Great light from the other morning. Have had a horrible cold this week, no doubt caught from the children and the double dose of back-to-school germs we have going on. My head is so stuffed up I feel like it’s floating above my body; I feel vaguely dizzy and a little disoriented a lot of the time. I am on the mend now but Monday and Tuesday I felt lousy.
My brain isn’t really functioning as a result and so I don’t have anything of interest to say.

She’s a natural. Look how intuitive that position looks. Look how spellbound that face is (ha!). I think we’ve created an obsession here.

I am all for ways to make making planet-wise decisions easy for people. I really like this site, www.simplesteps.org, which has all kinds of ideas for families.

It’s Saturday morning, and I woke up with a sore throat, swollen glands, and 100.5 fever. Yuck. Gracie has a back-to-school cold and I guess I caught that. We sent Matt and Whit off to hike with the Lavallees and now Grace is lying inanimate in front of the TV, rousing only occasionally to hack up a lung, and I’m in bed. Must admit, this is pretty divine, despite feeling lousy.

There is one Cookie magazine columnist that I just love. She writes book reviews, but I prefer her own writing to any of the books she refers to. A few excerpts, from this month’s article about parenting lessons she’s learned from fiction:

“You will spend your life trying to describe the holy mountainous landscape of motherhood with accuracy, and without defensiveness…. Literature will tell you that you are not alone. It will show you that others feel the same intense zig and zag of emotion pulsing through them every day.”

“‘The hours pass slowly,’ a friend once remarked about staying home with a newborn, ‘but the days go quickly.’ This shifting quality of time persists, mainly because the sacred and the mundane are forever commingling. Over the days, your life moves dutifully from one errand to the next, and yet over the years, it takes on an epic quality. ‘Is life fascinating or boring?’ a mother asks in Diane Johnson’s wonderful and eccentric novel The Shadow Knows. ‘Is everything clear and decided, or are there possibilities for wonder unbounded?’ The ansewr, of course is: both.”

“In the first few months after having a baby, I was so tired, I wasn’t even tired anymore. I felt as if God had reached down and pressed eacho f his thumbs into my eyes, leaving me with a kind of starry sensation, a surreal sense of my big, new life as it hurried on around me.”

Another fantastic quote from GodMom Glo … by KT Tunstall:

As I walk away I look over my shoulder
To see what I am leaving behind
Pieces of puzzles
And wishes on eyelashes fade
Oh, how do I show all the love inside my heart?

For this is all new, and I am feeling my way through the dark…

I used to talk with honest conviction with how I predicted my world
I am going to leave it to star gazers, tell me what your telescope sayas
Oh, what is in store for me now?
It’s coming apart.

I know that it’s true
Cuz I am feeling my way through the dark