Tuesday, September 28, 2010



Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

Read about this inspiring poet here.

Friday, September 17, 2010


The girls are having an exclusive tea party.
Liam continually asks: "Lundi, can I invite you guys?"
(when he really wants to say: "Can I be invited?")

How can you say no to that?


Tuesday, September 14, 2010


"Perhaps the greatest charity comes when we are kind to each other, when we don't judge or categorize someone else, when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt or remain quiet. Charity is accepting someone's differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings; having patience with someone who has let us down; or resisting the impulse to become offended when someone doesn't handle something the way we might have hoped. Charity is refusing to take advantage of another's weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us. Charity is expecting the best of each other." Marvin J. Ashton


Sunday, September 5, 2010

Hills Beach

We went down to see Laurette yesterday. Which was, of course, followed by a visit to Hills Beach. It was (most likely) our last day at the beach for the year. Fall is coming quickly.


Thursday, September 2, 2010

Dear Blog

I miss you. I do. I will spend time with you soon. But it will have to be later. Because the kids want to be signed up for soccer and Caleb broke his hand and I am now cub master and nursery leader and I have a toddler who loves to climb stairs, get hurt and constantly put things in her mouth. I have a garden to harvest and friends to visit and a husband to love and kids to snuggle. School has started, so you know what that means. I have a four year old who is begging me to teach him to read. I have a good friend who is (sadly) getting a divorce and a vacation to plan and decisions to make about how many times I should pick up dirty laundry before I complain. I have my own spirituality to work on and six children who need guidance on how to treat each other and their neighborhood friends. I have strawberries to pick and doctor appointments and tomatoes that need to be canned. I found out today that Lundi still has pain in her foot. She hurt it back in June but didn't want to tell me that it was still hurting because she wanted to swim all summer. She has x-rays tomorrow. I have cobwebs on my ceiling and dirt under the rugs and sheets to be changed and laundry to be washed. I watched someone die last week and I watched someone come to a new life last month. I love my blessed life, and I would love to share more of it with you. But under the circumstances, I feel like I should be elsewhere.