Free Friday: Lovey

Hello.
Remember when I said AJH “loves” everything?
I wasn’t kidding. 
Even daddy’s boxers get pulled up to the face in “lovey” fashion. 
Especially when still warm from the drier.
 We’re leaving the mundane world of laundry behind and heading out of town this weekend. 
AJ has a date with a strapping young man named Townes and we’re heading back to our alma mater to see the Maroons play in the ODAC basketball tournament.
Stay tuned Monday for a new giveaway.

check out my fun new blog “From VA+AL+ LA, With love“,

and have a “lovey” weekend!

Wordless Wednesday: Bring on the Sun

LOVE.

Tools and Topics Tuesday: Perspectives

I love this journal topic and wish I did it more often. There are so many instances in life in which I have a difficult decision to make and don’t know what direction to turn. I often do the typical “pros and cons” list but this journal exercise allows you to get into the decision with more depth and “perspective.” It allows you to explore the possibilities of the roads not taken in your life. You can step into the future or the past, and glimpse the world as it might have been for you–or as it might be for another.

Choose which type of “perspective you’d like to take today:

-Decision making:Think of a tough decision you have ahead (career?). Write a journal entry from the perspective of each decision (or place) to help clarify your choice.

-Understanding others: “Never judge a man until you’ve walked two moons in his moccasins.” Write from the perspective of someone else. Try to sense what might truly be going on for him or her.

-Glimpses of the future: Imagine it is one year from today. Write from your perspective, one year from now. Recall the most enjoyable parts of the year, the challenging spots, lessons learned, where you live, how you live, the work you do, challenges ahead, new opportunities, joys, etc.

-Roads not taken:Think of a situation you did not choose. Pretend you chose it, and write about how your life would be today.
I hope this journal topic helps you see things from the exact perspective you need today!
Love, P

Make it Beautiful Monday: Go Sophie!!

So first and foremost, we have awesome news…
Little Sophie’s adoption fund has reached our initial goal of $1,000!
(she has $1,068 to be exact)
I wrote to Michelle at Reece’s Rainbow to find out more details and this was her response:
Hi Priscilla,

We’ve had many little donations for Sophie! The big jump was because recently a little girl in her region was adopted outside of RR, and we gifted her grant to little Sophie :)
I’m so glad you’re out there advocating for these girls! Sounds like your goal for Sophie has been met. :)
So it looks like when a child is adopted a grant is given to Reece’s Rainbow, who then gets to choose how to dispurse it. Little Sophie got lucky because she was gifted the money, bringing her total to over $1,000.
I have upped her goal to $1,500 because the average cost of adoption is over $20,000 and every little bit will help!
As for Clara, she is still stuck at $182 and needs lots of help if she is going to get to $1,000 before her first birthday like Sophie. Please pass this on to all of those who may be interested in helping!
As for our current fundraisers…
$210 worth of Premier Designs Jewelry was sold in the past few weeks and thirty percent of that will go to the girls’ funds!
Also, NINE Clara and Sophie necklaces have been sold by 2 Little Birdies so far, giving us $90 for their funds. The necklaces are still available so if you haven’t gotten one yet, please consider doing so! See the 2 Little Birdies Etsy site to place your order.
I got the ”Sophie” and love it…
It would make my heart VERY happy to see Sophie and Clara get adopted so please continue praying that their forever family will step up soon and rescue them from their current conditions.
I would love to take a mission trip this summer to visit their orphanages and do more to help. If you have done a trip like this or have more information, please let me know!
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In other news, a couple close friends and I were very inspired by this blog, which my soul sister recently shared. After I saw 3x3x365 I immediately wrote to two of my closest friends from high school, Lindsay and Brooke, to see if they’d like to start up something similar. They loved the idea and so now we have “From VA+AL+LA ,with love” which will be full of fun posts very soon. I think it’s such a great way to “check in” and stay connected with one another while we live miles and miles apart. Follow us to keep up to date with our crazy lives in VA, AL and LA. It should be a fun journey!
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I’m off to fight battle number 239,094 with my sinus cavity.
Peace out.
…and goodnight from my sleeping owl.

Free Friday: Live so the poems can find you

On Monday I posted the poem “A Valentine for Ernest Mann” and soon realized the words had a strong connection to the meaning behind this blog…”to live in the moment and make it beautiful.”

If beauty can be found in two skunks, it can be found anywhere, right?
As Ernest said, “Nothing was ugly just because the world said so.”
The message behind the poem is the message I hope to convey in what I write in this very spot.

Beauty isn’t going to fall out of the sky and hit us across the head every day. 
Sometimes we have to go and find it. 
Sometimes “what we have to do is live in a way that lets us find (it)” as Naomi Shihab Nye writes.

