More October Tidbits
Get a load of this pizza! Bethany made this tonight after reading the no-knead pizza posting this afternoon. That’s some quick menu planning (not that I can relate) and what I love about lots of the mothers and women in my life. They are serious doers–volunteering at preschool, calling a client back, starting a load of laundry, planning ahead for their father-in-law’s birthday present, AND throwing together a show-stopping pizza from a friend’s blog. Bethany, you’re as a much a rockstar as I’ll ever meet.
I’m realizing I don’t have a lot of profundities to deliver lately, and that’s alright. Maybe every ounce of introspective energy was spent on my retreat. Since I came home, I’ve had a lot more energy and clarity in my days. I made a list there of all my next steps (”Um, Sarah?! We’ve heard all this already!“) and I feel I’m moving through them with intention, confidence, and openness to outcome. This sweet turn of events isn’t because I’ve been trying really hard (striving, as Momosis says), but because I’ve decided to accept the goodness and strength that was waiting in the wings all along. The other morning, I stepped outside and saw perfect, intricate spider webs on every bush and branch. And still, Julian of Norwich saying, All shall be well and all manner of things shall be well.
A couple tidbits from around town… Loretta and I had a date at Oddfellows recently. It was 8 am. NOBODY on Capitol Hill is awake at 8 am, so we had the place to ourselves. We split a piece of peach upside-down cake, and she danced to the music and was fascinated by everything on the condiment bar. I drank this picture perfect latte and we had the most reciprocal conversation a 35 and 2-year-old could have. When she’s not demanding things and driving me crazy, I want to shrink her, make her stay 2.75 forever.
We had a family outing to Pike Place before my catering gig, on the hunt for smoked salmon and French carrots. We ran through Post Alley in the morning chill, Loretta and her little diapered butt doing their best to keep up. Even in my carrot-and -smoked-salmon preoccupied state, I sensed the gravity of the moment, the reality that this season of our life will be over much sooner than we could ever dream.
Love the spiderweb pic. You’re getting quite good with that camera!
Thanks for the link and for adding me to your blogroll awhile back.
I’m glad you’ve been able to feel more centered lately.
You mentioned loving some “serious doers.” I’d like to be a “serious beer.” HEY, be-er spells beer. Hilarious. To me, anyway. What do I want to be when I grow up? A beer.
Must stop posting jibber jabber at 1 am and go to sleep. Here I go…
ok Bethany tonight I will make this, show stopper is right. my friend ellen gave me this recipe a month ago cuz she is so sold on this bread and told me I had to make it, and now I’m convinced.
watch out nyc here they come ready or not.
p.s. the october pictures capture october’s spirit, i appreciate your photography as much as your stove.
you won’t regret it…so yummy, crispy, crackery, deliciousness. i want to see a picture of yours…it will be exquisite, i know. i miss seeing you around! must run into you more often…..
…and naomi you are on to something, if i could be anything by the time i die,(i’m way grown up already) i want to be a be-er…and being the beer lover that i am i love how being turns into beer….it is nice we can be anything we want to be on this blog and it’s all ok. catch up on your sleep now.
I loved everything about this post, SO MUCH. I really have nothing else to say but that the idea of a mom and her daughter sitting down in a quiet space and talking? makes me so happy.
three things pop out at me:
1.picture of the spiderweb is beautiful and still
2. when you talk about Loretta and you’re feelings toward her…I completely relate. As I’m typing I’m teary eyed because there are SO many moments when all I want to do is pull my hair out by the simple complexities of mothering little ones (”seriously, did you JUST purposefully spill milk all over your pants?!” moments). Yet in my emotional aftermath, I can’t help but think…”this is going to be over in an instant (as mine is 2.75 as well) and I will want these frustrating moments back once I get to the other side.”
3. I am making pizza tonight for dinner and thought I would try this new dough recipe, but first this emotional mama needs some leftover beans, rice & cheese in her body for 2:00 lunch
i could only check off a few of those things on that list of ‘to-dos’. but that pizza made dinner a breeze. i also love the idea of you and loretta sitting and having a conversation and can totally relate to the ‘dr. jekyll and mr. hyde-ness’ of the days. sometimes, the day can last forever, willingly, and other days can’t end soon enough. but it is so temporary, isn’t it?
“normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. let me hold you while i may, for it may not always be so.” -mary jean iron
Yum! What you whipped up looks so damn good. If I was your neighbor I’d be inviting myself over.
P.s. Love the quote you posted. I might add it to my computer monitor here at work.
i would have invited you over before you invited yourself…so there!
Sister. Gorgeous pictures, that spider web? Amazing in and of itself and your documentation of it is beautiful. Love the ruminating mixed with the food talk.
xo.
You so perfectly capture how bittersweet these moments are with our small children. The hard work and the utter luxury of having them be so little and perfect.