Showing posts with label Kidlets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kidlets. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Happy New Year

Here I am again - been a while! I've been busy Yule-ing and Christmas-ing, busy building a puppet theatre for the kidlets, busy playing, busy being on vacation... and now back to work and the regular day-in.

Laurel beside the monstrously huge puppet theatre

My performers



The Puppet Theatre!


Crappy pictures to the sides (taken with a phone) - better pics to follow eventually!



Hubby figures it will be a puppet theatre for about a month, and a fort forever after... meh - s'all good!

In other news:

Courtesy of my friend D at :: this blessed life ::, I'm embarking on a self│52 photo project. You can check out my Flickr stream here. The goal of the project is, in D's words:
As I undergo a year of existential change and growth, reflecting on identity and the notion of self will be an ongoing practice. With that in mind, I'm embarking on my own photo project: self|52. Every week during 2012 I will post a self-portrait I've taken. My aim is to challenge myself both as a burgeoning photographer and philosopher. How will I use this medium to reflect my identity? What is the state of my concept of self and how can I depict that?
 
Want to join? I've created a Flickr group here and I also encourage you to comment and link to your self-portraits, wherever you may be posting them. I'd love to see your reflections on yourself.
 
I've started mine with my favourite self-portrait, taken a few months ago. Next week's will be current, as will all pics thereafter.
 
 
Continuing projects...
 
I had an initial meeting with a Spiritual Director in late November, and will be meeting with her again some time this month. The ever-moving target of my personal spirituality continues to shift and elude me, and my pendulum-swinging between Paganism and Christianity continues to addle my brains. . .














Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads...

... fish heads, fish heads, eat them up YUM!

Well, that's what Cohen *would* have done if we'd let him!

A little story: Cohen is obsessed with fish. When we go to the grocery store, if he catches sight of a whole fish at the fish counter, he wants me to buy it. He's not happy with nice little fillets - no, he wants the whole fish, head and all. Guess that's boys for you.

So a few days ago when we were in the Chinese marketplace near our house and had stopped at the fish section so that the kids could check out the live crabs and lobsters and assorted shelled and finned beasties, Cohen started asking for a fish. There was a variety of whole fish to choose from, amongst them Pickerel. I had never cooked a Pickerel before, but as they are rumoured to be the "tastiest of the freshwater fish," I decided to give one a try.

The guy at the fish counter scaled and gutted it for me (thank you!) and after he handed me the bagged fish body, Cohen insisted on holding it. He held on to that bag all through the store - "my fishie!!" - and I swear I caught him cradling it like a baby. LOL

Upon our arriving at home, Cohen wanted to eat it NOW. I told him it was for tomorrow's supper, and after the fit that resulted from the fish being put into the fridge, Cohen was content to simply talk about the fish. Non stop.

When we woke up the next day, the first thing Cohen asked for was the fish. "Can we have it for breakfast?" "No, hon, it's for supper." "Oh, OK. Mom, I think I want to eat his tail." "Alright then." "Mom, I think I want to eat his head." "Um, you can't really eat his head, hon." And on it went throughout the day.

Fast forward to supper time. I get the fish out of the fridge, wash it up, attempt to debone it (key word being attempt... I think it's much easier to do after the fish is cooked - will try it that way next time) and get it in the oven. As we sit down to eat, Cohen requests the head. I tell him that he can't eat the head, but he can eat the fish that is on his plate. "No," he says, "I want the head here. I want him to watch me!"

Um.... ok, that's a little creepy... LOL

 










So, I complied. I put the creepy baked head on a plate and brought it in to the dining room. (Am I fuelling a future serial killer? haha) I'm sure that at the age of three and a half he doesn't exactly grasp the concept that he wanted the head of the dead and cooked fish to witness his flesh being eaten. Only the two grown-ups at the table understood the creepiness of the request. Cohen, in his innocence, was simply being a gross boy.

He even talked to it...


Then Laurel wanted a turn...



