touching a nerve

It would seem that the post I put up a few days ago touched a few nerves.Those words certainly fired mine.

Thank you everyone! I am beyond overwhelmed and encouraged by all of your words.

And then last night happened.

Jenny, The Bloggess, as she often does, found the words I was feeling last night and today:

I’m sad about last night for a lot of reasons.  And if you are human, and allow yourself to be so, then you probably are too.  Maybe it’s the verdict that upset you, or the destruction afterwards, or the long and difficult path that has led us here and has shown us we have so much further to go before we get to the place where we want to be…a place where kindness and compassion and vulnerability are the things which can be lauded and seen and encouraged and felt.  Or maybe, like me, you’re upset about all of those things and you feel too defeated to want to care anymore.

But if you’re like me, you can’t switch those emotions off.  It’s so much easier to turn those feelings of vulnerability and hurt into a shield of rage.  Rage feels powerful and strong.  It feels good.  And rage is important.  But not at the cost of compassion.  If, like me, today you woke up weary and wanting to become numb, or turn away, or lash out angrily at everyone involved then I feel you.  But I encourage you to keep compassion at the forefront.  Remember humanity.  Remember that your words and actions make a difference.  Remember that the majority of us are so much better than the worse things we see in the news, and that so many of us are leading a quiet revolution to be kind, and compassionate, and to listen to the hurt, and amplify the things that will make a positive difference in our world.  It’s a quiet revolution that will never be covered on CNN.  It’s a movement of people who redirect anger to kindness.  Who listen even when it’s painful.  Who take the hurt of others on ourselves and feel it so that we can become better people.  Who wade into horrible online threads and inject compassion and reason because we know that it can become contagious if done the right way.  Who hope that reason and empathy will somehow lead to a place which is safer for our children and grandchildren.

Yes.

I like to think that Jenny’s words followed by her call to action is what led to the staggering spike in donations to the Ferguson, Missouri library because perhaps what the citizens of Ferguson need most right now is a quiet sanctuary along with our compassion…especially if we just don’t understand.

I know that I don’t. even after spending part of my afternoon reading through just some of the Grand Jury’s transcripts.

Oof!

No I don’t understand. I imagine that I never will. But I can be outraged. I can also have compassion for people who are obviously hurting right now in a way that I can never possibly imagine or understand; and so while watching my own circus clowns as they enjoyed our new (to us) “dining room table” I ignored the hate and the rage expressed from all sides all over social media and I prayed, I gave what I could and I gave thanks that I could do these things.

Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are ~ Benjamin Franklin

feeling brave, feeling bold

You know that moment where you look at your five circus clowns and see that, oh my goodness, four of them are grown ups, adults who drive and work and vote and you managed to nurture and care for them without maiming or damaging or killing them because they are fully grown ADULTS! Sure that fifth one is still a kid, fast approaching adolescence complete with eye rolls and exasperated sighs that he has already perfected. There’s still the chance of messing up with the parenting but four out of five. That’s pretty good. That’s like 80%.

I wonder what it would be using Common Core math? No, I really don’t.

But, yeah, I’m feeling like I am pretty good at nurturing and caring for living things right now. If the kids aren’t proof enough there is this cactus plant.

Ignore it for for months and months because you kind of forgot about it sitting on top of that bookcase and what does it do? It flowers and grows and it’s pretty.

And so feeling brave, feeling bold, I pick up some houseplants because I have a great track record caring for living things. How hard can it be to care for more?

Yeah, I’m a little worried too.

 

this week on the iPhone

I may not take as many pictures with my Canon as I used toand I should be taking more…still I manage to take pictures because there is always my iPhone close at hand and Instagram.

She really is a pretty little thing and not nearly as bendy as the haters say that she is.

Rain finally came to to the Valley and I did ask my darling husband if he would rather take the car into work in the Bay Area rather than the bike because I could easily get up at o’dark thirty to take Jodie to work and then go home to sleep until it was time to take Daniel to school. No big deal. Jodie would have a triple latte ready for me when it was time to pick her up.

