-thunderstorms & cooler temperatures.
-our home & having a space of our own.
-the shifting of seasons on the horizon- from the eternal play of summer to the more focused fall-ish schooling.
-quiet secret prayers coming to be, sooner or later.
-vinegar & murphy’s oil soap.
-my prayer scarves.
-old hymns & ancient prayers.
-the hope of today being all it should.


praise through the creatures

Most high, all powerful, all good Lord!
All praise is yours, all glory, all honor, and all blessing.

To you, alone, Most High, do they belong.
No mortal lips are worthy to pronounce your name.

Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures,
especially through my lord Brother Sun,
who brings the day; and you give light through him.
And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.

Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars;
in the heavens you have made them bright, precious and beautiful.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
and clouds and storms, and all the weather,
through which you give your creatures sustenance.

Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water;
she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
through whom you brighten the night.
He is beautiful and cheerful, and powerful and strong.

Be praised, my Lord, through our sister Mother Earth,
who feeds us and rules us,
and produces various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.

Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of you;
through those who endure sickness and trial.

Happy those who endure in peace,
for by you, Most High, they will be crowned.

Be praised, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death,
from whose embrace no living person can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Happy those she finds doing your most holy will.
The second death can do no harm to them.

Praise and bless my Lord, and give thanks,
and serve him with great humility.

-st. francis of assisi

in september:

i fully intend to:

-make a blog post every day. rather, i will attempt posting daily, and if life does not let me, c’est la vie!
-apply violette’s new motto, borrowed from charlotte in charlotte’s web: “never hurry, never worry”. vi is reminding me of this daily- tonite i forgot to heat up the beans to go with our dinner, and she says, mostly tender and slightly mischievously: “mama, it’s okay. never hurry and never worry!”
-take better care of myself. walk with my sister, drink water, eat nourishing foods on a regular basis (my daily meals typically involve a small breakfast of some variation on fruit/granola bar/yogurt and then waiting until dinner, where i tend to overeat out of hunger from realizing i haven’t eaten since breakfast!)
-continue the process of learning to hold my tongue and my temper. create in me a clean heart, O God.
-practice living respectfully towards all living things, & remember everybody needs a little grace sometimes. (note to self: grace is not a one time act- if one needs grace after extending it- what can seem like a thousand times – go for the 1,001.)
-“put on love like a t-shirt” every morning, every time i feel grouchy. all day, every day.
-continue the daily notes and log kept during school- there is such beauty in the “mundane” details.
-take photos, edit photos. and not be discouraged by the naysayers & the cruel.
-celebrate autumn, celebrate change, celebrate warmth, celebrate family. simply celebrate!
-appreciate and rejoice in any rainfall- oh to have a true blue thunderstorm! rain, i miss you.


yesterday was a good day, a full day. a day of inspiration and getting things done, at least in the creative sense. as i was rocking the baby down for his nap & spending a bit of time in prayer, i asked the divine to give me something to show for the day, something to share with my friends and loved ones. and oh my, did i ever get something to show. it’s certainly not my typical style of writing, and to be honest – i am hesitant to share. i did not edit, because i don’t feel i can edit the words that i don’t believe came from me. without further adieu:

The Christian wife and mother

If a christian wife and mother’s first earthly priority is not her family, and if that priority does not come strictly from an overflow of love in her heart, there is something amiss. The wife and mother is created to nurture and provide love, comfort, peace and stability. The maternal vibe should be one of selflessness, tender encouragement, acceptance and above all, compassion.

When operating in the Spirit throughout her daily life, the once overwhelming and seemingly unbearable trials of caring for little ones – peanut butter smeared couches, whiny temper tantrums and obstinate strikes- these are minimized to an almost unbelievable fraction.

When viewed through the lens of love, and with an aim to restore and maintain peace, the yoke of motherhood becomes a light and joyful gift to bear. Every chore transformed to an act of love and devotion for one’s family and home. The idea of “time for oneself” becomes nearly obsolete when participating in the divine experience of a family whose mechanics are smoothly oiled with the anointing from the Holy Spirit.

Surrounded by women of faith, who too are prompted and guided by the Great Divine, one feels encouraged and a part of the tribe of mothers who understand. to borrow a phrase from the late charlotte mason, mother culture automatically blossoms in groups of mothers where christ is truly the center.

As for the deep love of one’s husband: when the fruits of the spirit are modeled between spouses, children will mimic and rarely stray from the deep respect and desire for right and pure actions. The romance and hearts turned towards each other is apparent to all, and a beautiful picture of God and his love for his bride, the church.

When families are in tune and under the direction of Christ, this love can be spread out to extended families, then on to neighbors and friends, and then on to unimaginable lengths! But it must be remembered this love must start at home and work outward, or it means nothing more than clanging cymbals and sounding brass.