Wee friggers even argued about who would have a turn next!


So there you have it. Our strange family (well, our strangeass kids!)

For the record, Pickerel isn't all that great. We'll stick with Trout and Salmon. And I still can't get that song out of my head... ♪ ♫ Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads, fish heads, fish heads, eat them up YUM! ♫ ♪


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

"We're gonna burn him!"

I spent part of Saturday morning making a miniature Wicker Man for our group to burn in sacrifice at our upcoming Lughnassadh ritual. He turned out pretty well, I think:


The next day, one of our neighbours was out front, and mentioned to me that he had watched me over the back fence (he's a bit of an odd duck - harmless, but a touch weird) for about 10 minutes while I was making this. My daughter piped up right away with, "He's a Wicker Man," and our neighbour said, "Uh-huh?" in an I-have-no-idea-what-you're-talking-about kind of way, and picking up on his confusion, Laurel continued on with, "We're gonna burn him!" LOL Didn't clear up his confusion any... ahahaahahaha!

I love my kids!

Thursday, July 7, 2011

I really have two of the cutest kids on the planet...





 
  

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

What a lovely, magical weekend...

Friday evening brought us a little furry visitor - Miss Lola, my friend's King Charles Spaniel / Mini Poodle mix. We had a two night slumber party while Mom and Dad went to a wedding out of town. The kids had a blast, and we were reaffirmed in our decision to wait another year or two before getting a dog of our own :-)




Saturday was my group's Litha ritual and get together. What an absolutely wonderful, reaffirming, powerful evening it was. Kat's ritual was probably one of the most vital, compelling, spirituall full, spoke-to-my-very-soul rituals I have participated in in a very long time, maybe even ever. I share it below... so lovely, so perfect. I'm growing more and more pleased with the group we have grown to be. So many great people, such strong connections forming. The core three - D, W and myself, are certainly my favourite, but at least a couple of the "newer" participants are getting to be very dear to me as well. I have been so starved for community that it is pure heaven to have this group.




Midsummer (Litha) Ritual 2011

Declamation/Grounding:

Here and now are the Mysteries
Out of no stored and storied past
Of things long lost and long forgotten,
But within the breathing moment of Time.
Magic comes out of no fabled twilight,
But that which falls on the hills this night.
The old trees partake of it
And the voices of the grass
The ghost-white blossomed elders
And the first cloudy glow of the rising moon.
If we can see; if we can hear
Out of no buried past come the mysteries
Out of no fabled time or mist-shrouded land
But from the fields of our own home comes the grain that makes the bread of their feast
From the flowers of every summer flows the honey of their mead
From the rocks of all eternity come the sands of time.
Look!  Between the stones is a blade of grass.
And the rites of the high mysteries
And the runes of all witcheries
Are written upon it.

Circle Casting:
[sung]

We are a circle moving one with the other
We are moving together we are one
I am Spirit and I flow in you
You are spirit and you flow in me

May the powers give us strength, and our knowledge keep us safe
May the forces of light and darkness guide over us and keep us from harm
In the holy name of all that is, the circle is cast.  So mote it be.

Circle Purifications:
(Done by children – K speaks the words)

With the laughing breath of air do we cleanse this sacred space, that knowledge may be fresh and our own minds clear.
With the warm light of fire do we cleanse this sacred space, that power may flow freely and our own wills be strong.
With the soothing flow of water do we cleanse this sacred space, that love may flow between us and our own hearts be whole.
With the firm body of the earth do I cleanse this sacred space that we might have nourishment and keep unto our law.

Quarter Calls:
[sung]

From every direction the earth is singing – change it change it,
From every direction the earth is singing – change it now. X 2
Open your hearts to the song of the east (south, west, north) X2
Now open your heart to the song of the wind (fire, water, earth) – open your heart to the wind

Deity Welcome:

Reach out now,
To the vastness of the universe, to the depths of your soul
And bid welcome to the ones who are your Gods.
Reach out now,
To the vastness of the universe, to the depths of your soul
And bid welcome to the ones who are your Gods.

