This Morning.

The temperature has dropped to the low thirties and the deck is covered in ice.

Even the stove and this cup of yesterday's coffee can't get me moving around the house.

The air feels thick and blue this morning, and under the covers is where I want to stay.

The kids are snuggled in close to me, catching up on cartoons--one with her thumb in the mouth and she forgets I can see.  She forgets she even does it, as she's been planting that thumb in her mouth since her time in my womb.  There's proof in the ultrasound photos.

Jet is full of puppy dog wines and most likely thoughts of the chickens up the road. 

Asher tells me, "I love you Mommy, I will never color on walls."

My kitchen table is covered in fabric, paper, glitter and glue,
and the kids have close to destroyed the rest.  I loath facing the mess.

I've heard two out of three tummies growl and it is enough to pull me out of bed.

The day officially begins now, starting with a fresh pot of coffee, a batch of Belgian waffles and worship music on Pandora.  Worship always changes the blues.

Blessings to you today,

Cassie

xx

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Whilst Waiting for Spring...

It snowed yesterday.  It hailed hard and then it snowed, covering the green grass in what is hopefully, winter's last forget-me-not.  My heart sank a little.  I told Husband last night that it seems that the more grownup I become, the more the rain seems to press into my soul; I ask myself, isn't the internal melancholy that shadows my spirit, enough?  I shun the possibility that I might one day need to leave the rain and the lengthy season that defines the northwest.  I attempt to accept it even more when my spirit wants to divert, because I don't believe it is the rain, but the melancholy that has a real hold on my spirit.  Rain or not, the melancholy follows, even on the brightest of days.  Once tiny seedlings of unsure longings, have since become some of my strongest roots.  Without any other fathomable alternative, I accept--the rain, these roots curled in melancholy and the seeking of solitude, and the sun whenever she so graciously shines.

Here are this week's Little Things...

Watching Brooklynn trying to ride Asher around on the back of his bike.

Hearing Husband tell Brooklynn as she attempts to climb her first tree,

You can't learn everything on the first try...and it struck me--isn't this true for all of us!

Standing in the yard after some intense weeding, looking up at the tall evergreens while feeling the first sixty-degree spring wind flow around me,

and feeling--everything is alright.  

How strong I feel while doing yoga.

Working from home--may it remain this way forever!

Phone calls from my besties in NYC so they could include me in some

childhood reminiscing.  I sat and talked with them for at least forty-five minutes, and it felt like we were on some city patio drinking iced tea and sharing appetizers on a warm spring afternoon.

Seeing the blossoms on the tip-top branches of the tree outside of the nook

and anticipating the tree's full bloom.

Finding inspiration in taking pictures.

Waking up to my kids at my bedside, with Brooklynn pulling back the drapes to peer outside, all the while, with Asher on her lap.

 

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