We’ve turned the corner into summer. School year things are all finished and neatly tied up, waiting for mid-summer prep.
:: in the garden
We’ve had our first tomato. A cherry tomato divided into quarters makes for just the smallest bit of a taste, but oh the promise of things to come! We’ve had our first pile of squashes, and it shows my naiveté and exuberance that I still don’t believe I planted too much squash. We’ve had our first cucumbers, and I’m thinking I should put in more.
MORE! seems to be my rallying garden cry. I have never in my life experienced garden abundance, and I want this year to be the YEAR OF ABUNDANCE. I can only imagine what it’s like to not ration tomatoes. To have cucumbers coming out my ears. To not treat red bell peppers as precious, precious (expensive) items.
There are still a few spots left in the garden beds, hmmmm. More, more, more!
:: we love negative
My mom is coming towards the end of her medical testing and everything is coming back negative, negative, negative. We love negative.
:: summer = routine revamp, or up-vamp
Summertime means summer schedules, and we’ve started this summer out with a bang. A bang called chores.
We’ve never had the kids do regular chores outside of taking care of themselves and their things. Isn’t that enough? It seems like a never ending gargantuan (which I tried hard to spell like an inversion of orangutan) task. And for a very long time, it has been enough of a task.
But times, they are a changing, and the effort of establishing and then keeping on top of chores for the next 16+ years is trumped by the possibility of raising children with a false and harmful and despicable sense of entitlement. Taking care of yourself only takes you so far – now it’s time to be a part of a system bigger than yourself, my children! Welcome to the wonderful world!
Establishing a chore routine (establishing any kind of new routine) takes an awful lot of parental energy, and now as our baby is nearing two, there is some parental energy left over for chores.
They seem to kinda like doing their chores (surprise, surprise).
And while we’re working on routines, we are also working on training the children of the house to get all the way through their morning routines in a reasonable amount of time, and without prompting. Yes, you may pray for us that we will be consistent, consistent, consistent. That Mommy will get out of bed, out of bed, out of bed.
:: yoga teacher (that’s me)
I have now taught three yoga classes in a row, and I have some thoughts on the matter.
1) It’s delightful to be Teacher, Source of Knowledge, rather than Repressed Know-It-All (a childhood label still sticks to my insides). (And while we’re on the subject, why does exuberance and delight in knowledge equal a know-it-all?)
2) I absolutely love touching people. I have a deep, deep reverence for bodies. It’s always a surprise, getting to know someone else’s body, the way they look is often very very different from the way they feel. Flexible people can have tense, hard bodies. People who are very tight can have delicious, soft, giving bodies. More than a surprise, though, it is a knowledge. We store everything in our bodies and much is revealed there. A privilege and a gift, teaching yoga. Sometimes I say to myself, giddily, like I’m whispering behind my hand, I get to touch people. Cooooool.
Enjoyed this post on the subject. Eight Things I Learned From 50 Naked People