A Note on Insomnia

It is back. And what better time to reflect than in the still of early morning.

The Mobiles

Anyone who knows me may tell you I'm artistic, or creative...

This may or may not be true to some but I've been working on making it true all my life.

Having always been an avid painter and lover of drawing the human form,

I find myself at a loss lately. When I found I was pregnant last year

I packed up the toxic hobby of oil painting and got bored, sadly, with figure drawing...

Then I found a stick.

Thats right. A stick. On my walk to work through our neighborhood in Chicago I had a spark of inspiration an carried a stick back home.

From there I began toying with the idea of making something three dimensional but not too serious...just a silly playful something. So a year and a cross-state-lines move later the stick, still in tact although now bound to another stick of inspiration lay unfinished and challenging. 

Now, that project was finished a mere three weeks before my baby came. That is well after the months before when I decided it must be something for her room. True to form, I managed to tie up the loose ends with moments to spare.

I have since been blessed with many new ideas for similar projects, and have made another, albeit much smaller one. I love these little things and hopefully my baby does too!!

Yay!! She does:)

B. The story of an alliteration.

Beautiful blueberries, bananas, and blackberries, frozen and pureed with juice and greens. Topped with raw honey and sliced bananas. Served in a bowl. Yum <3

The honey gets firm and gooey when its on the frozen berries...such a nice way to start the day!!

Maiden Blogging Voyage: Vol. 2

Hello, after a long hiatus! Wow. What a struggle Blogspot. After neglecting my blogging since my third post ten months ago...sad I know, I attempted this evening with much enthusiasm to reinstate the blogging conviction. Apparently, after much trouble finding and not much shooting, I was told at google blogs/help that my sad little blog had been dubbed a false positive in their automated spam seeking mechanism. So. The blog formerly known as "Poppies In Her Hand"by me is now, get ready: "Poppies In Her Hands" by me:)

Fast forward ten months- I've missed many an opportunity to write about all the amazing adventures I've had, at least here anyway...but with renewed vigor, you shall hear of an undoubted plethora of new goings-on from me and my lovely little family! I am now the proud Mother Hen of a little Chicken named Violet...what an indescribably beautiful life-changer that is. Also, I am due to graduate in March with a Yoga Alliance Certificate that will allow me to fulfill my dream of spreading the wealth of yoga knowledge and acquiring at least the much more. I could not be more excited for what is right now, and what is to come. Here's to a new year, with oh so many possibilities for health, happiness and growth.

Remembering the first blog...oh how things have changed:)

The maiden blogging voyage...

I always think I'd like to start small. Baby steps as the cliche goes.

Every baby step I take seems to be through another open door to a new adventure. I'm getting the message that maybe my life shouldn't fit a mold, shouldn't be so calculated, or so controlled. Maybe it should be carefully navigated, but completely honest, entirely embraced and inoculated with all the joy and pain I stumble upon.

I start a new journey everyday, and so far it has taught me that nothing can be expected or foretold, but only gracefully endured, confronted, embraced, or abandoned.

I think now that I want it all. Whether the beginning is small, timid, and scant, or boisterous, rowdy, and intimidating, I'll take it all.

The shining irony here is that after a whirlwind of two beautiful years, I've done anything but live timidly, and after this spring I will start small, with a tiny, fragile human that has already become the biggest thing in my life. A true testament, as it were, to the love I've known in my short life. I can't wait for the day we meet our little creation, our little 'us'.