take me anywhere

take me anywhere's book montage

A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose
The Cinnamon Peeler: Selected Poems
Philadelphia, Here I Come! : A Comedy in Three Acts
The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down
The Lost Salt Gift of Blood
Imagining Argentina
A Year Without "Made in China": One Family's True Life Adventure in the Global Economy
The End of America: A Letter of Warning To A Young Patriot
Where the Sidewalk Ends
Amongst Women
Church of the Dog
Charming Billy
Three Cups of Tea: One Man's Mission to Promote Peace... One School at a Time
The Birth House
The Poisonwood Bible
Catching Fire
The Hunger Games

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Saturday, March 19, 2011

clay pots and primroses

                                                     the painting.  no clay was left colorless.

                                                               deciding the next step.
camille experimented and created many bright spring colors.
                                                        the planting of the primroses.

                                                                 ta da!

                           final ta da...well, we need one more plant for the top.  final today ta da!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

yes, i made these

                                        whole wheat crescent rolls with chicken inside

i discovered it is not the cooking that i dislike, it is the lack of a dishwasher other than my hands.  actually, it is not even the washing (who doesn't like warm, sudsy water?) it is the nightly hours spent doing it.   

peace came with every knead of the warm dough my hands formed into crescents. 

Monday, March 7, 2011

i am in your sway

feeling grateful for my husband who:

doesn't care that he drives a teenage car that is 18 years old
makes homemade pancakes every sunday and does the dishes
lullabyes the kids to sleep with his guitar
gives his all teaching and then teaches more (guitar) after school so i can be at home with the kiddos
has a broken (three times) left wrist that i can connect my thumb and index finger around to form a circle
reads his scriptures every morning
keeps digging holes so i can plant trees
loves the kids he teaches at school
flourishes when every major and simple thing he attempts is never easy
tastes the salt from my eyes and stays silent
doesn't try to fix what is wrong
is okay with me being mental...it's not going anywhere

thank you