Just as I have to mentally re-invent cleaning, and other mundane chores to make myself “want” to do them, “Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us we find poems” (Nye).
“Making it beautiful” is all about taking what we have and finding a poem. 
Taking a commonplace job and making it a nut farm.

Taking a scratched up, dilapidated door and making it a pretty shade of green

Taking a moment full of tears, fear, and doubt and turning it into a moment of recognition, hope and LOVE. 
 AJH loves most everything she comes in contact with
…Even skunks.
 (that’s a baby skunk she’s “loving” from her forest friends collection!)
In beautiful, serendipitous fashion, today I came across this post called “Live so the poems can find you” (guest post by Joanna Paterson) on Patti Digh’s blog, 37 Days.
I love it when that happens.
Here is how the author puts the phrase “live so the poems can find you” into practice:
“Spending as much time as possible outside
Taking photos.  I mean rather: taking photos with a mindset of wonder.

Making room for writing practice

Allowing what flows to be practice. Not perfect, not wholly formed.  Just practice

Sharing at least some of what comes out.  Poems do not like to be kept in boxes.

Letting the words tumble, and find their own rhythm

Noticing patterns, looking for connections

Listening to what people are saying (social media provides clue after clue)

Embracing beginner’s mind

Paying attention to the everyday.  There’s so much wonder to be

found there.Writing as part of the act of grieving

Listening to what the land, the water, the trees, the hills…are saying.

Listening to what my heart is saying: tears, laughter, whispers, songs, prayers, fire, softness

Passing it on: not being scared to share my work, not being scared to declare how beautiful the world is, passing on what I’ve learned about how it is possible to live, so the poems can find you.”

Happy Friday.
This weekend try to live so the poems can find you.
And don’t forget to LOVE.
 

Yes, I am jealous of Roseanne Barr

With all this talk about where I belong, seeing Roseanne Barr on Oprah really got me thinking.
As I watched her give the tour of her Hawaiian nut farm I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. 
She was so happy and free. Farming. In an apron and work boots. Not caring what she looked like. Seeing her grand kids jump on the trampoline. Making funny goat noises. And at the end of the night, sitting down with her man and a nice glass of red wine to watch the sunset from the front porch.
You can see it for yourself here
I assume it sounds pretty idyllic to many, but maybe not. Maybe not everyone would enjoy the simple, farming life. To some it may seem boring and awful. 
But to me it seemed just perfect.
And so I have to ask…what is my nut farm
What is my happy and free?
Through journal writing and counseling I have realized that one of my core values is freedom. The word “free” shows up everywhere in my life, from journals to jewelry. I now know that when I feel “free” (even if I have to trick myself into feeling “free”) I am much happier. 
To me, feeling free is as simple as doing what I want…what I deliberately choose to do with each and every second of my life. I don’t believe in doing things I don’t want to do anymore. I used to fill my days with things that were not so enjoyable because I  thought being busy meant being happy. That frame of mind lead me to one place…the crazy train. I was happy to hop off when I learned that I must fill my time with only things I WANT to do. 
It bothers me when people complain about having to do this or that. I know life is full of  certain perfunctory things we HAVE to do like make money and pay bills (unless we want to be homeless) but I think most of the rest is up for grabs. I don’t HAVE to clean my house. I don’t HAVE to wash my car. I don’t HAVE to do anything I don’t want to. Life is too short for that, in my opinion. 
If I want to be happy I have found I have to reword it like this: I WANT to clean my house so it’s nice and orderly for my family and guests to enjoy. I WANT to wash my car so it’s as pretty and shiny as it can possibly be. (Does anyone else play these funny tricks on their mind?)
So I try to fill my days doing what I truly want to do. Spending time with my friends and family.Eating good food. Listening to great music. If I am going to exercise, I am going to do something enjoyable…yoga, which calms me down, or walking with my baby, which is a bonding time.
For a long time, my job has always been something I wanted to do. Of course we all have days when we would rather sleep in and stay home but for the most part I have never looked at my job as work. I don’t even call it work, I call it “school.” I realize I am blessed to say this and don’t want to come off like a huge, self-righteous a**hole, but doing something day in and day out that I hate is just not in my soul. I am not that selfless. I can’t do something I hate for the greater good.  Doing something I don’t enjoy generally equates  to doing it half-a** and that eats away at me and sends me back on that crazy train. 
If I am going to do something, really DO it, then in my eyes, it must be great and fabulous and perfect and amazing.
Since having the baby I have entered a new realm of wanting. When the alternative is staying home with my baby, work is now a job, not something I do because I really want to. And this is where I start spiraling down. Do I sound like a complete selfish bit** because I don’t want to suck it up and work to provide for my daughter like everybody else out there?
Maybe my expectations need to change. Maybe not everything I do needs to be great and fabulous and perfect and amazing.

