Outside my windows… there is sunshine and patches of bare ground. Of course, our driveway is still icy, and it’s definitely cold! Ironically, friends of mine who live at more southern latitudes have been dealing with blizzards. Apparently, we’re exporting winter this year.
Inside my house… it’s still cold out there, so there is still a lot of tea being brewed in here!
Counting 1000 gifts… a Little Guy who likes sharing Mom’s tea, even when it’s the Earl Grey stuff that no one else likes.
Prayers of the heart… for a friend who is having eye surgery today.
What the (not quite so) little ones are up to… trying to find places where they can go sledding in the back yard. It would help if there was a bit more snow out there.
From my playlist… just the hum of the computers and the occasional sound of traffic this morning. It’s quiet since the kids are taking an outdoor recess break!
From my reading list… I devoured Charity’s Cross by MaryLu Tyndall last night. (Yes, I stayed up way too late reading again!) When she comes out with a new book, it’s always on my kindle pre-order list. This one did not disappoint! If you love pirate stories, high seas adventure, or historical fiction, then you won’t want to miss this one!
From my needlework basket… a sweater for Munchkin’s birthday, because I am clearly insane. Who starts a sweater that must be finished in two weeks? We’re not knitting toddler sizes anymore either, since my (very) tall girl is going to be 11.
In the learning room… I finished first semester reports and realized how well the new curriculum is working out from the academic perspective. I’ll share more about Well Planned Gal’s new Lesson Plans when they are available for order!
Random ramblings… This is the year of Story for me, and for now, it seems like at least part of that story will be poured out in my journals. It’s hard to decide what to share and what to remain quiet about. I think part of the reason for this is that my life isn’t just my story. My life includes the stories of other people too. I’m not always sure how much of their part in my story that I should share. Ah, the need for wisdom! Another part is because there are still parts of my story that I’m grappling with. So my journal becomes my confidant as I wrestle with deep questions. Truly, there is something about writing on paper anyway that does me good.
Profound ponderings… a poem for today. I wish that I knew who wrote it, but I do not. If you happen to know the author’s name, please do let me know so that I can add it!
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there,
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go – and go you must –
You, yourself, will make more dust.
Caught on film…