Praying

 

It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

 

a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway

 

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

 

~ Mary Oliver ~

 

 

(Thirst)

 

hmmm.. i could say i have been reading poetry, but this one came from an oprah magazine i snagged from the gym.  oddly enough i have had the oddest conversations about oprah recently.  some people really hate her, but i have to admit that the magazine was awesome.  from very healthy looking models to oprah's letter about her inability to keep up with her own life, to the 20 page pull out about how to have a green christmas and recycle everything you give and get, not to mention some good coupons.  enjoy.

Saturday Morning

Since I've drastically cut back on work and therefore dramatically cut back on my stress levels, we have found a new time in our lives:  Saturday morning.  It is amazing to live in this time.  Cartoons, breakfast, coffee on the coach and no rush.  It is the best time ever.  Yesterday morning Noah slept til after seven (which is like 11:30 am in baby time) and we all woke up rested and happy.  Paul was still cold and sleepy and so he put a blanket over his head and played games with Noah.  How wonderful to watch our new favorite time with a Rock Church Mug and Starbucks Dark Italian Roast on the first of december.  bring it on advent.