Walk with me a while
I’ll match your small step with my own
Talk with me, sweet child
I’ll listen now, and when you’re grown
Remember when we walked and talked
And I was there, through sun and rain
And if you need to walk and talk
Please know, I will be there again
We don’t celebrate Christmas, so we went for a walk and a picnic at the beach.
Continue reading “The Sand and The Sting”
Essence of flower and warmth of sun
Let’s make sun tea, Little one
A sip for you and a sip for me
Sharing a cup of chamomile tea
Faye and I harvested chamomile from the garden to make solstice sun tea.
Continue reading “Solstice Sun Tea”
The scent of warm beeswax and roses filled the kitchen.
The table was laden with the colour of summer.
Flames flickered a blessing to the sun.
And we made candles for our solstice table.
Continue reading “Making Magic”
I have this daydream. I think I want to make it come true.
I dream of an enchanted garden full of
lavender and ferns and teeny houses made of wood. I dream of fairy lights and mushrooms and benches made just the right height for little children. Continue reading “Daydreaming”
Preparing food is an act of love. It says, I am here. I will nourish you. You will grow strong in my care.
I love to cook with my boy. He takes real pleasure in good food. And I take real pleasure in his sweet company.
Continue reading “Simple Skills”
Beneath the trees, in the shadows, where wild things grow,
Magic lives there.
In the meadow, ‘midst honey bees and poppy heads,
Magic lives there. Continue reading “Summer Solstice 2019”
In the hush of a winter evening, in the dark of the longest night, bake a sun bread, soft and golden, calling home the sun’s warm light.
We make sun bread once a year, on the week of the Winter Solstice. It is probably the favourite treat in our house.
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Imperfectly Proportioned Pizza
Robin Little Bird will share the food from his plate. He will tear his banana in two and offer half to his reaching sister. He will ask if he should share his snack with toddlers at the park who are looking at him hungrily.
He takes so much pleasure in sharing that I feel he is one of those rare souls you meet who just offers aid with no expectation.
He has a kind soul, this wee one.
Continue reading “Robin to the Rescue”
When I was pregnant with Cohen, I used to tell him stories.
I would rest a hand on the curve of his tiny back beneath my skin, close my eyes and lower my voice almost to a whisper. I would send feelings of utter peace through my blood, from my heart to his.
Continue reading “Soul Talk”
There is spirit, still, in spent things,
In seed pods and bare branches.
Continue reading “Mama Thoughts – Spirit”