this evening i was looking forward with anticipation to write. both jake & i have found ourselves in the midst of free flowing grace & rejuvenation. sneaking up from behind spring has caught our attention and we have been taken to love. i so deeply wanted to share what this spiritual experience has been like for th both of us, and as cory would say, "in a both both plural and singular way."
yet, this evening when the kids were over i was cutting us some cheese, fancy cheese that is - it was their night to try something new instead of the same ole' bran flakes & yogurt. in cutting the cheese (giggle, giggle) i sliced my finger and it hurts. it's also extremely awkward to attempt at typing with a long piece of jake's old underwear wrapped around my left hand ring finger, taped in place. reduce (not using disposal band-aids), reuse (we can use this bandage again after a nice washing), and recycle (it was jake's underwear at one time).
so tonight, a couple picture with short stories. perhaps next time - thoughts.
half of our garden. please don't ask what we're planting because all i have for you is "flowers & herbs!" we didn't label to keep us guessing. in the midst of cleaning though i took out the seed packages with the names and threw them in the recycling, which is long gone by now. see below the beautiful jars of yummy treats for two of my sisters for my birthday (which was great!): homemade peanut butter, barley, beans, olive oil, honey, beans, an empty candy jar (which we are intentionally keeping empty at this time), and popcorn.
on Sunday we headed up to Fox Lake for a day of laying out in the sun, walking, kissing, playing and motor cycle riding. our batteries in our camera ran out after this picture. therefore, this is all we have from our day away. previous to this day we were gifted with the opportunity to attend deep shift. you can read more about out time at our friend Rebecca's blog. ah - so many thoughts!
bike season is officially back! our my way to work this morning though i found myself in a bit of a bind,, literally, as my jean skirt kept on slipping under the back break and wedging itself between my break and back wheel. ugh! with forethought though i planned for my ride home to be more of a success than the ride to work. my solution: as seen above. it worked like a dream.
tonight the kids thought it was funny to lick dirt. i thought it was funny too and let them continue to do so, laughing. it's probably better than most of the crap they put in their bodies anyway.