I’m the meek kind. I don’t do so well at advocating for my children, or myself. But my heart is aching and I am tired of feeling ashamed. This photo is from January 2020, around my eldest son’s 8th birthday. It was snapped in the second or two that he paused on his race throughContinue reading “Love and Medication”
There is a slight chill in the air, the first whisper that King Winter is on his way.
The Forager pushed aside saplings with her axe, taking slow steps, walking lightly to avoid the crackle of dried wood underfoot. Bird’s shrieked a cacophony in the branches above her, masking all but the loudest of noises in the forest. Still, it paid to be cautious; the troll clan would not welcome her presence here.
“Let’s be together, Mama”. “Hold on, Bobbin”. “I just wanted to tell you that I wish you would read me a story”. “Bobby, I just read you a story”. “Yeah, I know. But I wish you would read me another one”.
Everything was packed up for weeks and weeks. I hardly remember what is in each box. I am trying to be very careful with what we allow into our new house. If it doesn’t make
“Tiny Tales are not just for big boys, you know”, Robin informed me after last week’s math story was complete, “Can I have a Tiny Tale, too?” And those dark-as-coal eyes looked up at me and I said, “Okay, Bobbin, it’s your turn next”. So, this week is a Tinier Tale, just the right sizeContinue reading “Tinier Tales – Aggie in the Berry Patch (days of the week)”
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.
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.
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.
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 heContinue reading “Robin to the Rescue”