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Downhill From Here

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Some people say, "It's all downhill from here," meaning that the going should be easy from now on. 

Others see downhill in a different light.
My health is going downhill, rather too quickly for my liking, and it's not a good thing. I'm in constant pain. Horrible pain. Sleep at night is difficult to come by, but I can pass out cold just about anytime between 4 and 7pm most days, sometimes earlier. At times, just walking from the house to the car is overwhelming. Other days, I seem to have energy to spare, if only my body would cooperate. 
As my health is declining, I find myself bracing for a plummet in my mood. After all, looking back just one year, to my wonderful Camp Calumet and local hiking experiences, remembering how good I felt, how in tune with my body and out of touch with extreme pain I was, could be quite depressing. Remembering how it felt living in my body last year puts into sharp relief the increase of pain, the decrease in mobility, and the pounds ad…

Minimal Miracles

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It's the small things that bring me joy.

Every Summer we go to Camp Calumet in New Hampshire, where this year our eldest three are in Resident Camp and our younger two are in Day Camp. That means I have to pack for three kids for a week of camp, plus a few days; for two kids who stay at Family Camp with us; and for two adults, including clothing, bathing suits, beach towels, bath towels, toiletries, multiple pairs of shoes, sleeping bags, pillows, and the list goes on. Then there are the bins and coolers of food and supplies needed to prepare, cook, serve, and eat said food. And a very large tent, an air bed, an air mattress, a screen tent, camp chairs... that's a lot of stuff! 

In the past, it's been a mad scramble to catch up with laundry in order to be able to pack everything the kids need, to dig through everything in our garage and basement to gather the supplies we need, and wading through the storage closet to dig out the sleeping bags from amongst snowsuits and boxes…

Twelve

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Twelve is somehow so much older than Eleven. Eleven is still more a child ... Twelve is too close to Teenager. But today we have arrived at Twelve. Well, Haley, my Girl of Fiery Spirit, has. 


I love that she is still that Girl, yet has blossomed even more into herself and into a beautiful young woman. I don't think she'll ever loose her child-like spirit - I love that about her. She loves both the "grown up" role of taking care of small children, but also embraces the joy of playing with them at their level.  


As I glimpse the emotional teen years to come in Haley, I also see that she is well-grounded in faith and family, which should serve all of us all well as she navigates the treacherous waters of Teenager. She impresses me with her motivation to reach goals she sets for herself while dreaming big dreams. 


Twelve. And as Haley reminded me this morning with a sly smile on her face, a year until Thirteen - a year until we will have three teenagers in our household. Un…

Dearest God

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Dearest God,
I need a vacation. Not just any vacation, mind you - a vacation from things falling apart, breaking, or not functioning properly; a vacation from accidents and incidents; a vacation from emotional rollercoasters and ever-increasing physical pain; a vacation from financial stresses and to-do lists - a vacation of epic proportions. Now, I'm not asking for an all-expenses paid trip to a tropical island, although that would be nice. I'm asking for a simple, paid-for-by-us week at Camp Calumet during which I can enjoy time alone with my husband kayaking and hiking and relaxing and having fun; quality time with my two youngest, during which we can focus on them without older siblings vying for attention; and blessed time with You, so that I may center myself  and my life in You and regain some of the balance that I am currently finding it difficult to find, nevermind maintain. If you could work on making that happen, I'd be incredibly thankful. My family would, too, …

Why Couldn't It Be Follow The Butterflies

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Ron Weasley: Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies"?After passing through a door labeled Platform 9 3/4, there is a sign ...

Following the butterfly streamer attached to the sign, you pass a plethora of sweets and an array of potions. 

You might stop for a Butterbeer before continuing on, eventually entering a room where a Sorting Hat is placed on your head and you are sorted into your House. You then receive your unique, handcrafted wand. 

More potions, including Amortentia and Felix Felicis, 

and sweets such as Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans 

and Chocolate Frogs await, along with goblets of sourly sweet lemonade and myriad snacks. 
You are in for a night of little sleep and lots of Harry Potter. 
There are surprises here
and there
throughout the house. 
At least that's what you would have experienced had you attended my daughter's Harry Potter Birthday Not-So-Much-Sleepover Party last night.  The epic midnight Spell Duel, involving spitfire sparklers…

When I Die

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When I die,
I hope to have 
lived and loved and given enough
so that I cannot leave behind
expensive jewels or great wealth;
a huge, well-furnished home;
or a hundred and one trinkets;
over which family might argue
but rather 
memories of love and laughter;
the spirit of helping and giving;
a spark of faith;
and perhaps a few well-loved books
and myriad joy-filled photographs -
remnants of a well-lived life.