I'm working on a new series on the blog called FOR THE LOVE OF THREES. I have three babes whom I love and thought it might be neat to share those other things that I love on threes. My intention is to start next week from the beginning with those three "A" things I love. But for this first post I will share some that begin with "K". See I was thinking about being cozy but couldn't come up with three "C"s I wanted to use and since K and C sound the same I just went for it. The confusion will hopefully subside.
this is just chunky amazingness. Colours are to dye for and the table is such an industrial feel.
My loves. I feel as though it has been an eternity since I wrote to you from my heart. Sometimes the pace of life sweeps away the moments of remembering to pause, reflect, share. These precious days are filled with so much. Reading, creating, nourishing, loving, establishing and re-working our rhythm.
There is such a calm to our day. We all are able to marvel in each other and really connect because there exists no pressure to do and be without an expected transition. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
The structure of our day is so simplistic but filled with such joy. Making breakfast is my favourite part of the day. While you sit at the table doing an activity or hurry down the stairs dressed in your ballet best, I prepare a morning feast of sorts. To know that I am providing your first bit of energy is really fulfilling. We sit and eat together. The conversation is quiet but we are together.
Immediately we head outdoors. It is here where I begin to see your spirits set free and minds fill with possibilities. We venture. The day continues in such a manner. Learning and loving, always along the way.
Now, when the rhythm loses its flow it is felt by all. A sick babe is upset and needs time. A mama who loses patience and ill herself, needs a pause to reflect. Mama nature abrupt changes can throw us all into upheaval.
Let us promise to continue to love each other. Embrace each other even when the walls are confining.
In several days, we welcome two amazing babes into our home and further into our lives. Let us welcome them and intertwine our rhythm with theirs. The outcome will be magnificent.
Yesterday we had the first snowfall in our small ontario town. It is a soft blanket of frozen crystals that warms my heart with thoughts of everything "cozy": hot chocolate with a hint of cinnamon and chile, knitting the blanket for the babe I started a week before her birth, dreaming of building snow castles and sliding on icy hills, creating memories while rosy-ing our cheeks. Winter solstice is but month away but it's presence is welcomed enthusiastically.
black beanie & mittens from
Target (I needed them desperately) // all other items were thrifted // the blue Aztec poncho was thrifted from a vintage etsy shop
She is beautiful. She illuminates and lingers. She chases you on long drives. Always there, I feel she protects. She houses the warmth of our closest star and reflects it back to our bodies to be absorbed by our hearts. She is a goddess.
My relationship with Her has evolved. As a child she mystified. As a teen she was a beacon of literary influence and inspiration. Many a poem and deep thought came to fruition with her strong, full presence. As a young adult in university she was my companion on late study nights. She comforted and consoled.
I drifted, although she remained, as I maneuvered my way through motherhood. It wasn't until this past year that we revisited.
With the birth of the littlest babe, personal reflection was minimized. In the throws of loving, I at times, forgot to love myself. In the wakeful nights, I found myself being reminded to just breathe. Dressed in my favourite Aztec blue poncho, I would creep out to our iron fire escape and stare in awe. A conversation would begin from my end. Staring and spilling my inner most thoughts, She remained still and silent. I felt heard although no words were spoken. It was with She that I discovered myself again.
It is absurd to assume that She is real and has supernatural abilities to speak to me, but Her spirit lifted mine and for that I honour. To know that each being on Earth can look up and speak to Her creates such a joy in my heart. She connects. She embodies life. Without her water does not shift. Her gravitational pull moves oceans and undoubtedly, us being mainly composed of l'eau, how can one not be moved by Her.
I honour her on this full moon because as I get older her effects have become more noticeable and fill me with a love and positivity that I need to express gratitude for.
So while I dream, thank you for watching wake fully in my lace covered windows.