No was his answer.

He got soaked.

Oh well!

The morning after the rain is the best when everything is so fresh and clean…except the mom-car.

Oh, and sunrises as I leave work in the early morning are the best because, yes, I worked! I worked callback which is even better!!

The sunrise view in my mirror reminds me that my day is done…as soon as I drop my son off to school.

This son, my favorite son, who every day, all the time reminds me how lucky I am to say that I am his mom!

But LITERALLY the most exciting thing happening under the Big Top this week was these salt and pepper grinders.

Really!

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all that matters

One day away from the month of March, a.k.a. my birthday month, I find myself forced to consider the fact that Jodie will be graduating in less than 90 some odd days! I don’t know the exact number of days. Ask her. She, no doubt, has a countdown going on. It’s snowballing I tell you and although she isn’t my first…she’s my 4th…I find myself trying to wrap my head around the inevitable.

Honestly parents of those young, totally dependent ones who steal your sleep, slow down and savor the diapers, the potty training, the teething, the snuggles and all of that. No really.

My youngest daughter is thisclose to graduating from high school and dancing on to the next big thing for herself. FAFSAs for her and her other sisters still in school have been filed. Jodie is finishing up assorted grant and scholarship applications. Her cap and gown has been ordered; and all the other Senior activities preceding graduation are coming up fast and furious. There’s no getting away from this reality. She and I both consider whether she wants to send out grad announcements or not. Honestly, we are just not feeling what the school has contracted to offer so we start looking elsewhere. It’s then that I remember one of my favorite cards I received from a dear friend over the holidays which was printed by Minted. I loved the design as well as the overall quality of the card. So I began to look through what they have to offer in card designs for graduation. So many lovely designs created by Minted’s community of independent designers, all easily customizable to suit what Jodie (and her parents) want to share with everyone. There are definitely a couple designs that would be perfect…and affordable too because AMDA and dancing shoes and all it takes to feed that dancer ain’t cheap. Narrowed down to a couple possibilities, I find myself distracted as I explore what else Minted has to offer because they offer so much, so much good design that is their seasonal cards, wedding paper and decor products, stationery, party decor and art.

Art?

Yes, beautiful art for your walls.

through the fog by R studio

Beautiful photography.

And Per Se by Sarah Brown

Typography

Happy Monster by Shasta Knight

KIds prints…great baby gift ideas.

Wood Grain Hearts by Max and Bunny

Prints that celebrate Love & Marriage…great wedding gift ideas.

Heart Snapshot Mix Photo Art

And virtually endless custom art designs, like this one, I would love to see hanging on the walls here under the Big Top.

Are you looking for something truly eclectic and original to hang on your walls? Definitely check out Minted. Added bonus, Minted loves Moms. They donate a portion of all art sales to Every Mother Counts.

I was invited by Minted to check out and share with you all some of my favorite unique art designs that they offer. In exchange I received a credit towards a purchase of my own. 

seven minutes of awesomeness

Mima! Look what I can do.

And with seemingly no effort what so ever, Hazel lifts her right leg holding on to her ankle straight up and just stands there.

Of course it is made all the more awesome because she is wearing my Oz 3D glasses.

Want to know how long I can hold my leg like this?

How long, Hazel?

Oh about seven minutes. Watch…one…two…three…four…five…six…seven.

She lets go and lowers her leg down.

Seven minutes, Mima! Pretty cool, huh?

Definitely. Just as cool as your timekeeping skills, Hazel.

Uh-huh.

And she skips off into the other room.

Equally awesome is Hazelwood where you will find a different take on wooden wall art.

From sarcastic and crass to lovely and sentimental, you won’t find this stuff at Target. Oh and they take custom orders too. 100% of the profits support Hazel’s participation on the dance competition team and her ability to stretch her leg like that for “seven minutes” or more.