Wednesday, 12 June 2013
Saturday, 8 June 2013
These are quiet days, the calm before the storm. Three weeks to pack and dispose of an entire household in preparation for a year of travel. I have to admit I'm not feeling inspired or excited at the prospect. I love our little house up on it's hill overlooking the school and tree covered mountain. I love the gentle rhythm of our days. He is a quiet spirit this one, I wonder if he will take to travel in the same way his brother did. We lived nearly three years in India when D was small, moving constantly. So very different from this time around. I don't miss the adventure, I thought I would but I like our quiet little life here.
Things have been set in motion though, and soon we'll be on our way...
Monday, 13 May 2013
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Friday, 19 April 2013
So it seems I've lost the thread a little... again... I do this. Time is in short supply these days and I find myself wanting to simplify anywhere I can. I am craving quiet, and so things get put by the way side or slip between the cracks. Time management is an art that I have not mastered and am somewhat in awe of these days. I have a few 'project 52' photos waiting to make it off my camera, but today I will share faeries instead and a new website. You can see more of these little ones at www.lavenderandlark.com
Tomorrow is Friday, my mad rush before market-day day. I have two little ones awaiting finishing touches. I keep being tempted away from them though. I've started Tsoknyi's first birthday present, a large doll, one for him to hold and cuddle, and I am in love with the process. My fingers feel so free with all of this space to roam over, so different from my usual tiny stitches and tight work. I can't help caressing his beautiful face with round, soft wool cheeks. I promise pictures soon. He is going to be a little nomad baby for my nomad boy :)
Monday, 1 April 2013
The Easter bunny was up very late in our home creating a new family tradition, a felted egg for each boy, every year, so when they are grown they have their own beautiful collection.
I woke at 2am to the sounds of an eight year old beginning his Easter hunt. I sent him back to bed until 6 am when he couldn't stand to wait any longer. The Easter bunny had a sense of humour this year, Dawa found a pineapple in his shirt drawer, kiwis in our shoes, and a trail of bunny crackers leading to little chocolate eggs all around the house and into the yard.