Tuesday, October 3, 2017

St. Mary’s Peak

As we debate the merits of city parks with wood chips versus sand, I remember my childhood playground.  This “park” did not have swings, slides, or a splash pad, but climbing up rocks (with or without ropes) and jumping off waterfalls more than compensated.  My current encounters with wildlife consist of spiders, bugs and one neighborhood possum.  Back then no thought was given to such small critters; we were on the lookout for deer, bears, and the occasional moose.  It seems like an ideal way to grow up, scampering up trees and swimming in icy glacial lakes where numbness set in the second a toe hit the water.  However, looking back I can see the true value was in encounters with God’s grace and creation while forming strong friendships on those hiking trails (or more often through the underbrush as we forged our own way).  Today the experiences may be different, but the fostering of lasting relationships can hopefully be replicated.  

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Tea Season

Tea Season has begun in earnest, which is San Diego’s version of Fall.  Temperatures are not quite cold enough to warrant scarves and sweaters, but a warm beverage is no longer out of place.  Even in this temperate climate, there are signs that summer is no longer.  The leaves have been talking excitedly as they turn brilliant colors, and their whispers fill the air with a creative energy.  It is hard to remain aloof to artistic suggestions, and taking a hint from the leaves, it might be time to buckle down and create.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

2 Years Later...

The shy little caterpillar grew and grew.
And then one day she turned two...

The productivity over the last two years cannot be underestimated. Creating invitations (which is always pure joy) inevitably led to actual parties.  And so the years were tangibly celebrated, though a continuation of such calendar accuracy should not be expected.

Now the coffee shop lifestyle is back bringing hope of forthcoming projects.  Cobbling together sentences with words that are scattered every which way seems daunting, but those words are as beautiful as ever and calling for someone to tidy them up.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

When a month is a lifetime…

The cartoon caterpillar joined us the first week of August - surprising everyone with her early arrival. I love that her birth date (8-7-15) is a balanced equation -  although to remember her birthday I do have to make sure August is converted to the numerical month in my mind before knowing with certainty the day is correct.

We have all survived the first month.  People keep telling us to hang in there and it gets better, and I can see the cute caterpillar nodding wisely and determining to be patient with us for a little bit longer.  I find myself thanking her before wondering, “Wait, weren’t they talking to me?”  However, along with almost all of our other emotions, she has successfully stolen our sympathy – Life can be hard work!  

The rocking, walking, shushing, and singing has made one of us permanently sleepy, but it has had minimal effect for the one it was intended.  However, the caterpillar enjoyed a refreshing nap on the beach lulled by the ocean waves without the well-meaning but useless parental provided sleep aides.

Everything is a first – her first chuckle/snort happened when Phin and I first tried to sing a lullaby – we now just lip sync to youtube videos at bedtime.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

August Confessions

-        I am still wearing my regular clothes one week from my due date – this is not an indication of how little I am, because people are now moving to the grass when they see me walking down the sidewalk.  Instead it is making me re-think my fashion sense, and wondering if I need a wardrobe makeover.

-        Speaking of maternity wear – why is all the emphasis on clothes?  Shoes were/are a much bigger problem.  I now know the image of “barefoot and pregnant” is iconic not just to illustrate social economics, but because shoes become unwearable.  (Crocs in 3 sizes too big = perfect maternity shoe)

-        My sister left a TUB of spanish candy in the cupboard and sadly I ate it all (I won’t divulge how many hours/days it took me).  I would like to blame this on my side-kicker, but alas, my weakness for sweets and capacity to consume in bulk has been well established.  (I wish I could forget the incident of the 2004 orange/chocolate cake, but it is too delicious)

-        9 months is a long time to wait (pretending to be a kangaroo made it a little more tolerable until I lost the hop in my step)