Monthly Archives: March 2011

My Soul in Bloom {Thursday}

Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet,
all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us,
and here we are to comfort you.

~Edward Payson Rod

My Soul in Bloom {Wednesday}

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you,
and that you will work them,
water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom,
till you yourself burst into bloom.

-Clarissa Pinkola Estes

My Soul in Bloom {Tuesday}

“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment.
I want to give that world to someone else.
Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower.
I want them to see it whether they want to or not.”

–  Georgia O’Keeffe

My Soul in Bloom {Monday}

“Where flowers bloom so does hope.”
–  Lady Bird Johnson


You know how you have something you want to say, but you don’t say it?
Because you know saying it would just be mean.
And it would hurt someone’s feelings.
And for what?
For no good reason.
Other than you are tired, cranky, worn-out.

At the same time…
I’m a big advocate for “Say what you mean.  Mean what you say.”
“Don’t stuff it in a box, only to have it come up later.”
And most of all “Please don’t be passive-aggressive.
(That benefits no one.)”

But there’s a line.
A line between stuff you can say out loud
And stuff that needs to, should stay in your head.

And while I’m very good at toeing that line,
I’m not very good at noticing it until I’ve already crossed it.

“Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place,
but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.”
— Benjamin Franklin

Make a Mama Proud

I was attempting to make Easter outfits for the children.
I got pants done for the boys.
I got a dress done for Alden.
But as I was making Lydia’s dress, something seemed not quite right.

I finished it up and tried it on her.
Well, I tried to try it on her.
Too tight.  Way too tight.

So I took the bodice back off and decided to just turn hers into a skirt.
Even that wasn’t without trouble.

And as I got her to put it on and then back off…
…on and back off…
…on and back off…
I got frustrated.

I’d followed all the directions.
I’d made the same exact dress for Alden and it turned out just fine.
I tugged at it and pulled at it and started to tear up.
(Ugh…postpartum hormones, please settle down quickly!)

And she looked me in the eye and gently said,
“Well, it might not be perfect, but you did the best you could.
And it looks beautiful to me.”

She’s going to be a great mom one day!
(She’s a pretty great kid now!)