Homeschool, Game or Activity
Lunch (our largest meal of the day)
After lunch clean up
Daily Task
Monday - Family Circle Evening and laundry
Tuesday - Shopping
Wednesday - Sewing and mending
Thursday - Writing
Friday - Scripture study
Saturday - Baking
Sunday - Church (but church is at 9 am on Sundays
so the schedule is off that day)
Quiet Time
Yoga
Dinner
Baths, Game, Activity or Walk
8 PM Kids to bed
I *try* to stick to this routine but everyday has it's challeges and it's nurse-a-thons!
A Day in the Life of Me
8 AM Wake up
Breakfast (usually 6 grain hot cerel, oatmeal, pancakes, toast or eggs)
Clean House / Do Dishes
Check email
Start Lunch
Homeschool, Game or Activity
Lunch (our largest meal of the day)
After lunch clean up
Daily Task
Monday - Family Circle Evening and laundry
Tuesday - Shopping
Wednesday - Sewing and mending
Thursday - Writing
Friday - Scripture study
Saturday - Baking
Sunday - Church (but church is at 9 am on Sundays
so the schedule is off that day)
Quiet Time
Yoga
Dinner
Baths, Game, Activity or Walk
8 PM Kids to bed
I *try* to stick to this routine but everyday has it's challeges and it's nurse-a-thons!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Haircuts!
It's that time of year, hot, sticky, dirty, muddy and bug filled.
It's time for short hair! Nykki's is a little bit pixie/punk. What do you think? I did it myself as always. In another life I'm a hair dresser.
It's time for short hair! Nykki's is a little bit pixie/punk. What do you think? I did it myself as always. In another life I'm a hair dresser.
Haircuts!
It's that time of year, hot, sticky, dirty, muddy and bug filled.
It's time for short hair! Nykki's is a little bit pixie/punk. What do you think? I did it myself as always. In another life I'm a hair dresser.
It's time for short hair! Nykki's is a little bit pixie/punk. What do you think? I did it myself as always. In another life I'm a hair dresser.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Just Wanted to Share
We took some pics for the flyer for our Waldorf inspired playgroup, Magic Madrones which starts in March at the studio I teach yoga at. They came out so sweet I just had to share!
Just Wanted to Share
We took some pics for the flyer for our Waldorf inspired playgroup, Magic Madrones which starts in March at the studio I teach yoga at. They came out so sweet I just had to share!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Heath Ledger Dead at 28
The actor Heath Ledger was found dead in his apartment today, he was 28 years old.
I'm not one to gush on and on about celebs (point of fact, I hate celebs) but Heath Ledger was one that I really liked. He was a talented young actor in a day when talent and acting seem to so rarely go together anymore. (Although you can check out the most talented actor I know here).
His unbelievable portrayal of Enis in Brokeback Mountain was so moving that after watching it for the first time Seth and I conceived Ronan. No joke. I seriously considered giving Ronan the middle name Enis but Seth didn't like it.
Heath had guts, brains, talent and style. Not to mention he was gorgeous in a classic way.
He will be missed.
Heath Ledger Dead at 28
The actor Heath Ledger was found dead in his apartment today, he was 28 years old.
I'm not one to gush on and on about celebs (point of fact, I hate celebs) but Heath Ledger was one that I really liked. He was a talented young actor in a day when talent and acting seem to so rarely go together anymore. (Although you can check out the most talented actor I know here).
His unbelievable portrayal of Enis in Brokeback Mountain was so moving that after watching it for the first time Seth and I conceived Ronan. No joke. I seriously considered giving Ronan the middle name Enis but Seth didn't like it.
Heath had guts, brains, talent and style. Not to mention he was gorgeous in a classic way.
He will be missed.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Story Teller
Here's Harry the Gnome who lives under the largest root of the biggest Madrone tree in the forest. He gets up to all kinds of crazy adventures that I tell to Nykki during story time. Nykki came up with his own character named Harry the Mouse who also happens to live under the largest root in the biggest Madrone tree in the forest and is equally adventurous, often meeting up with the same characters along the way as Harry the Gnome does.
One of my favorite hats I wear as a mother is the story teller hat. Like a wise Celtic bard singing tales of brave Gods and Goddess or heros who fought back Roman invaders - I am part of a rich oral tradition, weaving words like a web, strong enough to hold a wonderous tale.
