Yesterday I knelt at the kitchen window and watched two male gold finches, each perched on his own sunflower, pulling out seeds one by one and de-shelling them with their beaks to reveal, and swallow, the seed inside. It was a marvelous display of nature’s finery. As for me, it was a blessed few minutes of resting without sleeping. Do you do this? Rest without sleep? It’s one thing to lie on the sofa and close your eyes, even if you know you will not sleep. This is effective . . . if your brain is not racing and pinging back and forth with myriad thoughts, like a mouse in a cupboard — Hi hello, that’s me! A more restful approach, for me anyway, has been focusing intently on something simple, like the gold finches. Another way I “rest” is by touching and rearranging the objects in Rosemary’s (and one day, Leo’s) room. While she colors or looks at books, I move things from here to there, there to here. Often I settle on the same arrangement as before. It’s a nice way to refresh my headspace and avoid something taxing or muddying, like doing the dishes or scrolling my phone.

In lieu of sleep, how do you like to rest? I would love to hear!


For the inquisitive . . .

Here are a few of the sources for the objects in our child’s room. Each object holds special meaning, which is my best advice for creating an intentional room or display.

+ Wooden pastel rainbow.
+ Wooden guardian angel.
+ Wool pom wreath (sadly no longer available).
+ Saint peg dolls.
+ Saint Isidore icon.
+ Rosemary the cow & morel mushroom prints.




The best July of my life . . .

Was milk sweat and nipple sore. It was a toddler picking onion tops and a baby opening his eyes. It was no sleep and yes, coffee. Walks about town and a singular visit to the grocery store. July was Bob Marley, Erykah Badu and D’Angelo filling the house. It was the newborn dance of rock and sway, rock and sway. It was dad falling deeper in love with daughter. Sunflowers unfurling in the side yard, in the backyard, in the garden beds; Flowers, generally. Mosquito bites and supper in a blue dining room. It was crying, all of us. Crying, laughing, kissing, marveling.
July was growing a family.