…This is a gift I give to my aimless self. Time spent writing. Because what ends up flowing out once the pen begins to glide across the page are collections of thoughts I didn’t know I had back there, being sifted through like unpacked boxes in the attic. Forgotten treasures and some forgotten junk…

“When I attempted to be present in the daily grind of life, I became irritated with myself for not appreciating it all. That is not how to do presence. That is an attempt at unnaturally forced gratitude.”

Continuing on here from Part I on what I’ve learned about learning, and then shining a light on some of the ways this homeschooling lifestyle has impacted my own personal growth in Part II…

An extraordinary start to a typical day and the matter of caring to notice

Inspired by my interview with Teresa Wiedrick of The Homeschool Mama Self-Care Podcast

An ode to the sensory experience…

If you don’t try to fall in love with Winter, it will break your heart.

I say: Monster. You see: Classic Frankenstein? Red-eyed demon? Ruthless authoritarian? Furry, lovable Grover? Monsters visited me yesterday.

An excerpt from last week’s morning pages: The wind comes sweeping through the trees like a freight train. The sound intrigues me. The way the tree tops dance and sway hypnotizes me. A lesson about turbulent times-

I was a footling breech baby born under a waning crescent moon in May and delivered via emergency C-section.