The Arrival of Sweet Baby Hank (aka Thumper)….

08.04.15

Sweet Baby Hank arrived on July 25th to the trumpeting of all things magical on this earth. I could recount one thousand amazing, mystical, magical, musical things about his arrival, and the beauty and power of the mamas that ushered him into this world, but I just can’t bring myself to say them out loud. Some things are meant to be held tight sometimes, and I’m finding my words to be inadequate anyway. Let me just say, that it blows my heart wide open to be in a space that welcomes a new being to this earth. Welcome, Hank. So incredibly glad to know you.

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Right place, right time…

05.31.15

On Memorial Day weekend, we took a trip to a little state park about 50 minutes east of Austin. It rained on and off all day Saturday, but it was a warm and cleansing rain. Because of the threatening storms, it felt like we were practically alone in the park even though it was holiday weekend. While it rained, my girl and her bestie caught raindrops, played in the water, dug in the mud, retreated to the shelter, played charades. When the clouds would clear they’d throw the baseball around, go for walks, make snacks, play more charades. Saturday night was full of Texas sized thunderstorms, complete with unfathomable amounts of lightening and ribcage rattling thunder. We had secured a shelter, so staying put was the best option during the deluge, but I was up most of the night watching the radar, and monitoring the water level of the small lake that we were camped close to. The damage to the west of us, in Hays county, was catastrophic that night. Many low water crossings between the park and Austin were flooded, but we were on high ground, and while the strength of the storms was frightening, we were safe where we were. The storms broke early Sunday morning. The day was cloudy, but the next band of rain held until the evening and we spent a good amount of time on the lake and hanging out at camp. We headed back to Austin, late Monday morning, before the skies opened up again and the flooding started. I feel so grateful that we were able to get away from the city and enjoy our time at the park for a couple of days…and then, that we were able to retreat to the comfort of our home before the next storms spurred flooding, tornadoes, and more destruction.

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Nine months later…

03.12.15

I adore this family. Adore, adore, adore them…. I’m just ever so grateful that they asked me back to their sweet home to capture a day in their little family’s life. It was simply a perfect lazy Sunday…or as *lazy* as a Sunday can be trailing twin nine month old girls.
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Going out, going in….

10.12.14
“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”
~John Muir

I think I had, for a moment, forgotten how *not* carefree being (almost) 13 is. I had forgotten that navigating whole-hearted friendships, middle school projects, volleyball, music and…sleep really is all consuming. In the daily hustle and bustle of our lives, I haven’t held enough space for reflecting on the fact that while being a near teenager is fun, it really is a lot to be in the middle of.  We ran away together a few weekends ago. Away from computers and wifi and cell phone coverage. We each staked our own tent, allowing for solitude when we needed it. We walked and talked and swam in the river. We napped and read and wrote. We shared stories and took photographs. Sitting together in silence around the campfire, really put in perspective how noisy our lives often get at home. For the most part, it’s a joyful noise, but it is lovely to be reminded of how replenishing the quieter moments can be and how important it is to seek them out more often.DSC_5245DSC_5359DSC_5306DSC_5258fi on the tableDSC_5320DSC_5285