Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Everything is Messy

I spent two hours cleaning last night while Alec was out at a work thing and when I woke up this morning it was all messy again.  There is always a pile of something somewhere, a secret stash of coloured pencils hidden under a couch cushion, or a smell emanating from the back of the fridge.  
Being on time for anything is always three minutes outside of my grasp.  I crave order in my life yet seem incapable of establishing it.  

The abundance of mess seems to be an indication of the abundance of life.  The more I put on my plate, the more opportunities present themselves to me.  I feel vulnerable everyday and the universe reciprocates with more love and more tests.  Work is exploding with gifts of creative expression, new opportunities, and money.  I want to do everything all at once, right now.  Someone asked me the other day if where I am now is what I imagined for myself a year ago, I said it was better than I could have possibly hoped for.  It's better because it's not a dream, it's real and it's mine and I made it for myself.

Maybe the only order is the chaos and the inevitability of expansion and contraction.  And love, there is so much love to be had in life when we make space for it.  Instead of cleaning, I will go take a nap.

Sunday, 25 October 2015

Train Park

We took a drive to the train park in Scottsdale.  My family couldn't get it together to take a picture on or near the actual train (which you can ride and it goes all around the park, pretty much the best thing ever for kids).  This one from standing in line to get on is pretty cute though.

We took turns riding the carousel with Clementine.  I went first and it was her first time.  She was all cool before it started moving.  After a few up and downs on the horse, she threw her arms around my head and said "SKEEEWWWYY!!" (scary) for the rest of the ride.  It is not easy to stand upright with a tiny human on a galloping horse attached to ones head, let me tell you, least not of all while trying to ensure that said tiny human does not fall off of the galloping horse herself.

Even after all that she wanted to go again right away with Dada.

We moseyed over to the most epic complex of playground equipment, where Clem discovered misters and wet sand.  Here she is when we arrived, clean and angelic:

Here's forty seconds later:

My girl loves to play in the water and mud, like a moth to a lightbulb.  Its even better if she can rub it all over her clothes and in her hair.  She could have played this game for hours.

Seth and Bennet are the teenageriest teenagers.  Thankfully they are still perfectly wonderful to hang out with (even if they think that Alec is way more interesting than me now).

So tired on the drive home.