Story Teller
Here's Harry the Gnome who lives under the largest root of the biggest Madrone tree in the forest. He gets up to all kinds of crazy adventures that I tell to Nykki during story time. Nykki came up with his own character named Harry the Mouse who also happens to live under the largest root in the biggest Madrone tree in the forest and is equally adventurous, often meeting up with the same characters along the way as Harry the Gnome does.
One of my favorite hats I wear as a mother is the story teller hat. Like a wise Celtic bard singing tales of brave Gods and Goddess or heros who fought back Roman invaders - I am part of a rich oral tradition, weaving words like a web, strong enough to hold a wonderous tale.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Dance Party!
What do you do with some hyper, rainy-winter-day kids?
Have a dance party of course!
We found this new internet site called Pandora.com that we LOVE. You choose an artist or band you like (like U2), you know someone great that you can listen to all the time (like U2), a band with a super sexy lead singer that you've dreamed about since you were 12 (like U2), a band you're nearly obsessed with as a grown woman and a band you were diffenetly obsessed with as a girl (like U2), you know the kind I mean, the kind of band where they sound so great and look so good in their tight, 1987, Joshua Tree-esque blue jeans and leather vest, shoulder length black hair framing their bright blue eyes and refined celtic features. I mean they were so good looking that you had birthday parties with your firends for the band members when you were like 16 and you took pictures and you....
*a-hem*
*cough*
uh, er, I mean well, anways, so say you like a band (like U2) and you put in the band's name and Pandora.com plays random songs from that awesome band and throws in some other tunes from bands similar to the band you're listening to (as if anyone could really be like U2, *snort*) but anyways it's great, it's free, so check it out.
Oh yeah, I was talking about my kids wasn't I?
So we like to strike up Pandora.com (our own personal U2 station) and have a dance party. Here's some pics :)
Some cool orbs in this one
By the way, if you get a chance go and see Across the Universe. We saw it at the theater a few nights ago and the man, none other than Bono himself made a camio appearance (speaking of U2, oh, was I speaking about U2, oh yeah I think they did come up in this post didn't they?).
Cheers!
Have a dance party of course!
We found this new internet site called Pandora.com that we LOVE. You choose an artist or band you like (like U2), you know someone great that you can listen to all the time (like U2), a band with a super sexy lead singer that you've dreamed about since you were 12 (like U2), a band you're nearly obsessed with as a grown woman and a band you were diffenetly obsessed with as a girl (like U2), you know the kind I mean, the kind of band where they sound so great and look so good in their tight, 1987, Joshua Tree-esque blue jeans and leather vest, shoulder length black hair framing their bright blue eyes and refined celtic features. I mean they were so good looking that you had birthday parties with your firends for the band members when you were like 16 and you took pictures and you....
*a-hem*
*cough*
uh, er, I mean well, anways, so say you like a band (like U2) and you put in the band's name and Pandora.com plays random songs from that awesome band and throws in some other tunes from bands similar to the band you're listening to (as if anyone could really be like U2, *snort*) but anyways it's great, it's free, so check it out.
Oh yeah, I was talking about my kids wasn't I?
So we like to strike up Pandora.com (our own personal U2 station) and have a dance party. Here's some pics :)
Some cool orbs in this one
By the way, if you get a chance go and see Across the Universe. We saw it at the theater a few nights ago and the man, none other than Bono himself made a camio appearance (speaking of U2, oh, was I speaking about U2, oh yeah I think they did come up in this post didn't they?).
Cheers!
Dance Party!
What do you do with some hyper, rainy-winter-day kids?
Have a dance party of course!
We found this new internet site called Pandora.com that we LOVE. You choose an artist or band you like (like U2), you know someone great that you can listen to all the time (like U2), a band with a super sexy lead singer that you've dreamed about since you were 12 (like U2), a band you're nearly obsessed with as a grown woman and a band you were diffenetly obsessed with as a girl (like U2), you know the kind I mean, the kind of band where they sound so great and look so good in their tight, 1987, Joshua Tree-esque blue jeans and leather vest, shoulder length black hair framing their bright blue eyes and refined celtic features. I mean they were so good looking that you had birthday parties with your firends for the band members when you were like 16 and you took pictures and you....
*a-hem*
*cough*
uh, er, I mean well, anways, so say you like a band (like U2) and you put in the band's name and Pandora.com plays random songs from that awesome band and throws in some other tunes from bands similar to the band you're listening to (as if anyone could really be like U2, *snort*) but anyways it's great, it's free, so check it out.
