Stormy. Night

We had a night last night. We knew the temperature would drop to -10 over night but we didnt expect to lose power too! The girls and I were having the most lovely day, baking cakes and wathing harry potter. They kept saying that this was the best day ever! Then we heard on the radio that the strong winds were taking out power lines. So we cleaned up the dishes and found all of our candles and flashlights. I even downloaded Despicable Me onto my ipad just in case. Then, the lights flickered, once, twice, three times. then about 15 minutes later the lights went off for about 3 seconds. Then, at 8:15 the power finally went dark. Ophelia was so nervous that she was pacing the floor and she said that the only thing that would make her feel better was christmas music. So I put on christmas music and we danced and jumped around to get some of the nervous energy out. next we sat on the sofa and told stories by candle light. Sadie said that this was still the best day because we were doing something we wouldnt normally do. OPhelia said that we should turn off the internet more often. we went to bed around !0 and fell asleep to Despicable Me. I didnt sleep much though. The howling wind made me think a tree might fall on the house.Then what? I dont know where we would go! what if the car battery froze! But I had to set my alarm to get up every 2-3 hours to put wood on the fire. Which only kept the house at 40 degrees. Luckily the loft keeps warmer than the rest of the house and we had lots of blankets so we were fine and toasty in bed. It was quite an experience. Probably stupid to attempt but we had an experience we will never forget.

Hibernation

Whose dumb idea was it to make January the time to set new goals and change your life? for animals and plants its a time to go dormant, rest and save your energy for spring. this year I say nope. Mostly because its January 25th and I already feel like a failure for not going out and being a better person than I was in 2022. As I write this I want to declare that I will have no more declarations but the whole sentence contradicts itself so I'll just leave it. happy hibernating all you rabbits. see ya in spring.

Super powers

oh its January, that must mean I'm wondering whats wrong with me and my life choices and scrambling to put some new habits into place. Exhausting. Here is something to consider: what if the things you've decided are wrong about you are actually your super powers?

forgetting what I learned

The little girl is Humphrey Bogart’s daughter, Leslie. I had to stop and just stare at her for a minute. I kept thinking “she is so perfect in this moment”. Why? What’s perfect? It’s not her youth that makes her so beautiful it’s that she hasn’t forgotten what it means to be alive yet.

When I say perfect I mean, the truest version of herself. Free of judgement and beholden only to whatever spirit moves her to act- hunger, silliness, the urge to paint or to poop. Knowing the next right thing to do is pretty much all you ever needed to know and the rest presents itself all in good time. These are the things I’m trying to relearn. 

where to begin.

Ive had this blog for about 12 years. Writing posts and then getting self conscious and deleting them. So whatevs, here I am again. Maybe I’ll write some epiphanizing magic or perhaps just show you what inspires me for the day.

Yesterday, I started the 100 day project. There are actual rules and guidelines but I’m a little late. I’m really just doing it because I’m stuck and I need a way to fuel my creative process.  

This morning I woke up to yesterday’s mess which is always an inspiration in its way. 

Before and after. 

on the absurd meaninglessness of things we hold on to

A friend relayed a story of another friend who was at yet another friends house- the house of a very organized hoarder. Of the many boxes, one was labeled "pieces of string, too small to use".
 that is all

Peculiar kinds of Happiness

Rehab Babies are made from 100% recycled, eco-friendly, wuzzle fuzz and christmas floof.

A recipe I stole from  Dr Seuss.

It turns out that when you read too much of Dr. Seuss in conjunction with E.E. Cummings you become unable to stop making everything rhyme in completely nonlinear and magical ways. 

Whosoever whence and why

If you're unhappy, then learn to fly

-Toast