We gather to welcome the mystery of light
Of daytime and the shining sun
The wild green growing forests
And the potent force of Man
Reach branches to the sky
To dance in Wind and Flame
Our Green God

We gather to welcome the mystery of shadow
Of night that cradles the silver moon
The seed’s deep inner magic
And sweet Woman’s fertile womb
Roots deep into the soil
To touch the Earth and Rain,
Our Lady Goddess

For all Gods are but one God, and all Goddess one Goddess
As above, so below; As the universe, so the soul
As without, so within
The Infinite Radiance of All that Is

Wine Blessing:

Infinite ones – all life is your own
Everything in the universe, a gift from your sacred body
As above, so below; As the universe, so the soul
As without, so within
The Infinite Radiance of All that is
We share this wine (these cakes) in communion with you
and with each other.
To the Gods!

Body of the Ritual:

Let's play with the Celtic Tree Cards, and read some of the meanings if time permits - at least for the kids.  This will give us a tree to focus on during the guided meditation – people can meditate on their card-tree or any tree they feel they have a connection with.

Meditation:
(below)

Quarter Farewells: Improvise

Deity Farewells: Improvise

Circle Opening:
[sung]

From Fire to Water to Earth and to Wind
It's the circle of Life, the dance without end
So merry meet and merry part and merry meet again (X3)




Guided Meditation: The Tree

Take a few even breaths, and allow yourself to be like a tree, planted on the earth...

Bring your awareness to your feet.  Your feet are like roots growing into the earth. Imagine your legs reaching down deep into the core of the planet. Feel how your roots anchor you on the earth, making you feel rooted and grounded.  With each breath you draw in, feel the energy and nourishment of the earth drawn up through your roots and into you.  The earth cradles you, feeds you – your roots spread wide, creating a base and support for you, and the nourishment you need to grow into all that you can be.  Your roots are your past, your experiences; they are your eternal connection to the Earth.

Let your awareness move up your legs to your body.  Your torso is like a tree-trunk standing tall. Your trunk is your core, your strength.   Imagine your trunk growing up and up, upward toward the sun and the sky.  Feel how your core is the source of your strength, your will and determination; moving ever upwards, it gives you height, lifts you up from the earth, moves you out of your cradle and up to where you need to go.  Trust in your trunk to hold strong, and grow tall.  Think of the rings inside your trunk – a new ring each year – pale for drought, dark for rain – each year of your experience, your core, your trunk grows wider, stronger, becomes more stable.

Let your mind travel outwards along your arms.  Your arms are like branches growing out from your core. Feel your branches moving ever-so-gently in the breeze.  Your branches reach out, reach up – they intertwine with the trees around them, they brush against all that surrounds you – they are your spirit reaching out to explore this amazing and glorious world around you.  Feel the connection that your branches bring to you.

Your hands, your face, your hair – they are the leaves and the blossoms the twigs of your tree. Your leaves are the gentle receptors that pull the sights, the sounds, the sensations of the world in to you.  They absorb the rays of the sun; they rustle with the wind; they soak in all that the world can offer.  Feel your face, like a beautiful flower, turning upward basking in the light of the sun.   As your blossom opens, it becomes your light, your shine – the smile that is your gift to the universe.

In your blossom – at the core of the blossom – feel a seed germinating.  It may be safely wrapped in a pod, it may have a bit of cottony fluff to bear it on the wind, it may keep safe in the armor of a hard nut.  This seed is an idea.  Your tree may have one idea or many.  Let your idea grow, pulling nourishment through your roots, strength and will through your trunk, support and connection through your branches, and light and energy through your leaves.  Now let your idea go.  Pause  Perhaps it will float off into the breeze, beginning a journey into the unknown.  Perhaps it will plummet to the ground, where it will put out roots deep into the ground.  And let's face it – maybe your seed will be snapped up by a bird, or devoured by an animal – it may have quite the interesting adventure through the digestive juices, before it gets SHAT OUT in a dollop of poo.  That is the life of some ideas – it's a hard beginning.  But it means it has help cracking its shell, and comes with its own nutrient-rich fertilizer!  All sorts of adventures await this seed, this idea.  Send it out to the universe, and see what grows from it.