Oh yeah, I was talking about my kids wasn't I?
So we like to strike up Pandora.com (our own personal U2 station) and have a dance party. Here's some pics :)
Some cool orbs in this one
By the way, if you get a chance go and see Across the Universe. We saw it at the theater a few nights ago and the man, none other than Bono himself made a camio appearance (speaking of U2, oh, was I speaking about U2, oh yeah I think they did come up in this post didn't they?).
Cheers!
Have a dance party of course!
We found this new internet site called Pandora.com that we LOVE. You choose an artist or band you like (like U2), you know someone great that you can listen to all the time (like U2), a band with a super sexy lead singer that you've dreamed about since you were 12 (like U2), a band you're nearly obsessed with as a grown woman and a band you were diffenetly obsessed with as a girl (like U2), you know the kind I mean, the kind of band where they sound so great and look so good in their tight, 1987, Joshua Tree-esque blue jeans and leather vest, shoulder length black hair framing their bright blue eyes and refined celtic features. I mean they were so good looking that you had birthday parties with your firends for the band members when you were like 16 and you took pictures and you....
*a-hem*
*cough*
uh, er, I mean well, anways, so say you like a band (like U2) and you put in the band's name and Pandora.com plays random songs from that awesome band and throws in some other tunes from bands similar to the band you're listening to (as if anyone could really be like U2, *snort*) but anyways it's great, it's free, so check it out.
Oh yeah, I was talking about my kids wasn't I?
So we like to strike up Pandora.com (our own personal U2 station) and have a dance party. Here's some pics :)
Some cool orbs in this one
By the way, if you get a chance go and see Across the Universe. We saw it at the theater a few nights ago and the man, none other than Bono himself made a camio appearance (speaking of U2, oh, was I speaking about U2, oh yeah I think they did come up in this post didn't they?).
Cheers!
Friday, January 4, 2008
Holding on to something....
Oya has paid us a visit and like many of the forms that Heavenly Mother takes, this visit does not go unoticed. Stripping away the dead wood and branches of our lives she is clearing Mendocino county out today and is expected to stick around through the weekend to put things in the order she likes.
So put down what you were doing and turn off those silly electrical gadgets, she doesn't like those buzzing things. Sit out an extra plate of food, make up a warm bed and let her do her thing. Oh, and don't try to "save" your stuff, she hates that. The firmer you stand the crisper the sound you make when you break. "The tree that bends in the storm is the one that will survive" come the words of the women's bible which is written on the face of our earth and in the stars of our sky in a language anyone can read.
Rain is poring down upon us like a river from heaven. The steams and creeks are overflowing. The streets are turning into raging white water rapids. People are stranded, roads are closed, thousands and thousands of our Mendocino county brothers and sisters are without power, we are some of the lucky few - our lights are still on for now.
The local stores have been radid, ATM machines are down - cash only policies leave some without means to even attempt to get supplies. The winds blow fierce outside, sounding like the cries and moans of the band sidhe. I tried to sleep last night while the rain gushed down, beating like an enormous drum outside our bedroom. We awoke to the sight of madrone trees being twisted and wretched by the winds.
One friend barely made it to her home this morning, the water was half way up the door to her car. Another friend of ours is staring out her apartment window at a community pool ready to overflow any minute. A family down in town waits as their back yard floods, the water levels drop, and then it floods again. The post office has stopped most service and is only handing out packages in town to those who can make it.
Jack Frost is riding down this way tonight and the rain will turn to snow by tomorrow says the lady on the radio and we expect to see an icy blanket covering the forest tomorrow.
And we'll be here, under wool and corn silk blankets - reading, knitting, telling stories and waiting it out, looking forward to the fresh day after Oya leaves town.
Much respect.
So put down what you were doing and turn off those silly electrical gadgets, she doesn't like those buzzing things. Sit out an extra plate of food, make up a warm bed and let her do her thing. Oh, and don't try to "save" your stuff, she hates that. The firmer you stand the crisper the sound you make when you break. "The tree that bends in the storm is the one that will survive" come the words of the women's bible which is written on the face of our earth and in the stars of our sky in a language anyone can read.
Rain is poring down upon us like a river from heaven. The steams and creeks are overflowing. The streets are turning into raging white water rapids. People are stranded, roads are closed, thousands and thousands of our Mendocino county brothers and sisters are without power, we are some of the lucky few - our lights are still on for now.
