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After weeks of drippy rain, Winter has really come to stay.  We ae still without much snow, but the cold has set in.  It was below zero yesterday morning and the wind rattled the windows much of last night.  Mike came home from his trip around 4:30 this morning.  He is sleeping in the children's room with them and I am the only one awake.  Day after tomorrow, back to Florida he goes.

Rainbow In these first weeks of the New Year, I am trying to hold onto that magical energy that comes in during the Twelve Days of Christmas.  Despite a fairly stressful week and a few tears, things held together pretty well this week.  I think it helped that we were all so very glad to be home again.  I've been trying to really cultivate my self-discipline and keep things moving.  I've also been fairly still during quiet time, busy with re-reading my Enki homeschool guides, and perusing some new books.

I was rocking Laurel in the hammock this morning around 2:00 and singing to her.  She sleeps with us, but spends a portion of every night in the hammock.  I had talked to Mike on the phone to see where he was and I was tending to some bread in the kitchen (Amish sourdough cinnamon buns for breakfast!).  Over and over I sang the same words, and I thought about this time in our lives.  The things we do now will carry our children through the years.  It's not always easy and I am not always happy, but I feel so lucky to be here living it and singing along with them.

Sleep, baby, sleep.
Thy father minds the sheep.
Thy mother shakes the dreamland tree.
A little dream then falls on thee.
Sleep, baby, sleep.



( 4 trees — Plant a Forest )
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Jan. 11th, 2015 09:36 pm (UTC)
Oh, yes. I had no idea how comforting routine was until this past year.
Jan. 10th, 2015 08:59 am (UTC)
I like to sing that song (slightly different words) to my babies, too. :)

A few tears here, too, this week. We'll get through, but it has been a rough readjustment with J. back at work. Perhaps harder for me than the kids, even...
Jan. 11th, 2015 09:37 pm (UTC)
I think it is harder for the mama, so aware of it all and so much resting on her shoulders. Oh, to be little again, even with all of its injustices.
( 4 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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