Rainy Days and Mondays

The Carpenters ~ Rainy Days and Mondays

It's another grey day in this longest/shortest month of the year.
February has always been a difficult month for me, this one hasn't been an exception.
I'm struggling to balance my many roles with my own personal needs...
trying hard to hold on tight...
trying hard to just let go...
if only I knew which.

Love Thursday:: Reaching

Only as high as I reach can I grow,

only as far as I seek can I go,

only as deep as I look can I see,

only as much as I dream can I be."

~ Karen Ravn

I have, of course, always believed in the limitless potential of my brown-eyed girl. Lately, albeit quite slowly, I am rediscovering and reconneting with that part of me that believes in my own.

Love Thursday xo

I hope that wherever this finds you...

you can feel it.

xo

The Way She Sees It

Out and about with my brown-eyed girl today, she says to me...

"It's such a lovely song the birds are singing, isn't it Mama?"

And I stopped.  

I hadn't heard their song, my own internal monologue running over the list of to-do's for the afternoon, but there it was bright and clear and lovely indeed.  And as we stood there together, I couldn't honestly remember the last time I'd heard birds singing.  And that got me to thinking about all the other things I might not be hearing because of the internal chattering going on in my head. 

I wanted to take a photo of these little songbirds but try as we might we just couldn't spy them. Today, I suppose I was only meant to listen.

And listen I did.

We didn't run errands today.  

We didn't cross off any to-do's.

Instead, we sat together at a coffee shop and she drank her hot chocolate and I drank my tea.  And she made funny faces and I took her photo.  And I thought about how truly amazing the way she sees it is. 

I thought about the innocence of her question and the simple beauty of its answer.  

What do you think would happen if you stopped what you were doing and stood still today?

What do you think you would hear if you turned down the voices inside your head?

I dare say, you might just hear the whisperings of HOPE.

Just So We're Clear

February arrived yesterday.  

It blew into town with a very clear message that winter's not quite finished with us yet...

I replied with a very clear message of my own.

I believe...