But to me, that is not really living. 

It is soul sucking.
And I’ve always been one who tries to suck the marrow out of life, not the soul.
Is there a happy medium in this equation?
Maybe my “nut farm” is not found in my job, but in my spirit, or my relationship with people. 
Maybe it’s the tiny rebellions that make me feel free.
My groupie-like ability to meet rockstars.

My love for my husband and daughter.

We shall see.

More love.

One year ago today we lost a dear friend whose legacy will live on forever. My sis-in-law wrote a great post on MaDee’s life which you can read here and you may remember reading about MaDee here on my blog. I ask you to please take a moment to look at her beautiful smile and peruse the foundation her family has started in her memory.
MaDee’s sister Abby found out she was pregnant with a very special little boy named Cy exactly one month after MaDee’s passing, which happened to be the day my little girl was born. My AJH and Cy got to hang out at a recent basketball game and she must have made a good impression because he sent her a super sweet Valentine in the mail on Monday.
 And she LOVED it.
 ”Hi, baby Cy…
 I think you’re my boyfriend.
I like you a lot!
You are so cute!
I want to give you a kiss!
 Uh, oh. Am I in trouble?
 Maybe I’ll just eat it instead!
 Nah, I really want a smooch!” Love, AJH
She also got a special Valentine from her Mamaw, Tenny Jo, her (middle) namesake.

She was very excited to grab it.
Mamaw is known for her well-stickered envelopes.
 And taped dollar bills.
AJ really studied it.
Not one holiday has gone by my entire 29 years without getting one of these very special cards.
And now the tradition has started with AJH.
Funny girl.
I can’t get over how grown-up AJH looks sitting there in her little cardigan. One month from today she will be one year old!
We also had a very special Valentine’s treat when the choir from my school came to sing to the kids at AJ’s daycare.

They were pretty mesmerized.
 And it was a beautiful moment.

Where do you belong?

Yesterday our journal topic in Advanced Comp. was “where do you belong?”
A very simple question with not so simple answers. Several of the kids had a hard time getting started, and many were afraid to share their words with the class after squeezing a few lines onto their paper.
Why is it so difficult to put a finger on where we belong?
I was inspired by some of their answers. One said, “I know where I feel right and accepted…but don’t know if that is where I should belong.”
Another student’s piece inspired the question,”Is where you belong where you already are, or where you want to be?”
I tried writing with them and my mind went blank. All I could hear in my head were the lyrics to “Creep” by Radiohead:
“But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here.
After an unsettling department meeting before class, the last lines repeated over and over.
I don’t belong here.
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I know I belong here in my little town.
I know I belong here with my little family.
I just don’t know if I belong HERE.
In this place I inhabit every week day for about 8 hours.
The question haunts me on a daily basis.
It doesn’t make it any easier when this girl screams and reaches for the babysitter when I pick her up in the afternoons.
 Can you imagine seeing this face CRY when you reach to pick her up?
I know people say that it’s normal and I shouldn’t get upset. But it hurts…bad. I know it would probably hurt worse if she cried every time we dropped her off, knowing she hated going to the baby sitter. I know we are blessed beyond measure to have such a nurturing, loving, beautiful environment for her to be in for those 8 hours a day, five days a week. But it still hurts…bad.
So the same question still haunts me. You know the drill. I’ve written about it countless times.
Until it’s fixed, it is all I know how to do.

This morning I tried again. 

Where do I belong?

I belong

busy
in the sun
in the breeze
wrapped in a song
one hand in hers
one hand in yours
free
feet feeling grass
people
helping
loving
singing
dancing
happy
I belong
on cobblestone streets
one hand in hers
one hand in yours
out of my comfort zone
in a farmhouse
in a small town
in love
with family
laughing
helping
I belong
busy
in the sun
in the breeze
wrapped in a song
one hand in hers
one hand in yours
free
I think it’s important to answer this question, as hard as it may be. I know my response will continue to evolve as life changes. I guess all we can hope for is that where we belong is where we end up. 

Or is where we end up, where we really belong?

