Last week my son moved up from the Junior to Senior Montessori classroom. These spiders for Halloween were among some of the last art projects he did before the move. I am endlessly fascinated by 1) how the teachers manage to get the toddlers to do such neat work and 2) how his hands are…
When I was first doing the #100happydays challenge on Instagram I started playing around with their manual photo editing options to see what was possible. Aside from the occasional dramatisation, however, I mostly stayed away from doing more than tweaking photos, either to correct saturation or exposure, sharpen or blur, or other minor alterations. I…
It is clear that my intended thoughts which I began writing yesterday are not yet ready to be written down and out. It’s like… having various pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and you know what the end image should look like, but you can’t get the pieces to fit together correctly. I guess I will need…
Yesterday I mentioned that sometimes I have endless patience as a parent in situations that should by all rights leave me tearing my hair out. Today was not one of those times. Neither is my writing cooperating with me today, with my half-written post intended for today not coming together the way I want it…
I’ve come to realise that there are some parenting things I’m surprisingly good at. For example, I have discovered that sometimes I seem to tap some secret, bottomless well of patience in circumstances where, some inner detached part of me observes, I should by all rights be losing the plot and tearing my hair out.…
Friday evening is usually about collapsing on the couch after the toddler is in bed. It’s brain dead poking of the internet or reading something that doesn’t ask you to engage your higher intellectual functions. It’s feeling the weight of the whole week of work and stress and chaos in your weary muscles. But you…
I do actually have serious things I want to write about but I am feeling somewhat low on the motivation and energy front. The absence of those two makes for poor inspiration, in that I have ideas for topics, but I cannot find the spark that seems to inspire that organic flow of words that…
I had an epiphany in the middle of yoga class this evening about how far I have really fallen off my workout wagon since the summer. It wasn’t a particularly happy epiphany and made for an awkward class as I struggled to find my balance, physically and metaphorically. I had a pretty decent routine of…
The Feathered Rose 