from Eliza'a Instagram feed yesterday: "casually spinning wool for an art assignment"
seeing:: woke up to see snowfall on the mountain this morning. Whoa!
enjoying:: the cozy, along with the sound of thunder accompanying last night's rain. With every big crack, I let out a loud cheer. It's been a while since we've had a good thunderstorm.
listening:: Green Eyes and God Put a Smile Upon Your Face by Coldplay.,, a few of my old favorites.
outing:: lots of time sitting in doctors' office waiting rooms this week with Sam (ingrown toenail procedure), Papa yesterday morning, Mama yesterday afternoon. Everyone's doing great, by the way.
smiling:: A young fifteen year old neighborhood boy named Riley and my dad have a special relationship. It all started when Riley was about five years old and found out about my dad's "glory days" when he played college football (quarterback) at Brigham Young University (where my oldest four children and I attended, as well.). He soon began idolizing him by asking for Dad's autograph, and sitting next to him all these years in church every week. They are best buds and this just thrills me. Last Sunday, my dad invited my cousin's son who plays as a BYU center, along with a couple of other players to come over for a "BYU football party" to surprise young Riley and his family who thought they were just coming over for a visit. This thank you note he received from this sweet boy warms my heart and makes me so proud of my dad's goodness and friendship to so many.
reading:: finished and still plowing through my book stack these last few weeks: Slowing Time: Seeing the Sacred Outside Your Kitchen Door (Mahany), The Root of This Longing: Reconciling a Spiritual Hunger and a Feminist Thirst (Flinders), Writing Down Your Soul (Conner), The Siege (Dunmore)
baking/cooking:: With the approach of my very favorite time of year, I've sure been smitten with the baking bug lately. I have so many things I want to practice, explore, and create. Looking forward to quiet, cozy days in my kitchen making delicious and beautiful delights for my loves. Last night's dinner was a yummy creamy cashew vegetable curry and tonight we'll enjoy a sweet potato chopotle soup to go along with the bread I baked this morning and the apple pie Isaac and I made together this afternoon. I'm really motivated to up my frugality ante by producing as many things as I can at home like bread, tortillas, treats, etc.
heart-melting:: this, too, that Eliza shared today on her Insta: "It's a cool feeling when you wake up and realize you're living the dream you had for yourself when you were a little girl. I hope I can make her proud."
I think careful cooking is love, don't you? The loveliest thing you can cook for someone who's close to you is about as nice a Valentine as you can give.
~ Julia Child
A big pot of soup with homemade noodles
warm loaves of apple-cinnamon twist bread
love language for my peeps this cozy (almost autumn!) September day.
:: game playing :: nature walking :: sunset basking :: movie watching :: belly laughing
:: late sleeping :: village outing :: soda fountain sipping :: good food eating :: nap taking
:: leaf peeping :: photo taking :: book reading :: journal writing
:: family building :: moment loving :: memory making
Woke with the dawn this morning.
put on my robe, headed downstairs,
and greeted the quiet morning
out back on the deck,
A beautiful, grounding, peaceful way to start the day
sipping and cradling a warm mug of chai
I brewed yesterday.
No run, but a nice,long walk
instead with this nasty cold that still lingers.
I see and think deeper,
it seems, with the slower pace.
Making plans, gathering groceries
for our little cabin overnighter
with some of the kids tomorrow.
What a treat to be there on that mountain-side,
surrounded by those brilliant, blazing colors.
Autumn, you are my favorite.
Decided it was a good day to bake some bread,
that, along with my good intention
of making up a pot of potato soup to go with,
but playing with the charcoal
got me a little distracted,
and time got away from me.
Everyone soon heading to Papa's
to watch the football game.
and it looks like the soup didn't matter
i can feel it;
noted, marked, sensed
with these ever observant eyes,
this heart that
taking it all in and
upon looking out the window
up to my elbows in suds and breakfast dishes,
viewing the tip-top
of that apricot tree out on the edge of the yard
already starting to yellow,
the first to drop
every year i've learned.
and to our amazement
those scattered mountain top
patches all a vibrant.
is it already that time?
a sure sign.
a little snap
from relentless heat
of summer days
light turning golden,
warmth from slanting sun
radiance, a splendor
yet another shift
i sense, i love.
so we ease
into a new season, this
most beloved of mine;
a fruition, an abundance,
a harvest and a gleaning
we cycle back once again
on this wheel
the rhythm of life.
Hi, I'm Emily!
I welcome and thank you for visiting. Through this blog, I invite you, friends or strangers, to come and abide with me as I open my heart and home to you in understanding, honesty, discovery, and reflection. It is my hope that you will join me in my quest for a simple, joyful, meaningful life.