i love these crisp days, when the wind lifts my hair off my face and plays with the bare space across my neck. delighted by the earthy scents and tug of the spring, i find that my mind drifts, too much it seems in this itchy playful spring time wind. my heart, she wanders too. she lingers out into the wind and longs to fly kites in the clouds. my restless body wants nothing more than to skip out across our neighborhood and dip my toes in the cold splashing spring watered ocean.but that is not possible all the time, so i tug back a little, i tug back so that i can be a bit more grounded, foster a bit more sense not just in myself but in the wandering whims of my boys as well. in this spring time lull and longing, i find that digging in the dirt of my own garden and the simple act of planting seeds, seeding plants, watering and watching the slow drip of the spigot of my watering-can brings me a bit back to my senses, a bit back to the here and now: to this house i am crafting and those raucous boys i am raising.
our little herd of men not only love to tend to the digging in the dirt and the raising of plants, but they love to gather the outside world and bring it back home. sometimes the copious amount of sticks and weathered stones are a bit much for this tiny house; however this latest gathering of nature, these bits of shells and stone they brought back from our camping trip is just the perfect meditation on the ever-in-between space of spring. stones weathered and battered by the crushing ocean, small shells cast off by some sea creature, tiny dried bits flowers and sage. resting there on our table, we are reminded of all the old and all the new. the important weight of responsibility and the necessity to just live into the life that you are given. this small parcel of nature is the promise of all the play and exploring to be done in the coming summer; once our chores, our work, our last stretched out months of school finish up and we can round out a little more freedom in our days.
What brings you closer to nature, even though there is so much to be done in the day-to-day. How do you stay grounded, or help your children stay grounded as the pull of spring sings from the windowsill? xxoo