Monday, April 21, 2014

Easter

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While things this past week might not have gone exactly the way we wanted, we did our best to make the most out of our weekend home together.  Putting a week full of fevers, yucky feelings, and multiple trips to the doctor behind us we opted for a simple weekend close to home.  


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Just exactly what we needed to lift our spirits and move us forward.  Thankfully everyone was feeling much better and able to enjoy some holiday festivities (and a few naps along the way).  And don't worry, she's not really sad, just concentrating on finding the eggs since they were hidden "so super tricky".  

Friday, April 18, 2014

This Moment

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 {this moment} A Friday ritual, inspired by Soulemama. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Oklahoma weather

"If you don't like the weather in Oklahoma, wait a minute and it'll change." 
~Will Rogers


Oklahoma weather certainly does have a way of keeping us on our toes, especially in the Springtime.  So far in April we've gone from incredibly warm 80 degree days of shorts wearing suddenly stopped by below freezing temps and snow the next day.  And of course it wouldn't be a true Oklahoma Spring if there wasn't a tornado watch thrown right in the middle of that to keep things interesting.  Even I was impressed by the chaos that Mother Nature sent our way in less than 48 hours.  Well played.  Just a gentle reminder that Oklahoma weather is nothing if not predictably unpredictable.

Though after the weather and storms we all went through last year, I'm not sure we really needed a reminder.  We're all very well aware of what can happen when Spring storms start to roll in.  Understandably, a lot of people were on edge when these clouds started to roll in...  

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Even still, when the storms start to roll in I often find myself drawn out towards the clouds.  I've always had a fascination with the weather, and severe weather is no exception.  It is a nearly magical and breathtaking experience to be out in the middle of nowhere and watch the clouds swirl and change around you.  The enormous and unyielding power of nature is something that everyone should take time to immerse themselves in somehow.  


Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Three Sisters Festival

One of our favorite ways to usher in Spring is by participating in the annual Three Sisters Festival at the Chickasaw Cultural Center.  This year the girls were exceptionally excited since we have started to learn to speak Chickasaw.  They were more than ready to immerse themselves in our heritage and hopefully discover some new things along the way.   

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I always feel so at peace surrounded by all the history and beauty of this culture.  Immersing ourselves in the music and language of our ancestors is such an amazing experience, no matter how often it occurs.  Sharing the story of the Three Sisters and planting the garden is such an important part of Spring for us.  

A long time ago there were three sisters who lived together in a field. These sisters were quite different from one another in their size and way of dressing. The little sister was so young that she could only crawl at first, and she was dressed in green.

The second sister wore a bright yellow dress, and she had a way of running off by herself when the sun shone and the soft wind blew in her face.

The third was the eldest sister, standing always very straight and tall above the other sisters and trying to protect them. She wore a pale green shawl, and she had long, yellow hair that tossed about her head in the breeze.

There was one way the sisters were all alike, though. They loved each other dearly, and they always stayed together. This made them very strong.

One day a stranger came to the field of the Three Sisters - a Mohawk boy. He talked to the birds and other animals - this caught the attention of the three sisters.

Late that summer, the youngest and smallest sister disappeared. Her sisters were sad.

Again the Mohawk boy came to the field to gather reeds at the water's edge. The two sisters who were left watched his moccasin trail, and that night the second sister - the one in the yellow dress - disappeared as well.

Now the Elder Sister was the only one left.

She continued to stand tall in her field. When the Mohawk boy saw that she missed her sisters, he brought them all back together and they became stronger together, again.


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This year the girls still remained on the sidelines and watched the dancing, but surprised us all by joining in on several other activities including spear throwing and a rather aggressive game of stick ball.   I think we may have found a new favorite outdoor game for our entire family.

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Friday, April 4, 2014

Winter Recap

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As much as these two loved all the powdery white stuff that fell on us this Winter they are more than happy to welcome in the wonderful Spring weather we've been experiencing as of late.  With temperatures reaching over 80 degrees this week it's hard to believe that some of these pictures were taken not long ago.  Though I will happily admit to hoping that we don't see more of this type of weather for several more months.  At least. 























Monday, March 31, 2014

Writing

In the beginning hours of nighttime, when the house is finally quiet and settled and I put myself to bed as well, those are the moments in which my mind also settles from the noise of the day.  It is in those moments that my thoughts become just a bit more clear and I'm able to really think about the things around me.  Silenced are the phone calls, must do's, and demands of the day and I am finally alone with my thoughts and they are free to flow.

Once upon a time these were the moments I would pull myself out of bed and put pen to paper, letting my thoughts stream out, leading wherever they wished.  This is something my grandmother taught me years ago, when I would have trouble shutting out the constantly running dialogue running in my mind so I could finally drift off to sleep.

These days I find myself more and more hesitant to leave the warm comfort of my bed.  Whether it is simply the chilly weather or the near exhaustion stemming from our suddenly busier days, I just can't seem to remove myself from the warm comfort of my quilt in order to write anything.  And so I lie there, letting my thoughts run a silent narrative for only myself to hear.  Always vowing to remember and write them all out in the morning.

Of course morning comes and I find myself unable to recapture the thoughts that, just a few hours before, seemed so important and so necessary.  Lost in the busyness of breakfast and morning rituals, those words disappear with the rising sun.  Journal pages go unwritten, blog posts go unpublished, and heartfelt messages to dear friends and family go unsent.  Things I really cherish getting lost in the shuffle of life.

So today I am challenging myself to write something every day.  A letter to a family member recounting a favorite memory, a quick email to a friend letting them know I am thinking of them, or a quick line or two in my journal...anything that gets me putting thoughts down somewhere.  I'm including blog posts in this challenge as well.  Above all else this blog is a way to capture memories for our family, a record that we can look back on and remember the past through the words and pictures.  So, even if the posts consist of merely a few words scrawled below a group of pictures (or a lot of words above a seemingly unrelated photo), I want to have that record.  No more neglecting this space because I don't have the perfect words to say, something is nearly always better than nothing.


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Friday, March 14, 2014

This Moment

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 {this moment} A Friday ritual, inspired by Soulemama. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

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