Over the last couple years, this blog has been a primary means for me to share creativity, chat about all things home, and occasionally share a deep insight or two.In this post, I shared about my history of journaling.  Although I haven’t included much journaling content on my blog, it may be working its way in more regularly.I don’t know what that means or where we will end up, but rather than analyze and ponder it to death, rather than force myself to have a plan and “work the plan”………I’m simply stepping forward.Fireman would be so proud.I love this guy.  This afternoon I went to make myself a latte and you know that little cup that holds the espresso grind?  It was still warm.  Still warm from when he made his latte a couple hours earlier.And you know what?  It made my heart go pitter-pat.  Which tickled me because he…

Have you ever noticed the magazine photos of mudrooms and kid-friendly lockers usually look something like this? Pottery Barn Beautiful baskets, fresh greenery, loads of oversized pillows, eye-catching accessories… ….and always a color-coordinated scarf or handbag on the hooks. Well, you won’t find a color-coordinated scarf or handbag in OUR kid-friendly lockers.  Maybe I’m silly, but I tend to keep Mommy paraphernalia in my closet. Fortunately, I was able to pull off some cute baskets.    = I found the rather plain, upper greige-colored baskets at our local Fred Meyer with plans to personalize them somehow.  When I ran across the jute-strung, wooden chalkboard signs at Michael’s for $1.50 apiece, I knew they were just what I had in mind. (Secret:  Although it looks like the signs are hanging from the front of the baskets, this Momma hot-glued them in place for reasons all you other Mommas know…

One of the things I loved about the book “Unbroken” was a relatively insignificant paragraph on page 167 describing Louis Zamperini’s observations while at sea (emphases purely my own):Louie found that the raft offered an unlikely intellectual refuge.  He had never recognized how noisy the civilized world was.  Here, drifting in almost total silence, with no scents other than the singed odor of the raft, no flavors on his tongue, nothing moving but the slow procession of shark fins, every vista empty save water and sky, his time unvaried and unbroken, his mind was freed of an encumbrance that civilization had imposed on it.  In his head, he could roam anywhere, and he found that his mind was quick and clear, his imagination unfettered and supple.  He could stay with a thought for hours, turning it about.I remember reading that passage for the first time, pausing, and reading it through again, more slowly this time.And something…..a longing?….craving?…pulled hard…

I read a post at Thistlewood Farms today that blessed my little heart. And got me to thinking. Jamie Eaton Thinking about how I see myself at this stage in my life…and also about how others see me. Which led me to pondering how interesting it is that depending on our environment, family size, activities, passions, and relationships, who we “are” changes in the eyes of others observing. Yet all along, in our own eyes, we’re still every environment, we’re still the same mom/sister/daughter, each activity is still in us, every passion still part of who we are, we’re still every friend we’ve always been. Only others often don’t see all of that.  They only see the you that is now. Which is why, in my pondering, it suddenly occurred to me that twenty years ago this year I pursued a passion that is still very much a part of…

It’s the day after Thanksgiving and my beloved sister asks, “Would you like me to keep the kids for the day so you can be home alone?  Clean your house?  Catch up on a few things?” I think I started to cry. Right before I laughed out loud. And then I became so excited considering all the things I could accomplish given a whole, ENTIRE day…. You know.  All those practical, sensible things like ~ A) Clean my house (which is very therapeutic for me when I’m alone) B) Catch up on paperwork C) Plan homeschool lessons D) Organize the pantry E) Finish sanding the lockers Firefighter just built (I stole this husband-naming from author Ann Voskamp, who refers to her husband as Farmer.  I’m chuckling just thinking about the moment the hubby reads it in here.) F) Write Christmas cards G) Exercise But I…

I’ve always been a reader.  I was one of those little girls who would read every surface on the cereal box while eating breakfast, including the honey bear label.  My siblings and I used to hide our current books from one another for fear they would be hijacked before we finished reading them. As an adult, I still enjoy literary works from almost every genre.  I love beautiful language, historically-based stories, and rich character development.  My appreciation for Walt Whitman and William Wordsworth deepens with age. There are a few books, however, I find myself returning to again and again, more for reference and inspiration than for storyline.   Each one of the above titles has changed my life powerfully in some way, and in specific seasons. Were you to browse through my own personal copy of each, you would find many, many dog-eared pages, underlines, highlights, comments, and dates…

For those of you who know us, you also know our home is looking a bit different these days. With the addition of two little nieces and a nephew, our home is sporting a lot of Hello Kitty, Legos, markers, and matchbox cars. But also a lot of laughter and snuggling.  And I REALLY needed a good excuse to pull out Goodnight Moon again. In the midst of all the busy-ness, we’re doing our best to embrace Alaska’s short-lived fall in all its burlap/caramel apple/russet~orange yumminess. During this season of change, may we maintain an attitude of gratefulness for all we have, and all we will be, in Christ. Happy Fall from our family ~ to yours 🙂 Jaimee

When we’re young, we strive to reach an ideal we’ve carried in our minds, an ideal which is a compilation of movie scenes, books we’ve read, families we’ve observed, truths we’ve learned, bits of life we’ve lived. We may not be able to accurately define this ideal early on, but its power propels us forward.  As we progress through schooling and relationships, jobs and big purchases, travels and recreation, it dances just out of reach beyond our fingertips ~ always there, yet never quite in focus ~ never quite attainable. Its drive is so very strong it carries us through excruciating tests, long hours on the job, heartache, moments of reprieve, and more striving.  It influences the clothes we purchase, the houses we buy, the activities we pursue, the way we parent your children, the way we spend money.  It drives our values, our choices, and our motivations. It…

I finished a little dresser this morning. Light and unassuming, this piece didn’t have a lot of carvings, turned legs, or molding, so I embellished the drawers with painted ceramic knobs from Hobby Lobby… …then stripped and stained the top to resemble old barnwood. I love how the dark wooden top gives this airy little piece substance. Like a little girl who’s growing up. Happy Tuesday, Jaimee