corner view: synchronicity

Corner view is a weekly Wednesday gathering, originally hosted by Jane, now by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it photographic or writerly in form, from around the world. Come see the world’s corner view via the links on the sidebar!

On my birthday I knew what I wanted to do. As a Midwestern girl by birth, living my adulthood in the South, with a winter birthday, the flowers I would celebrate with were always purchased ones. This year, turning 40, I wanted to embrace my acquired Southerness and capture the beauty that Mother Nature offers up on my day. Once the children were down for their midday nap, I told Lovey I was heading over to the local Botanical Gardens to snap some pictures of what was in bloom. I grabbed my camera, the baby and my purse and opened the screen door to find….snow. As a Southern girl from the midwest- I hadn’t been treated to snow on my birthday in many, many years, and yes- living in the South- snow any day is a treat. Just ask Zuzu. Two years ago it snowed on Christmas which reportedly had not happened in this area in over one to two hundred years. The snowy clouds were light in our area but offered the lovely overcast that is just right for capturing the beauty around us. My birthday bouquet:

Happy 4th Birthday Quail!

Happy Birthday Quailee! Today is your 4th birthday. We are so blessed to be your family. What a phenomenal little one you are. Your birthday party is coming up next month and we’ll share our gratitude for you soon. But for now I’d like to note some of your favorite things throughout this past year as you have blossomed into such a, well, such a, YOU of a person. It’s funny how very much has changed, and yet stayed the same as your big personality lights our home and hearts. Much love…

The Quail’s Favorite Things:

Favorite TV Show: Barney!

Favorite Game: I Spy, Go Fish

Favorite Toy: baby dolls/kitchen toys/books

Favorite Breakfast: apple/prune smoothie, kefir and a bowl of Tastee-O’s with rasins

Favorite Lunch: pancakes with zzzzzzzzz (that’s her word for whipped cream) and waffles

Favorite Dinner: Veggie Corndogs with ketchup

Favorite Fruit: Bananas & Raisins (I’d be hard pressed to say which is number 1)

Favorite Veggie: none if she can help it, but she willing drinks a green-bean smoothie with dinner each night

Favorite Dessert: yes. Just be sure to offer her one, I will say in a mixed batch of Holiday treats she did go for the brownies routinely, and at one of our favorite bakeries she picks the gingerbread man each and everytime inspite of the soft swirls of frosting on every cookie around them.

Favorite Drink: Kefir

Favorite Color: yellow

Favorite Restaurant: McDonalds- and please be sure to get her the Cheeseburger happy meal, hold the fries. If you don’t she’ll swipe yours.

Favorite Sport: gymnastics and rascalin’ with her Stister

Favorite Toy: her duck-ducks that she sleeps with, pretend food and dishes and baby dolls

Favorite Song: “We Are the Dinasaurs!” We practice for gymnastics warm-up and she loves the stomping!

Favorite Book: yes. Girlfriend loves to look through books and be read to. Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom tops the charts along with the “There was an old lady who….” series.

Best Friend: Mariah & Zuzu & Sugarplum!

Favorite Day of the week: I think every day. Monday is gym class with Dad, OT Ginger and PT with Julie, Tuesday and Thursday she goes to public preschool and sees Ashley and Brandi and is always soooo excited to grab her backpack and head out the door early in the morning with her sister as she chants Renee (her teacher) all the way to the car, Wednesday she sees her buddies Monique and Brandi, Thursday she also sees Jodie and Friday she sees Ashley again. Weekends are homedays with her familial peeps. She goes to private pre-school Monday through Friday and loves that she is there with her sisters. Yes, a lot of those are therapists, but the Quail loves to go to school and is pretty territorial over her personal one-on-one time when her favorite grown-ups come to play.

Favorite Time of the day: The Quail loves bedtime, she grabs her stories and is settled in to sharing a bed with Zuzu these days.

Favorite Outfit: It has to have yellow, pockets and twirl with her be it a dress or skirt!

Favorite place to go: school and home- I’d say there is an equal level of excitement for both arrivals

I am 40.

photo courtesy of Zuzu

photo courtesy of Zuzu

I am 40 today. To be honest, I think I’ve always been a little bit 40, even from way back when a very young me mostly dressed in orthopedic Doc Martins and gray woolen cardigans with Kleenex tucked up the sleeve while sipping tea from the perch of my 1940’s solid maple Ethan Allen swivel rocker listening to Prairie Home Companion. Really the only “funny” feeling I have with this technical change in decade is the discombobulation that is coming with being officially older than the age my mother perpetually resides at in my head (It’s 37 if you are curious). I’m arriving to my 40’s in a pretty happy and contented state of being. One where “I’m good” would be the answer to most questions about the state of my life, and the changes I still feel I’d like to make one day. One where my daily boiled egg, cup of yogurt and coffee leave me feeling perky. Sound in the knowledge that it’s ok that I haven’t slept more than 5 hours at a stretch in over 6 years rather than finding it insomnia inducing.  

