To be alive is a terrible beauty. 

Our close relationships, our experience of nature, and a host of other things offer us challenge and blessing in equal measure.

It's hard to remember that we ought to stop and savor the details. We don't always have it in us to do this. That's ok. When we do have the wherewithal, we ought to take notice. It will be enough.

So, I submit to you some things I've been able to stop and notice recently in hopes that you, Reader, will find your own things in your own life to notice. These are ordinary things seen during ordinary days of mundane work and conversation. It will seem strange, perhaps, that there are pictures of me buried in here. I think it's particularly healthy and right for mothers to stop and remember that they are lovely and still exactly who they're meant to be - sometimes doing all of the mom things can take it out of us. We feel like we haven't got anything of of that spunky young lady left . . . but she's always there, moms. She's always with you. Motherhood might stretch us in every way possible, but if we're fully present, it will not obliterate us. We'll still be ourselves.

Peace&Goodness,

OLL

A pin my aunt Sally gave to me in memory of my Grandma, who knew all the songbirds by name and call.

A pin my aunt Sally gave to me in memory of my Grandma, who knew all the songbirds by name and call.

A weed in the grass by the school parking lot.

A weed in the grass by the school parking lot.

The full moon a few minutes before its partial eclipse.

The full moon a few minutes before its partial eclipse.

My boys, always in motion.

My boys, always in motion.

My son, still wanting to hold my hand.

My son, still wanting to hold my hand.

A baby lamb's ear growing in the sun.

A baby lamb's ear growing in the sun.

My son, figuring things out.

My son, figuring things out.

Cherry blossoms braving the cold weather.

Cherry blossoms braving the cold weather.

A new hair cut, a twirly skirt, a red coat, and the sunshine.

A new hair cut, a twirly skirt, a red coat, and the sunshine.

Seriously. Something about this old red coat makes me feel like a wonderful mystery is afoot.

Seriously. Something about this old red coat makes me feel like a wonderful mystery is afoot.

Blossoms overflowing.

Blossoms overflowing.

A gift from another mom who saw that I was struggling with a common toddler vs. food issue . . . help from somebody who didn't have to help, but decided to help anyway. 

A gift from another mom who saw that I was struggling with a common toddler vs. food issue . . . help from somebody who didn't have to help, but decided to help anyway. 

Defiant, yellow flowers in a downtown parking area.

Defiant, yellow flowers in a downtown parking area.

My hand. I am so thankful for my hands. They cook for my family. They clean. They write music. They play music. They shake the hands and hold the hands of other people. They help me to connect to the world around me. 

My hand. I am so thankful for my hands. They cook for my family. They clean. They write music. They play music. They shake the hands and hold the hands of other people. They help me to connect to the world around me. 

The first spring beauty showing her face in my back yard.

The first spring beauty showing her face in my back yard.

Basil and mint growing in my mother's kitchen window.

Basil and mint growing in my mother's kitchen window.

My sister and my son.

My sister and my son.

Our piano bench at home in the morning light.

Our piano bench at home in the morning light.

A picture my sister took the day before my most recent recording session.

A picture my sister took the day before my most recent recording session.

An empty song book waiting for new songs.

An empty song book waiting for new songs.

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