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Golden Hours and Diamond Minutes

Lost - yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.
~Horace Mann, as excerpted from Little Town on the Prairie

Little Town on the PrairieIt's been a hard week here.  It seems we crash landed after trying to launch back into the normal routines.  The past couple weeks, with my birthday and a holiday, had Mike at home more and we grew accustomed to the luxury.  He is home again, and Laurel was simply delighted with his return yesterday.  He took the children to a concert at a farmers' market last night and they were out quite late, and arrived home sleepy and happy.

I was alone all that time, tidying and folding at first.  I found things that needed to be put in the basement.  I sent an e-mail and then saw a photo of a tiny stuffed dog that seems to be lost, so I looked for it with no luck.  I pruned the tomatoes.  I spent a long time ironing some big pieces of denim and corduroy for sewing.  Then, I walked to the store past my bedtime and got milk and some fruit.  I'm never out after dark these days, at least not in the Summer.  Their return was more than welcomed and we quickly tumbled into bed after reading to Willow.

I have learned more about boundaries this week, continuing to see where the rubber meets the road.  I've also begun to silence the last of the voices in my head that were trying to tell me what my parenting should look like.  Really, it is one's own inner compass that ought to guide things.  There is too much background noise in our world.  Reading The Soul of Discipline has been good food for thought and bolstered me to take hold of my task even more.  These years are so overwhelming and tiresome and I feel like people who visit think I must run a circus.  Really, it's quieter when no one else is here--guests ramp things up, some more than others.

If last year was the Year of the Boundary, this is the Year Participated.  I am really trying harder to be more present in the moment and learn balance.  It means teaching myself patience and focus and modelling it for the children.  One thing at a time and all those I's dotted right in the middle.  Just as there was only one three year-old Roan, there is only one of this year that I get, too.  I am thinking hard about where and upon what I spend my time.  I really want to spend some of it sewing and knitting while the children play.  That is the ideal, for me.

Golden years are passing by,
Happy, happy golden years,
Passing on the wings of time,
These happy golden years.
Call them back as they go by,
Sweet their memories are,
Oh, improve them as they fly,
These happy golden years.

~Will Thompson, as excerpted from These Happy Golden Years

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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