Which isn’t to say that I don’t see room for improvement (like maybe increase that hours of sleep a night number for starters). What exactly would I like to change in this coming decade? I’d like to yell less. I want to be more patient. I’d like to read more by myself and with my family. I’d like to increase my technical knowledge of photography. I’d like to declutter my home, my brain and my email folders. I’d like to have a seasonal, familial, daily rhythm to the food my family and I eat and the time we spend together.  I’d like to have a weekly pattern of walking, gardening and yoga. I’d like to completely rid my brain of the guilt that piles up when I don’t meet my own expectations in life so that I can move on more quickly to trying again. I’d like to write a book.   I’d like to make a yearly book of our family’s life and one of our families recipes. I’d like to use more of what I already own more regularly. I’d like to go back to seeing more live music shows and traveling regularly. I want to continue to see the magic in the ordinary of our days.
What have I learned in the last 40 years? Here are the highlights- and yes- I know there are many contradictions in here. A little secret- there are many in life as well:
  1. What other people think of me is none of my business.
  2. It is ok to feel happy, angry and sad. They are my feelings and I don’t need to apologize for them. That said I am responsible to create my own happiness, control my own anger and curb my own crying.
  3. Ruminating over things that aren’t going well only makes ME unhappy.
  4. I prefer to find the good in my day and document it. And I prefer to let the rest go at days end.
  5. I prefer my chocolates mixed, my jewelry sentimental, my coffee strong with milk and my flowers colorful.
  6. When the next day comes, I’ll try again.
  7. Not only do I need the ability to try again, but it’s good to give the people in your life another chance as well. We all make mistakes.
  8. Listen to other people’s opinions about life, but remember they are only opinions.
  9. When someone compliments you, say thank you and smile.
  10. Share what you have.
  11. It is important to say sorry when someone is hurt by you, even if you didn’t mean to.
  12. It is possible to enjoy variety- McDonald’s McRib and High Tea.
  13. Not everyone needs a detailed explanation of what you mean.
  14. Not every situation needs resolution; sometimes the best course of action is to just let it go.
  15. If I didn’t photograph or write about it, it’s hard to remember that it happened for me.
  16. Daily structure, rules and routine help me to look outside of those for inspiration.
  17. When people offer help, if it really would be helpful- say yes and thank you.
  18. I feel better when I eat my fruit and veggies, get lots of sleep, take a walk, go outside, floss my teeth and drink lots of water.
  19. When something is bothering you, try to think about how you could fix it. When something is bothering someone else, just listen.
  20. In parenting my children, I understand and appreciate my own parents so very much.
  21. When I can’t stop ruminating on something, walk on it, photograph it or write about it. There is freedom in taking control of your thoughts so you can move on.
  22. Your experience in life is yours alone.
  23. Don’t try to control other people’s actions. It doesn’t work.
  24. Everything passes in life- the good and the bad.
  25. Expectations should be in flux- lowered when you become overwhelmed and raised when you could do better.
  26. When you can’t change your situation, change your perspective and attitude.
  27. I like to be cooked for, read to and invited over.
  28. In the moment, I am much more capable than I think I am in the preparation.
  29. A daily family meal is defined as us being together for the meal. It doesn’t matter who serves it, what it is or what time of the day it happens.
  30. I enjoy the feeling of a good melt-up (think opposite of a melt-down)
  31. Trying something new is just as great as returning to our old favorites (food, vacations, friends, activities).
  32. I’d rather have an ongoing list of things I want to do than have that list neatly checked off.
  33. When people tell me they see something good in me, I start to see it in myself and I live up to that expectation.
  34. Being able to laugh about the daily awfuls helps me to get over them.
  35. It is so very important to be kind. To others and yourself. Whether deserved or not.
  36. I learn a lot in a quiet moment.
  37. I’m inspired by images, words and food others make.
  38. I’d rather ask a question than assume I’m right or understand all that I need to.
  39. You can learn just as much from those younger than you as those older than you- if you want to.
  40. I am crystal clear how lucky I am to have the family, friends, community, health and teeth that I do.

Bless you all.

When you turn 40….

