
do you know what this is?
I imagine the stork flying high above pointy roofs, through the clouds, and during my fall from his pouch to my parents (probably through the chimney, you know how cartoons are) I traveled through time and although I was meant for an era long ago, I landed here.
At least that's how I feel when I tie my apron, and make a gigantic pot of minestrone soup, chopping vegetables, stirring, spicing, with Glenn Miller and Charlie Parker playing in the kitchen.
I visited my grandparents yesterday and felt the overwhelming (and I truly mean, I felt something come over me, physically) need to have them come live with me. All this talk of moving to an assisted living facility is exciting for them. But it doesn't seem right to me. In another day, another age, family would all be together. And imagine what a blessing it would be for my children to be influenced by the love of their great grandparents in our home, too. I think about those Longhouses of the Native Americans- how a whole BIG family would live together, how I really kind of think it was meant to be. Who came up with the idea of us all separating out and away from each other anyway? I also think maybe that stork meant to drop me off in a whole other country as well...
They aren't going to come live with us (at least I don't think so) but they are welcome to, even though I know it would be so much work- and a little insane (by selfish worldly standards)- it feels right in my heart. I already thought of the blog post title if they did: "We're expecting! (But it's not what you think.)"
Oh PS, that pretty flower is the bottom half of a celery stalk.
photo taken with my iPhone, Hipstamatic app, John S, blank film.
At least that's how I feel when I tie my apron, and make a gigantic pot of minestrone soup, chopping vegetables, stirring, spicing, with Glenn Miller and Charlie Parker playing in the kitchen.
I visited my grandparents yesterday and felt the overwhelming (and I truly mean, I felt something come over me, physically) need to have them come live with me. All this talk of moving to an assisted living facility is exciting for them. But it doesn't seem right to me. In another day, another age, family would all be together. And imagine what a blessing it would be for my children to be influenced by the love of their great grandparents in our home, too. I think about those Longhouses of the Native Americans- how a whole BIG family would live together, how I really kind of think it was meant to be. Who came up with the idea of us all separating out and away from each other anyway? I also think maybe that stork meant to drop me off in a whole other country as well...
They aren't going to come live with us (at least I don't think so) but they are welcome to, even though I know it would be so much work- and a little insane (by selfish worldly standards)- it feels right in my heart. I already thought of the blog post title if they did: "We're expecting! (But it's not what you think.)"
Oh PS, that pretty flower is the bottom half of a celery stalk.
photo taken with my iPhone, Hipstamatic app, John S, blank film.
























