One. Do you have a favorite sweatshirt that’s as old as dirt so its really soft? Wrap over a breastfeeding pillow to create great cuddle arms for your nightweaning toddler.
Two. Outgrown the infant bath? Make it a sand and/or water pit. This was fun for a gamut of ages at our house, and is infinitely flexible. This could work as a snow bath too in those cold places.
1 chapter of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, and a picture book about polar bears to help my sweet babe to fall asleep
A couple of pages from a piece by Louis Carroll called Feeding the Mind
A few moments of mind quiet and rhythmic breathing during a long afternoon swim
A prayer here and there
An old short and some poems from the writer’s corner here on Miss Corrigan (Wondering how my thought processes have changed since 2012 when I began the blog.)
An hour or so of closet organizing
It was the abused children and Anne Frank during my elementary years. High school was for racism and undergrad was for classism.
Grad school was for the impoverished.
Late twenties was for death and mother earth.
Early thirties was for animal suffering.
I have this place where my sorrows stir. Where if I wallow too long, I get stuck in the muck.
The only way out is…
…a moment in the presence of the amazing
…laughter at the absurd
…a dream reawakened by the hope that someday…one day…
…forgiveness in the arms of the Most Patient Above.
…the tiny spark of love
anxious to ignite
a simple glance to the light
to scatter my fright.
(Post written in 2014-February)