Cleaning Day

Noelle Age 3 Sterling Age 1

Dandelion

Rays spill

In perfect honeyed spirals

 

Even when

Our heads are down

Unable to see the sky

Spirit will not abandon

She puts a sun

Upon the ground

 

Golden Hope

Sunshine Love

Salt and Pepper

Sterling has been imitating everything we do….

 

I have a feeling this is probably one of those things only parents and possibly grandparents really appreciate:)

Resourcing

Last night I wanted to something artsy to do with the kids outside. 

But we are in Angel Fire, which means expansive views and quiet, and no real stores to speak of.

I brought watercolors with us, and there were rocks everywhere, so….

And of course once the rocks were painted, other canvases were found.

 

I am finding that a place this small, this hidden away is like a balm for an exhausted mama.  Limited conveniences, yes, but limited traffic, people…limited stimulation.

So now the questions becomes, how many rocks could one theoretically paint?:)

A Peek

 

This video sums up oh so well what daily life is like with two very young ones.  One minute sweeter than words can write, the next, well, you’ll see:)

Remembering

We are back in Angel Fire.  Like an old friend, the unparalleled Moreno Valley unfolded before us, wrapping us in its crisp evergreen embrace.

I have been to several places since we were last here, and I now know enough now to know this is a very special place to us.  We have not found anything like it.

The quiet is so expansive I feel like I breathe deeper.  My mind is clear and I feel more connected.  Perhaps this is what untouched nature does for one’s soul? 

The quiet is filled with the songs of birds and frogs, rain, and wind.  I can hear all of it so clearly.  Perhaps I am not quite the city girl I thought I was.  There might not be a WalMart here, but Spirit feels so close…

Memories of Noelle and Sterling a year ago flooded back.  He was still a babe in a sling, she a budding two year old.  And I was thinking how he will be that two year old next year when we come. 

I can say as much as I love my babies, I do not leave the  baby stage behind with any wistfulness.  It can become a bit difficult for a personality like mine that loves to adventure.  But there is nothing like the bond that develops during that time.  It lasts a lifetime. 

But the two year old phase.  Now I miss that.  When a child starts to speak and understand so fully, oh it is magical.  And they begin to love the adventures.    Three year old Noelle is even more amazing.  She is like a fish in water with travel.  I know I will miss her too, next year.

 

I am watching now as Sterling is beginning to put his world together, put our words together.  The magic is beginning and I can’t wait to see what he he has been waiting to tell me:)

St

On Earth as it is in Heaven

This is a repost of a post from last December that I had deleted…

In theme with this post, I have included some of our recent projects and the spirit in which they were created.

I just read a quote:

“All acts of pleasure are my ritual.”

And I read it again…and again

Because it spoke to me.

Life is a ritual. Life is a prayer. Life is art.

In thanks for color….(Noelle’s paintings)

There is an elegance that comes when one begins to understand their life, their self.

When one begins to sense the power and depth of their being and what it came here to do.

And when that happens, things which were awkward and mundane before…

Become sacred

Beautiful.

For the eternal dance of the seasons..(a scene from my nature table)

Like the dancer who moves past just learning and blends body and soul

So that even the tips of her fingers Express,

Life becomes one’s most inspired, most articulate masterpiece.

for enchanting things…(Noelle and I’s fairy making project)

And then, there are works of art

That become Life

Become Worship

An offering of beauty created from a place of love and gratitude for being alive, for living the human experience

and wild soft things…(an unfinished watercolor copied from another lovely piece sitting on my mantle)

Art is prayer.

A celebration.

for light and hope…(our tree)

Worship done with magic and playfulness, vitality and movement, with true inspiration, is celebration.

And celebration done with depth and soul, grace and reverence is worship.

The two become one.

And in that moment of worship and celebration, creation and gratitude we have strengthened our connection to our divine nature.

for the generosity and serendipity of this wonderful universe, for which this project was made in honor of

And so it seems, there are some things Art is not:

it is not superfluous,

it is not a luxury,

it is not a hobby

It is not an elective.

It is a real and living part of the spiritual journey.

No matter what form, mystical or mundane, once it becomes an act of worship, an act of celebration, an act of gratitude, an act of beauty, it becomes art.

It becomes an offering of the soul.

It seems then that as parents wanting to impart the fullness and richness of the spiritual life to our children, our job just got a little easier.

for my daughter,

Because there is nothing that sounds more lovely to this mama than sitting down with my little ones to paint our hearts, sculpt our souls, write our story,

my son,

in appreciation for all that Life is, for all that Life gives. And in so doing bringing more of that love and gratitude into our lives.

My always a-musing Muses.