 

Free Friday: First Knowing

A friend sent this poem to me after reading my “I am still a mommy” post. I thought some other mommies may appreciate it, too. 
“First Knowing”
That second day of kindergarten, I ditched
while Miss Clemens bent at the sink,
helping Peter Farley wash the paint off his hands.
I scurried across the wide green fields that led
to the road where our row
of white townhouses awaited me.
I wanted no more days without my mother
placed in the center of every hour.
I wanted her voice, the scent of the perfume
she dabbed on her wrist each morning
before we watched my father walk away.
We stood at her dresser while she released
the stopper from a crystal bottle so blue
it rivaled sunlight staining the ocean surface.

I wanted to travel with her
from supermarket, to bank, dry cleaners
to drugstore, wherever the days life took her.
As if sensing some hunger to come,
I craved her with a fierceness that made me run,
as if knowing I would soon lose her to a sadness
vaster than any of these fields I could cover
with the pace of my own feet.

~Andrea Potos

Love this:I wanted no more days without my mother placed in the center of every hour.”
  
Love the weekend, which = countless hours to kiss those chubby cheeks.

Happy Friday!

Thoughts Thursday: Sushi makes me happy

Last night I had a much needed sushi date with some past coworkers and didn’t get around to posting. I can’t tell you how much I NEEDED that little getaway. When I returned I felt so refreshed–happier, healthier and ready to take on the world!
The world=AJH.
The only thing worse than a sick baby is a sick baby hyped up on a steroid. After three nights of edgy, anxious, over-tired baby I needed a little “refreshing.” I was starting to feel like a total failure. And in typical “me” fashion I was equating failing at one thing (putting the baby to sleep) to failing at life.
We have been spoiled because since about six weeks old AJH has slept a good 12 hours every night. Since going (virtually) mobile she gets worn out easily and is normally ready for bed by 7:00 pm at the latest…and she always sleeps until about 7:30 am. I don’t know how we got so blessed, and I am sure our next baby will be the total opposite, but in the meantime we’re enjoying it very much.
So, when she decides bedtime isn’t until past nine, and does the whole body thrust, arching the back screaming thing every time we try to lay her down, it’s not fun.
And I feel pretty lost.
Needless to say, the sushi date came at a perfect time.
I got home, AJH was still awake, and instead of being frustrated and getting anxious, about her needing to sleep, we just played…played with Henry, played the keyboard, played on the school bus. Finally she camped out on my lap, with Berenstain Bears dancing in her glazed over eyes and dozed off.Just a couple of hours out of the house to eat delicious, fresh food and talk with other women was exactly what I needed and for the first time I realize that taking some “me” time could actually make me a better mom.

Speaking of food, I’ve been trying to make more conscious decisions about what I eat. I’ve thought about going vegetarian and/or vegan many times and for lots of different reasons. One of the main reasons at this point in my life is because I am starting to see my body as a machine that needs the best fuel possible. Feeding myself caffeine, and heavy, over-processed foods has not done me well the past 29 years. I used to wonder  why I struggled with anxiety, irritability, exhaustion and digestion problems, never stopping to think about what I was feeding my body. Instead of taking a second to evaluate what I was fueling with, I tried to fix the problem with different medicines, and countless Dr. appointments. I still enjoy my bi-weekly acupuncture and monthly counseling sessions, but realize that what I feed myself is probably the fastest solution to feeling better. Lunches are my downfall because I am too lazy to pack something healthy and have bought school lunch every single day this year except two (when I had excellent, already packaged left-overs).

So day one of this “new plan” didn’t go so well.
Nachos with meat chili, artificial cheese, sour cream, rice, carrots with ranch, and some sweet tea left me with a side of exhaustion and helping of stomach cramps.
 Day two was better.

I nixed the day old chili option for tomato soup, grilled cheese, apple sauce and veggies with ranch. My downfall was the Dr. Pepper AND the sweet tea, as if one caffeinated, sugar filled drink wasn’t enough.I was left feeling okay…somewhat tired but no major stomach eruptions.

Day three (today) I forgot to take a picture (would’ve been a little awkward in the teacher’s lounge) but had two pieces of cheese pizza, salad with ranch, baked apples and some oranges. So far I feel pretty good!

I hope that my food choices will reflect well on my physical well-being. I want to give my body what it needs to feel energized, happy, and healthy. If you have any tips, feel free to share!

Another update on the adoption front–baby Peter from Reece’s Rainbow (part of the Pure Love giveaway I posted about last week) has found a forever family! The only problem is his health is NOT good and his family needs to get him to the USA asap. The only thing stopping them is the money. They don’t have a year to do the fundraising…they need him now, or he may not make it. He is already up to over $13,000 but they will probably need to get closer to $20,000 before they can bring him home. See this post for more information. I donated again today and the awesome thing is, the more times you donate, and spread the word, the more entries you get to win the IPAD on the Pure Love giveaway. See this post for more details.

Happy almost Friday!