Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Dealing with adversity

"If you watch how nature deals with adversity, continually renewing itself, you cannot help but learn." - Bernie S. Siegel

Monday, April 28, 2014

A rainy weekend in Massachusetts

JF had a race near Boston, so we decided to make it our first camping weekend of the season. Of course it rained. It *always* rain when we camp in our Westfalia. While JF ran, we tried to stay warm in the van, snuggled under our comforters, reading, knitting, watching tons of different bird species visiting the tree right beside our Westy - from the top bunk, through the little side window in the new roof tent. We made warm coffee for JF (he ended up stopping after 30 km - it was a  50 km race - because he was sick and hadn't slept enough in the previous weeks). 

They were all sick and went through 2 kleenex boxes in 48 hours. The wet Westfalia turned into a giant germ incubator. I tried to keep my water bottle to myself, but it was pointless... At some point, Mara was practicing her violin, JF was holding her sheet music, Mathilde and Aïsha were playing Connect4 and I was sitting on the ground reading. In less than 50 square feet. But we are used to do our living and our loving pretty close. So close in fact, that we can see it all, beauty and faults, joy and sorrow, glory and pain. So close we can't focus on them too long...

 :: After 10 km, cold and wet, but still smiling ::
 :: Knitting, playing, drawing, eating while papa is running in the rain::

I made sushis for hungry girls while he was driving. Thinking about the many ham and cheese sandwiches I made on that very same table for my dad and I, when I was their age.

They picked shells while I filled my lungs with salty air. Then, we washed our dishes in dirty sea water that we heated on the stovetop.

Also: perfectly burnt camping toasts. Magnolias in full bloom. Cartwheels in the bright green grass. Yellow forsythia everywhere.

 I came back with a sore throat, a pretty dirty Westfalia and a very full heart.

Friday, April 25, 2014


So much in my life right now is chaotic and wild. And I find it all strangely exhilarating.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

The sweet spot

We woke up to the phone ringing and a short deadline. To hungry and grumpy children. To a messy kitchen. 
Somewhere, mid-afternoon we found the sweet spot. Two playing. One practicing the piano. The house (mostly) tidy. It was so good I was afraid to breathe.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014


You turned 4 running with your friends in the backyard, energized by the new warmth, proud of your shiny knight costume. There were cupcakes with maple icing. Popcorn. A beautiful fruit plates. Birthday clementines, you said. Lots of friendly duels. And a unique story prepared by people who love you. A perfect celebration of the wonderful soul that you are.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Shoots and branches

We found a patch of Hosta shoots under the snow. So many broken branches everywhere. A piggy back ride. We followed the creeks made by the quickly-melting snow in the dirt roads and walked back home with a very wet little girl.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

A mother's ability to set the tone...

A mother's ability to set the tone for the whole family is a powerful thing.
And a totally dreadful thing.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Hello, spring!

Windows rolled down. Spotting the first buds of the season. A nap in the sun. Hanging clothes on the line. Snack on the patio. Bare legs. Hello, spring.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Sunshine on our plates

"Mama, I loooove sprouted fenugreek with kale! You make the best salads!"
I'll take all the sunshine I can get.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

You are beautiful

A day at the spa with my mom. Floating. Delicious raw food not prepared by me. Bliss.
And realizing that when my mom looks at me in the pool and tells me: you're beautiful, she feels the exact same way I do when I look at my girls.
And that what she truly means is: I am deeply moved to see the amazing person you have become. And when I look at you, I am reminded of how much I love you.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Weekending in Chelsea

Music everywhere. Games of bocce in the sun. Dancing in the living room with them. Listening to him playing the guitar, in awe. Bikes in the mud. First ice cream of the season. A conversation about letting go of old ways.