31 for 21: Day 19

A couple of years ago I joined a blogger friend- Erin, in sharing a mindful approach to our days- she called it Sunday Still Life- and it was just that- capturing a still of your life and appreciating it. Shortly after she stopped posting them I did as well. Last year after my 31 for 21 project was done I lost my ability to manage regular posts as well. Writing started to feel like it was for others, not just me sharing about and documenting our days. And while I was flattered to realize others were reading along, well…let’s just say I don’t respond well to even perceived pressure. That coupled with a lack of freetime made for one neglected blog. One thing that has kept me coming back to writing and picture taking when I fall out of the habit is having a routine or habit to rely on until it became more natural again. And I loved Sunday Still life- so I’m going to start again- here:

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A moment of kindness between the Sistred caught and stilled.

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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.

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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 leave inspired to join in, please leave a link in Erin’s comments.

“Family, lets go eat our ice cream on the porch. Daddy, you like watching the rain. Come on let’s go!”

It’s the little things. like when they notice the things that make you happy.

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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 leave inspired to join in, please leave a link in Erin’s comments.

She is me even when she doesn’t know it. As a child I would climb the tree in our backyard and sit there with a book on nice days. My daughter. My mirror.

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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 leave inspired to join in, please leave a link in Erin’s comments.

Sometimes I wonder how many times I’ll underestimate this kid before I get it right. Last week at a Halloween party she very patiently watched the big kids bob for apples tied to a tree. When they were done, she marched up and signed apple to me. Within seconds I started to say no, that it was a big kid activity as I mentally ticked off “the facts”. The apples are too high, her coordination would not allow her to bite in to the apple, the game was done…etc. But she stood her ground. In fact she did better than that. She marched over to the mom/hostess/witch and pointed to the apple tree and signed me.  This good witch leaned down, plucked her up and made her way over to the tree with a fresh apple. The Quail fixed her gaze on her target and started bobbing. She can play. It’s only those of us with preconceived notions in our heads, if not our hearts  that keep her from it sometimes.

31 for 21: Day 7: 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 leave inspired to join in, please leave a link in Erin’s comments.

This is by far the happiest moment that occurs in my days. And indeed, it is just that. A brief and spontaneous moment of the Sistred coming together and breathing each other in before the rascaling and subsequent crying of one of them starts. It happens at random moments. Usually first thing in the morning when the baby wakes, sometimes when we are out at a park, anytime the baby has been lifted from a seat, from my lap or from the arms of her teacher at the end of the work day. I can’t predict when it will happen but I do always stop and witness it, however brief.