December 11, 2014
Last week we went to see the Legislature Building grounds all lit up - it was magical! I loved walking in the crisp cold air, taking in the sparkling fairy lights. And the moon was almost full... which lent an ethereal feel to the night. Definitely starting to feel like the holidays!
December 8, 2014
Received the new Bella Grace in the mail yesterday... my best friend sent me a care package and this was included. There is nothing better in the whole world than receiving mail from a dear friend.
Love the Anais Nin and Oscar Wilde quotes.
I've been reading Anais Nin recently, her second journal. I find it a slow, but incredibly deep read. I become introspective and philosophical when reading her words and thoughts. Her writings resonate within me.
Today is cold but the morning walk feels refreshing. I am grateful for having a three-year-old in daycare on Monday mornings... I am forced out for a walk, fresh air, and grounding. I find myself busy and often times overwhelmed mothering two small children full-time. I understand now why women choose to go back to work after a year (or less). I always thought I would stay at home and feel perfectly content with being there. Recently I question that thought. Most days I am barely holding it together. I am lucky to get the garages out, the laundry folded, the children fed, and dinner made. Let alone having a shower and brushing my hair. I have given myself over to these two small beasties. And I miss my down time, my quiet time, losing myself in a book for hours at a time, my days spent to myself. I love my children more than anything in the world, but I long for the quieter days too. I have had to reworked my idea of a vacation. It is no longer a romantic getaway with my husband, but a family excursion, two wee boys in tow. And it is so much fun. I love exploring new places with these two small urchins. The museums and parks and markets and cities. I have been fantasizing about a holiday in Paris with Devin, trying to work out how many years I will have to wait before being able to leave the boys for two weeks... but in the past month or two I have changed my mind and decided a family vacation in Paris would be wonderful and an adventure. Not anytime soon, mind you. Perhaps in three or four years, when the youngest is less in need of daily naps. Strangely if feels like a relief to decide to take that holiday with the children. It won't be the romantic-late-nights-sleeping-in-drinking-too-much-holiday that I had initially envisioned, but it will be fun and joyful in other ways. Sharing an overseas adventure with my boys will be memorable and exciting and something we can talk about for years to come. And I will still plan many a romantic holiday alone with Devin, but in the meantime they may be weekends away, or short distance. And the overseas travels alone will come. There is plenty of time in the future for that.
November 10, 2014
A cold spell is upon us. This morning is -23 celcius with the wind chill. In this weather I feel anxious about going out of doors with the boys. I fear they will feel cold or become frost bitten. Nevertheless, we bundled up and braved the cold to walk the older beastie to his morning at daycare (a whole three blocks away). And it wasn't as scary as I had imagined. There was the work of getting each little boy into his layers upon layers and finally into a snowsuit, which neither was happy about. But in the end, the air was refreshing and I was glad to have got out of the house, even briefly.
Now the wee-est one is napping, and I've made myself a lovely strong cup of coffe with piles of foam on top. I have thick socks and my moccasin slippers on. I have a sweater wrapped around me and I am curled up on the couch.
I love this season. The days shortening, the weather growing colder. The slowing down. This season of bundling up and keeping cozy. Of slow cooked stews and rich red wine. Of heavy blankets and soft pillows. Of introversion and introspection. Of frosty windows and crunchy snow. Of seeing my breath when I step outside, and nestling deeper into my wooden scarf. Of evenings spent knitting and mending. Of afternoon naps in messy beds. Of taking time, conserving energy. Of hot water bottles and hot cups of Love tea. Of writing letters and reading books. Of vinyl records scratching away into the night. And of resting in front of my sister's fire place, the heat on my face and the scent of burning wood on the air.
July 3, 2014
A collection of photos captured this morning. The light was so pretty. And the day has turned into a scortcher. Humid, muggy, mutted.
Drawing, flowers, and stamps arrived by post. Now some quiet time while the wee ones nap.
It will be early to bed tonight. Bed by nine to read in a nest of pillows and blankets. With a hot cup of tea by my side.
June 29, 2014
My folks were in town this weekend. We sent the past few days:
wandering the boutiques of Whyte Avenue, hot dog stands for lunch, Farmer's Market, "the bug museum", home cooked meals, bacon & egg fry-ups for breakfast, soccer on the grass outside the patio (with a particular little boy), art supply shops (and new pencil crayons!), flowers picked and bought, cups of tea, and copious amounts of jelly bears!
June 18, 2014
I have a tendency to have a few books on the go at any given time. That way I can read what suits my mood. My current selections...
Whole Larder Love by Rohan Anderson - this is the first time I have read this one and I have only just begun. It is great so far. A wonderful reminder to be mindful of where our food comes from and to source locally when possible (or grow your own).
Villa Incognito by Tom Robbins - I think this is the third time I've read this novel. If you like stories that are a little out there, Robbins is a fantastic author. Probably my favourite.
The Journals of Anais Nin, Volume Two - another first time read. I must admit, I've been reading this since just after Bern was born in February. I was laid up in bed for a while, and this book brought me much inspiration. I am finding it a slow read as the material is dense and thoughtful. Sometimes I will only read a paragraph or two and that is enough to leave me satisfied and contemplative.
The Art of Happiness by His Holiness The Dalai Lama and Howard C. Cutler - my best friend in the whole world gave me this book 10 years ago this summer (I know this because she inscribed the front of the book - I love that). I don't think I've read the entire book before, but I plan to this time. Everything the Dalai Lama says makes sense - towards achieving happiness. I can't wait to delve in further.
That's all for now, besides my usual slew of assorted magazines.
Should keep me busy for a bit. xx
June 16, 2014
Settling into our new - temporary - abode. Finally out of hotels and into a space we can call our own. For me, creating home includes familiar objects, photos, and art. I brought things with me to make this new space more cozy and personal.
Moving to a new city has been challenging but ultimately do-able. It feels good to know I can handle this transition with two small children. To make the home. To create rhythm, routine, stability.
Now I look forward to a week of exploration, adventure, and discovery: Organic food markets, farmer's markets, parks, conservatory visit (under pyramids - how cool is that?!), and the eclectic shops of Whyte Ave. Oh, and possibly registering for yoga... Fingers crossed. This body needs to move, stretch, strengthen - it is time!