On my mind and in my days

I share glimpses of what's been on my mind and in my days here...I celebrate the tiny gifts that arrive in the mail, the joy of trying new wines, the brilliant colors that drift in and out my daily periphery, the rock formations (The Royal Arch hike--the longest and best one yet), the views that you must be tired of seeing and reading about by now, the latest book that arrived in the mail that's inspired me to take my polaroids to France with me, regardless of how heavy they are, and the vintage blue underwood beauty that was waiting for me in a local paper shop...she actually types in cursive...

France is just around the corner my friends. I cannot wait to share it with you.  I will pop in with pictures, maybe some words if there is time...

much love to you

xoxo

ps.  Would you like a postcard from France? Please email me your address to wwdblog at gmail by Monday, May 28th, and I will be sure to send one to you!!

pss.  I change the music in the sidebar every week so make sure you check it out, ya know...if you want to :)...

In living color

I had few words this morning, and am feeling a need to turn inward for a few days.  So, I thought it would be perfect when I saw Ginny's post this morning, to join in and just share some living color.  Have a wonderful day and be back in a few :)...

A glowing presence (did you see it?)

We were out and about most of the day yesterday, and as the sun slowly set, a strange and beautiful hue began to fill the sky.

I couldn't believe the colors I was seeing and just kept snapping away. And then I saw it.

At first I was unsure what it was and thought it was a reflection of something else, but then it began to be clear exactly what I was watching.

The pinks disappeared, only to replaced by the orange glow of the moon. One by one, passersby stopped just as I did, hoping to capture by camera just an ounce of its beauty. On the water, I noticed we weren't the only ones coming out to greet the moon.

It's these memorable moments that bring gratitude and amazement. The best part was that I was sharing this moment, quietly, with everything and everyone else around me as we all had stopped, knowing that what we were seeing was quite special.

A way to begin and a way to end

The best part of unschooling is when there is no judgement between the busiest day, and the laziest day. It's all good. This morning began rather sweetly, with some chocolate biscotti and some scoping around. 

Rock painting, running club, triop hunting, going down a slide and loving on someone's pup...

After a full day of living--a full day of unschooling, what a remarkable way to begin and end our days.