Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Therapeutic




The last several months have left me feeling anxious, uncertain, untethered. I've sat an immeasurable amount of hours staring out my window watching the birds peck at the ground. Eating the seeds that have fallen from the feeder and pecking and scratching something new from underneath. Pecking and scratching. It's when I put those words to what I was watching that I . . . that I . . .. That I what? I don't know. That I started to feel something more. The current state of politics across the globe, yes. But also my oldest is in her last year of high school. I've written before about this changing dynamic. The road trips visiting colleges. The lens through which I look that frames every event, moment and thing as "the last time." I've started stitching hearts. I already believe that stitching and giving a quilt is an act of love. I'm stitching up heart blocks and feel love, gratitude, acceptance, peace, and compassion well up inside of me as I do. I need another quilt like I need another hole in my head. And yet, I need this quilt most of all.

Love,
dana

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

A crafty end to 2016







2016 ended quietly and craftily. The girls had a long holiday break. My parents visited for Christmas. The weather was rainy, cold and gray. I made a Christmas quilt,started a new one with nothing but scraps, and several kinds of cookies. Stews and soups. Hot chocolate.  And lots of echinacea tea to ward off seasonal colds. The cardinals' bright red popped against the muddy earth. We took several unexpected trips to the big city to deal with issues indicated by the dreaded engine light. And on our first two driving lessons with our newly minted permit driver, dealt with popped tires. (What are the chances? I was with her and she didn't do anything out of the ordinary.) Now, squarely into January, December seems eons ago. Plans, goals, hopes and dreams for 2017.

Bring it.

-dana

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Ski Trip Surprise


Experiences and memories mean more than stuff. Christmas morning the girls found out that instead of stuff under the tree, we were taking a trip to Colorado to go skiing. On December 30, 2016 we flew to Denver. We stayed the night and some members of my family may or may not have spent a few hours Pokemon Go hunting.


The next day we drove to Salida. That evening we went to Monarch Ski Mountain to witness the New Year's Eve Torch Light Parade and fireworks. It was amazingly cool. And very, very cold outside. 



We woke up the next day ready to ski. And quickly realized that our selfie game was far from strong.






Oh wait! Maybe the selfie skills are improving!



Nope. Spoke too soon. Razor looks like he's run into a few trees with his helmet and sunglasses all wonky but really I think he's trying hard not to drop his phone off the ski lift.


We took lessons in the morning. Razor and I were thrilled how easily skiing came back to us and amazed at how quickly the girls picked it up. The tube carpet ride to get to the top of the bunny hill is a new invention since the last time I skied. I want to build one on the sledding hill back home. . .



We spent several days skiing Monarch Mountain and loved, loved, loved it. The snow was perfect. The runs were fantastic. The staff was super friendly. And we never, ever waited in a long line for the ski lifts.



This was one of the gorgeous views from our cabin.



Spending time with my family, experiencing nature and exploring new places. Bring on 2017!

-dana

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Catch up









So, December is shaping up nicely. With baking, quilting, cross stitching, holiday preparations and the hot chocolate station added to the kitchen. It's been cold and rainy which makes me feel warm and cozy inside my home and inspired to do all the above listed things. Win, win!

It's been weeks since the election and I've been wandering around life trying to make sense of it. I read so much news before the election and have taken almost a cold turkey approach since. So much to process. I've pulled back and sat wide eyed and dumbfounded. My stillness feels like self preservation. In these cozy December days, I'm hugging my family, celebrating good, appreciating people, ideas and differences, smiling at strangers, and vowing that my daily routine will show love, curiosity, compassion and gratefulness.  To all.

Less hate. More love.

Happiest of holidays to each of you.

-dana


Tuesday, December 13, 2016

So, this happened.


And I'm going to spend the next year teaching her how to drive. Didn't I just finish with the first one? Sheesh.

-dana

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

You're 15


I'm making you chicken fettuccine alfredo for dinner. Cause pasta is, hands down, your favorite kind of food. Like, any kind of pasta. Even cooked pasta just poured into the colander in the sink to drain. You are constantly sticking your fingers in there sneaking noodles.


This smile. This expression. You. It's exactly how the world sees you. Happy. Relaxed. Funny. Confident. Encouraging others and so supportive of their achievements. 


On the topic of achievements, you've got many. Start a rigorous high school program? Handle it like a pro. Decide you want to run competitively? Make it to State your first year. Encourage your group to take a project in a new direction? Be asked to present it to the whole school.


Confident and humble. Determined and inclusive. Great qualities by anyone's definition. They are the very essence of you. When I look back at what I've written past years on your birthday I see it as a common theme. It's just who you are through and through.

So, we will be eating chicken fettuccine alfredo shortly. Along with a salad. You and I were standing in the produce section of the grocery store thinking salad would be the perfect side dish. My hand was reaching for Romaine and you said that although you know I like more healthy lettuce options, you really were hoping for a nice Iceberg. You said "nice Iceberg" the same way a French chef might refer to an expensive bottle of wine. I laughed and grabbed the Iceberg.  For my birthday girl.

I love you.
Mom

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Break for pie


I'm taking a small break from this space. It's time to gather my thoughts. Hug my loved ones. And eat some pie. Happy Thanksgiving.

-dana