my day in one word 01.09.12 dinner.
two mostly vegetarians who eat fish and eggs once or twice a month
two celiacs (no gluten)
one allergic to wheat
one with dairy intolerance
So, yes, there are days when a lot of what creeps into my thoughts while creating, while meditating, while mothering is what to fix for dinner. But how many women throughout the world think this very thing every day? For most the request isn’t that complicated, any food will do. That’s why I’m happy to make Wishing Circles. Dinner for everyone, that’s the idea.
my day in one word 01.08.12 story.
How much of my story is mine? Have I been living someone else’s idea of what my story is? Do I write because my 6th grade language arts teacher made a big deal about my writing? Do I do anything I do because I think I should do it, because I think other people are expecting it, or because I’m following my heart? What’s the real story here? Am I a combination of stories? My life: the anthology, a growing collection.
And am I guilty of setting up an inauthentic story for my kids to fulfill? Do I push them into what I think they’re good at or do I let them find their own way? Where’s the balance?
my day in one word 01.07.12 birds.
There were birds everywhere this morning — robins, doves, cardinals, and four or five other varieties I’m not expert enough to identify. Our suburban backyard sounded like the forest. I don’t know if they were excited about the warmer than usual weather or if was the water I added to the birdbath and the steel cut oats I scattered on the ground. Ours seemed to be the only backyard that interested them. And they were welcome visitors, even if they did mark my car. Total bird lover, smiling about the unexpected birds’ visit all day. Still smiling.
my day in one word 01.06.12 little.
It is the little things that have made me happy today — finding blackberries for 99 cents a pint (hello cobbler, hello green smoothies), discovering one of my favorite wines in the clearance bin, knitting these mittens for my girl, taking an actual lunch break and watching (while knitting, of course) a fairly short film (based on her novel) that was realistic and just what I needed today. And I could go on because little things tend to grow once we start thinking about them.
my day in one word 01.05.12 community.
Must say that when I think of community I don’t generally think of it in terms of the community health center, which is were we spent a good portion of the day because we need a doctor’s note as proof to our school community that we aren’t faking this stomach bug. When I picture community in my mind, I see a big, happy block party – a potluck. I’ll bring the pie.
my day in one word 01.04.12 hydrate.
Best go-to homemade sports drink recipe if you just can’t get to the store. And no dyes or artificial anything!
1 quart water
1/2 c. honey*
1/4 t. salt
juice from 1 to 2 lemons
Mix together. Store in refrigerator and hydrate as necessary.
* Honey is a tummy soother. Adjust the amount to your taste.
Be well : – )
my day in one word 01.03.12 plan.
It’s probably a good thing that things don’t turn out the way we plan. Even though my boy planned to go to school and I planned to get a lot of work done, he wound up with the unplanned stomach flu. Just think of all that unplanned bonding.
For 2012 I am telling my story one word/one day at a time.
I’m crazy for words. They’ve been known to dance in my head like a catchy melody. There are the ones that slip out again and again and again, seeming never to be replaced – amazing, sweet and wonderful come to mind. (Why not fabulous, swell and splendid instead?) I’m also quick to notice when someone else appears to have a fixation with a particular word. I had an elderly friend who described every fond encounter as delightful. When I first learned of the word association test that psychoanalysts use, it sounded like a fun game to me. I almost wanted to enter therapy just so I could play it. Dictionary? Love.
It was with my word-filled past that I sat to ponder my word of the year — a word chosen at the beginning of the year that sets the tone for the months to come. She explains it best and I hope you sign up for her One Little Word class because I’m sure it will be amazing. As usual, when it came time to consider a word, a parcel/slew/murmuration of words bombarded my thoughts. “Pick me. Pick me.” It felt as though I was walking under a flashing neon word-cloud. So, I began to write the words in my journal. The way it usually happens when I begin to write was that one thing led to another – words, doodles, ideas came together, and here I am with the notion of writing my days, word by word, or My Day in One Word (x366) — hooray for Leap Year. I’ll summarize each day with one word. Sound like fun?
Please be gentle. I almost didn’t do this. After all, this is a brand-spanking-new idea for me. There’s absolutely no planning involved. I should have clicked “publish” yesterday, but I chose instead to obsess over the idea. What if this is one of the silliest ideas I’ve ever had? Will the words work as blog entries? Should I move them to another site or page? Who knows? But if I move my little project, you’ll be the first to know. In the meantime, I’d rather just get started or it will never happen. Please feel free to join me. There are enough words out there for all of us.
my day in one word 01.01.2012 smudge.
Fated to be remembered as the mom who knocks on her teen’s door, holding smoldering white sage in one hand and a hawk feather in the other, saying simply, “Smudge?”
(*photo op and releasing ceremony inspired by her)
my day in one word 01.02.2012 obsess.
Chose to obsess over the idea of just writing daily words in my journal or posting them on my blog, because of course there are no doubt thousands of people doing the same thing and they’re all, each and every one, doing a much better job of it.
In case you’re wondering, I did choose a word for the year. It’s grow.
Happy New Year! XO
This beautiful video says it all. Please share it with your tribe. I know I will be releasing so much this solstice. For us it will also be a family ritual. And I’m truly looking forward to 2012 in a goosebumps kind of way. I’ll see you in the circle. : )
What can I say? I do love kale. And I do love Vermont. And I so love the way the state of Vermont is standing behind a small business. You can read the article about how the state is defending Bo Muller Moore against the fast food bullies here. You can sign a petition here to let Chick-Fil-A know how you feel about their actions.
Seriously, Chick-Fil-A, it’s over between us. When my 10- and 13-year-old kids heard what you were trying to do to our Eat More Kale friend, they voluntarily gave up eating the only fast food fries we ever indulged in these days (the chicken was given up long ago). Yesterday we drove past one of your restaurants, rolled down our windows and shouted, “Eat more kale!” My boy says we are now kale activists. So proud.