What's goin' on, Govinda?

Govinda is quickly turning into a brave little boy.
I sadly, say
goodbye to my baby as the world gains a bright little boy.

A young Spartan!

Treasures and toys

(Thank you Renna for these lovely hats!)

His favorite brother, sweet ♥Jahson♥

Wide eyed with Roby

Soul sounds

His beats make mommy happy.

A tough crowd is hard to please.

Goodnight folks. Govi has left the room!


Thank you, Govinda, for so many moments to savor.

Sunday Scribblings: "When Pigs Fly"

This weeks Sunday Scribblings prompt:

"When pigs fly!"
"When hell freezes over!"
Is there anything in your life that you are so certain of, you'd say these words? That won't happen, "In a month of Sundays?"

leads me to a single image and an eternal thought.

Immortality

Sweet Treats and Stuffed ♥'s

I cherish the love in our home.
In this season, we look forward to the celebration of all things sweet and lovely.
In our house, it is a moment for the monsters to go away; a moment for the noise to start a angelic whisper; a moment for a little boy to ask cupid for a hand to hold.
A day full of whistling I Love You's and glossy hearts. Blowing kisses in the air. Folding pink paper, enjoying the curve and its symmetry. Finding fairy goblets while the tulips bloom.

The sweet aromas of romance.

The boys are quick to find the prettiest treasure, throughout the house and about.

Goodbye to a silent Winter, I hope for the sugary scent of Spring. I create in the warmth of peach and pink.

Lavender. Lilac. A fuzzy felt heart.

Everlasting smooches!

'Yarn'ing hearts.

Swimming in candy-coats.

A little I Love You.

I couldn't ask for a more heart-filled way to celebrate this day.

I hope that your day is filled with honeyed Hello's and sugarcoated kisses.
Happy Valentine's Day.

A Lesson in Love

is always a lovely thing!

New Light and the Season of Imbolc

Well into a brighter season and already, the earliest blooms stand strong and still.

Brigid in disguise and a daffodil opens its eyes.

Happy Imbolc!

Sunday Scribblings: Message

I am absolutely thrilled to participate in Sunday Scribblings this week! The prompt this time is message. What message do you have to share? What message have you gotten? What message is life giving you? Did you listen? Did someone else? What's the message here?

Mr. Zinn, with a message so loud and clear, revered and loved by many, passed away recently. Articulate and earnest, he left behind volumes of language, reflections, and messages intended to stimulate critical thought and to promote autonomous ideas and analysis.

As a historian, for the people, an activist, an author, an intellect, and an Air Force bombardier in World War II, he was an advocate for civil rights and a voice for labor unions. In his time he gave much thought to the injustices of the legal system and helped organize anti-war efforts. His accomplishments exposed the true struggles of Native Americans against European defeat and expansion. He explored the accounts of slaves, women, and unionist. All of which he included in his influential and widely-acclaimed book, A People's History of the United States. With this history textbook, he allowed readers to recognize the flaws in historical narrative and he inched open a doorway to thought-provoking departures from the common history books. His messages provoked many to question a superior history of omission.

“Civil disobedience is not our problem. Our problem is civil obedience. Our problem is that people all over the world have obeyed the dictates of leaders…and millions have been killed because of this obedience…Our problem is that people are obedient all over the world in the face of poverty and starvation and stupidity, and war, and cruelty. Our problem is that people are obedient while the jails are full of petty thieves… (and) the grand thieves are running the country. That’s our problem.”
— Howard Zinn

Salutations and a goodbye to a man that devoted his life to acknowledging the whole of our social structure, to representing true accounts of life and action, and to recognizing submission as our greatest weakness. Thank you, Mr. Zinn, for your message and your greatest feat: fostering individual inquiry and activism.

Eight is Great!

Today, I have an eight year old! It must be a spell of magic, how time slips away. Eight awe-inspiring, spectacular, and certainly, fulfilling years. Days and years and seasons filled with his wonderful ways:

His old soul wisdom,
his adorable quarks,

his slap-stick humor,
his patient ways,
his sensitive nature.
His comfort,
his control.
He will never know Ego.

Sometimes I crave a bite of his reality, just to ingest it for a small bit. My first dread-head, may he forever be lost in his articulate world.

Happy Birthday, Siddhartha!

Siddie, at age four.