Anyone who knows me well has certainly heard me mention this book time and time again. It has become one of my favorite books about food and I have used so many of the principles and teachings in this book to shape the way that I feed my family.
Visit the Blessed Nest Perch to read a bit more of my thoughts on this book.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
blogging comforts
It's been a while since I last posted. I just noticed that my last post marked 200 posts that I have written and published on this little blog of mine. Who knew that I had that much to share with the world!
Part of what has kept me from posting anything recently is my inability to access and manage my personal photos. There is something about choosing that perfect photo to complete my thoughts and stories that makes it a little more appealing and worthwhile.
We had a computer disaster exactly two weeks ago that hit me like a runaway caboose and literally brought me to tears. Our computer crashed and our hard drive just died, trapping within it thousands of images of three little faces and all little moments of living that we have been sharing and experiencing over the last few years.
Regretfully, I was never diligent about backing up my photos and honestly never gave it much thought. I had uploaded quite a few photos to a third-party site and had printed many photos of special vacations, holidays and such. But there is so much more to life than the big moments.
After I got the news about losing my photos, I literally fell to my knees and wept.
I tried to remember all of the photos that I had taken over the last several years- walks in the woods, teaching my kids to sew, forts they'd built, a weekend away with Mike, baby pictures and delicate moments of learning. As each image came to mind so did the reality that they were lost; trapped somewhere in a dis-functional piece of metal and wire.
After raiding every closet and shelf in my house and piecing together our life over the last eight years, I realized that I did have so many of those moments and was able to find some hope in that reality.
And then I realized that I had posted so many of those still, quiet moments on this blog. The amazing thing about blogging is that we get to choose what we want to show the world. And this inevitably usually turns out to be our best.
I have posted so many of my best photos here on the blog and will be able to have, not only the images themselves, but also the words that I have put along with them to tell their story.
So, until I can put aside enough savings to pay for our hard-drive to be recovered by a professional company, I will take comfort in thumbing through the old posts on this little blog that I have so faithfully kept for over 200 posts now!
Part of what has kept me from posting anything recently is my inability to access and manage my personal photos. There is something about choosing that perfect photo to complete my thoughts and stories that makes it a little more appealing and worthwhile.
We had a computer disaster exactly two weeks ago that hit me like a runaway caboose and literally brought me to tears. Our computer crashed and our hard drive just died, trapping within it thousands of images of three little faces and all little moments of living that we have been sharing and experiencing over the last few years.
Regretfully, I was never diligent about backing up my photos and honestly never gave it much thought. I had uploaded quite a few photos to a third-party site and had printed many photos of special vacations, holidays and such. But there is so much more to life than the big moments.
After I got the news about losing my photos, I literally fell to my knees and wept.
I tried to remember all of the photos that I had taken over the last several years- walks in the woods, teaching my kids to sew, forts they'd built, a weekend away with Mike, baby pictures and delicate moments of learning. As each image came to mind so did the reality that they were lost; trapped somewhere in a dis-functional piece of metal and wire.
After raiding every closet and shelf in my house and piecing together our life over the last eight years, I realized that I did have so many of those moments and was able to find some hope in that reality.
And then I realized that I had posted so many of those still, quiet moments on this blog. The amazing thing about blogging is that we get to choose what we want to show the world. And this inevitably usually turns out to be our best.
I have posted so many of my best photos here on the blog and will be able to have, not only the images themselves, but also the words that I have put along with them to tell their story.
So, until I can put aside enough savings to pay for our hard-drive to be recovered by a professional company, I will take comfort in thumbing through the old posts on this little blog that I have so faithfully kept for over 200 posts now!
Monday, February 02, 2009
woolens and winter
Today was our second day of Monday Homeschool Classes- our homeschooling co-op with nearly 40 families participating this term. It is really exciting to see all of these children together each week learning, playing, sharing and using their lungs and limbs to experience life to the fullest.
Sophia has been enjoying a class called Sheep to Scarves where she is able to participate in the entire process of shearing a sheep all the way to making that spun yarn into a scarf. It is really thrilling to watch her experience the process at its various stages- see it, feel it and smell it. I had no idea that skirting the fleece was such a smelly and dirty job!
So today the children washed the wool and began the carding process. What enormously difficult work. It would take a great deal of patience and vision for me to be able to see this process through to completion even though I am a wanna-be farmer at heart.
There is certainly fiber in the air over here and I am deciding just what I want to do with it. Should I learn to knit? Crochet? Just be a support to Sophia while she learns?
We shall see. But in the meantime. I am just dreaming about knitting a soft, warm blanket with wool that we have sheared, skirted, washed, carded, dyed, spun and woven ourselves.
Sophia has been enjoying a class called Sheep to Scarves where she is able to participate in the entire process of shearing a sheep all the way to making that spun yarn into a scarf. It is really thrilling to watch her experience the process at its various stages- see it, feel it and smell it. I had no idea that skirting the fleece was such a smelly and dirty job!
So today the children washed the wool and began the carding process. What enormously difficult work. It would take a great deal of patience and vision for me to be able to see this process through to completion even though I am a wanna-be farmer at heart.
There is certainly fiber in the air over here and I am deciding just what I want to do with it. Should I learn to knit? Crochet? Just be a support to Sophia while she learns?
We shall see. But in the meantime. I am just dreaming about knitting a soft, warm blanket with wool that we have sheared, skirted, washed, carded, dyed, spun and woven ourselves.
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