…you mostly get to do what you want. Maybe it doesn’t all go seamlessly, or exactly how you picture it….but it’s still how you want to spend your day…and…because you’re now 40- you’re ok with that and choose to remember the special parts and let the rest go…unless of course you can joke about those other parts now. That’s ok too. You know, because you’re 40 and all now.

On my day I had a few things in mind. I wanted to eat cinnamon-roll pancakes. I wanted to drink a latte. I wanted to see what was in bloom on my birthday. I wanted some time to do my thing (photograph/edit/write/blog/reflect). I wanted to drink another latte. I wanted my family to bake me a cake together. And I wanted to go out for a tasty dinner. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check, and check. It’s good to be here. It’s good to be 40.

Sunday Still Life

Sunday Still Life is an evolving mindfulness project; a weekly invitation to pause the busy of our days, to re-center and celebrate the beauty and depth of life. If you are inspired to join in, please leave a link in Erin’s comments.

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Shortly after I met Lovey we started spending our holidays together. When his family became mine our traditions merged. Each holiday in the year that passed brought with it sweet little packages. It didn’t matter what was in the package- the treat was in the unwrapping. I would study the skill and love that came through the folds of colorful paper held together by lengths of ribbon. Lovey’s mother and her sisters’ packages were held together by a series of folds and ribbon. No tape. No glue and few gift bags. I know I romanticize how it happens, but each time one of these packages turns up, be it small enough to nestle in the Christmas tree or hold its own down under, I hold a picture in my mind of the sisters sitting with their cups of tea and stacks of wrapping papers from previous years. Each piece carefully cut free of tears that came from delighted hands pulling it hurriedly open, and carefully folded and stored for the next years gifting. I love these packages in and of themselves. They are our celebration.

corner view: to look at, not touch…

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…is not a very practical way to live with in a home with young children. Our prettys & what-nots are constantly at risk of being no more. And for a couple of sentimental old fools like Lovey & I, that can be heartbreaking. And glass breaking. Mercury glass to be specific. Now that The Quail and Zuzu are old enough to anticipate upcoming events, Christmas stirs their little energy pots to a full rolicking boil. The gathering of the tree, is a weekend-in-December event that we all look forward to. It tends to take us the weekend to gather the tree and begin the unpacking and remembering of the ornaments. The crocheted and starched snowflakes from my Grandma Carrie’s handiwork. The blown egg given to me from a friend when I hostessed in a Chinese restaurant in South Dakota during my college summers. The growing collection from a momma group ornament exchange that is so sweetly linked to our family’s individual and collective personalities. The lovingly handmade work of the children that becomes a bit more intricate and endearing with each passing year. The “our first home” and “our first married” and “baby’s first Christmas” talismen that tick off our family’s changes. The initialed collection that illustrates who our holiday was spent with. The delicate adornments to packages from Lovey’s family. The mercury glass balls that were handed down from my childhood. They are all so precious…

DSC_2856…and shiny and attractive to fast little hands that insist on “Me” and “my turn” and pitched voices exclaiming in a whirlwind of memories of “Where is the one from…” and “This one is my favorite, Momma!” and “I’ll put it up high by myself!”

It’s a delicate balance to find a way to enjoy our collection and share the memories of where and whom they came from and yet ensure they will be around for years to come. It’s become a tradition that slows down our merriment and brings us in together close to hang our history, tell our stories and be sure that even the littlest hands are included.

DSC_3110 DSC_2888Corner view is a weekly Wednesday date hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or writerly in form from around the world: Jane, Dana, Bonny, Joyce, Ian, Francesca, Theresa, Cate, Kasia, Otli, Trinsch, Isabelle, Janis, Kari, jgy, Lise, Dorte, McGillicutty, Sunnymama, Ibb, Kelleyn, Ninja, Sky, RosaMaria, Juniper, Valerie, Sammi, Cole, Don, WanderChow, FlowTops, Tania, Tzivia, Kristin, Laura, Guusje, Susanna, Juana, Elsa, Nadine, Annabel

sunday still life

Sunday Still Life is an evolving mindfulness project; a weekly invitation to pause the busy of our days, to re-center and celebrate the beauty and depth of life. If you are inspired to join in, please leave a link in Erin’s comments.

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The littlest one is the first of the Sistred to not lose it at first sighting of Ole Saint Nick. She stared him down, but wasn[‘t bothered in the least. The Quail on the other hand, took her time to warm up to him this year again. She kept her distance, then (probably after a quick lesson in prudence from Zuzu) decided to go tell him good-bye on our way out. Wise choice  Quaileo. Wise choice.