The local stores have been radid, ATM machines are down - cash only policies leave some without means to even attempt to get supplies. The winds blow fierce outside, sounding like the cries and moans of the band sidhe. I tried to sleep last night while the rain gushed down, beating like an enormous drum outside our bedroom. We awoke to the sight of madrone trees being twisted and wretched by the winds.
One friend barely made it to her home this morning, the water was half way up the door to her car. Another friend of ours is staring out her apartment window at a community pool ready to overflow any minute. A family down in town waits as their back yard floods, the water levels drop, and then it floods again. The post office has stopped most service and is only handing out packages in town to those who can make it.
Jack Frost is riding down this way tonight and the rain will turn to snow by tomorrow says the lady on the radio and we expect to see an icy blanket covering the forest tomorrow.
And we'll be here, under wool and corn silk blankets - reading, knitting, telling stories and waiting it out, looking forward to the fresh day after Oya leaves town.
Much respect.
Holding on to something....
Oya has paid us a visit and like many of the forms that Heavenly Mother takes, this visit does not go unoticed. Stripping away the dead wood and branches of our lives she is clearing Mendocino county out today and is expected to stick around through the weekend to put things in the order she likes.
So put down what you were doing and turn off those silly electrical gadgets, she doesn't like those buzzing things. Sit out an extra plate of food, make up a warm bed and let her do her thing. Oh, and don't try to "save" your stuff, she hates that. The firmer you stand the crisper the sound you make when you break. "The tree that bends in the storm is the one that will survive" come the words of the women's bible which is written on the face of our earth and in the stars of our sky in a language anyone can read.
Rain is poring down upon us like a river from heaven. The steams and creeks are overflowing. The streets are turning into raging white water rapids. People are stranded, roads are closed, thousands and thousands of our Mendocino county brothers and sisters are without power, we are some of the lucky few - our lights are still on for now.
The local stores have been radid, ATM machines are down - cash only policies leave some without means to even attempt to get supplies. The winds blow fierce outside, sounding like the cries and moans of the band sidhe. I tried to sleep last night while the rain gushed down, beating like an enormous drum outside our bedroom. We awoke to the sight of madrone trees being twisted and wretched by the winds.
One friend barely made it to her home this morning, the water was half way up the door to her car. Another friend of ours is staring out her apartment window at a community pool ready to overflow any minute. A family down in town waits as their back yard floods, the water levels drop, and then it floods again. The post office has stopped most service and is only handing out packages in town to those who can make it.
Jack Frost is riding down this way tonight and the rain will turn to snow by tomorrow says the lady on the radio and we expect to see an icy blanket covering the forest tomorrow.
And we'll be here, under wool and corn silk blankets - reading, knitting, telling stories and waiting it out, looking forward to the fresh day after Oya leaves town.
Much respect.
So put down what you were doing and turn off those silly electrical gadgets, she doesn't like those buzzing things. Sit out an extra plate of food, make up a warm bed and let her do her thing. Oh, and don't try to "save" your stuff, she hates that. The firmer you stand the crisper the sound you make when you break. "The tree that bends in the storm is the one that will survive" come the words of the women's bible which is written on the face of our earth and in the stars of our sky in a language anyone can read.
Rain is poring down upon us like a river from heaven. The steams and creeks are overflowing. The streets are turning into raging white water rapids. People are stranded, roads are closed, thousands and thousands of our Mendocino county brothers and sisters are without power, we are some of the lucky few - our lights are still on for now.
The local stores have been radid, ATM machines are down - cash only policies leave some without means to even attempt to get supplies. The winds blow fierce outside, sounding like the cries and moans of the band sidhe. I tried to sleep last night while the rain gushed down, beating like an enormous drum outside our bedroom. We awoke to the sight of madrone trees being twisted and wretched by the winds.
One friend barely made it to her home this morning, the water was half way up the door to her car. Another friend of ours is staring out her apartment window at a community pool ready to overflow any minute. A family down in town waits as their back yard floods, the water levels drop, and then it floods again. The post office has stopped most service and is only handing out packages in town to those who can make it.
Jack Frost is riding down this way tonight and the rain will turn to snow by tomorrow says the lady on the radio and we expect to see an icy blanket covering the forest tomorrow.
And we'll be here, under wool and corn silk blankets - reading, knitting, telling stories and waiting it out, looking forward to the fresh day after Oya leaves town.
Much respect.
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