Your tree is so amazing, its roots reaching way down into the earth; its trunk reaching upward and holding strong; the tree's branches flowing outward, and the crown of the tree reaching toward the light of the sun... spreading ideas and light.  You are a green growing thing, alive with the wild green energy of the gods.

Feel deeply connected to the earth. Feel strong and stable in your core. Feel the gentle movement and flow of your arms. Feel your crown reaching upward, basking in the light. Enjoy the tree experience as long as you like...

When it is time, lower your head, close your hands, and pull your spirit leaves back into yourself.  They are a part of you, all that they bring in from the universe remains with you. 

Let your branches lower and become your own limbs – always there to reach out to connect you, always a part of you. 

Let your trunk remember what it is to rise and fall as a breathing human – all that core strength is in you, a part of you, always there to hold you stable and strong. 

And finally, when you are ready, pull your roots slowly up from the earth, never forgetting that the earth cradles you still, feeds you nourishment, you will never lose that root-deep connection with the earth, it will be there any time you reach for it.

For the tree, time passes in a special, magical way.  The tree does not run and rush in a frantic or frazzled way – the tree lives and grows, connects and intertwines, reaches down and out, accepts – the tree simply IS.  We can be the tree, our rings expanding slowly and steadily – each year of drought or famine, of nourishment and plenty, expanding and strengthening. 

We are the tree.






Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Day 5

It's the fifth day now since I've moved into this little gopher hole cubicle... I guess it's not so bad, although I still do miss having a private office and the ability to close the door... All in all, it *is* kind of fun to share the space with S and have a "roomie"...

So... end of gripe about that. Whatever.

On a plus side, we've found a fabulous person to hire to fill the empty space on our team - it's going to be sooooo refreshing to have a positive, energetic, hard-working person helping me out! Night and day compared to the one we terminated last month.

In other news...

Making me laugh lately:


Coconut's obsession with socks. As soon as we get home, and the whole time we're at home, he's taken to wearing a different sock on each hand and each foot. I have to peel them off his protesting little self every night, and again every morning before we leave for daycare/work. This picture makes me laugh... looks like he's wearing jodhpurs (they're actually Daddy's "big" socks on the outside of C's pant legs. LOL)




Currently reading:

Cadfael! Specifically, The Pilgrim of Hate. I just love these books. I scour the used book stores for them every time I'm there, and am usually lucky enough to find at least one that I haven't read yet.


Getting ready for:



My group's Summer Solstice gathering on Saturday. *Hopefully* the weather will cooperate and be summer-like and not spring-rain-like, so that we can gather as planned at the Arboretum for an outdoor ritual and picnic. If, however, Mother Nature feels the need to drench the soil, we'll likely change venues and gather at D&R's house. Looking forward to hugs and laughter and soul time.



Thoroughly excited about:



My best friend and her wee lad arriving on the weekend for a couple weeks' visit.  Squeee! More hugs and laughter!!


Happy times!

Monday, May 30, 2011

Good day sunshine!


We actually saw a bit of sun and clear weather interspersed with all the rain this past weekend, so we were able to get the back yard mostly finished up.











Got the beds planted (that's purple cabbage I'm planting there. Decorative edible border!) This year for our munchable garden we're trying a variety of chard, only one tomato plant, cilantro, chammomile, more rosemary, and cucumbers to climb up the trellis netting [in addition to the existing strawberries, chives, rosemary and lavender and the same kind of red cabbage that we planted last year.])



Even got everything mulched...




Had a couple of cute little helpers...

















 ... accompanied by a resident garden gargoyle...


Poor Bug girl was sick, though... decorated my bed and the upstairs hallway & bathroom the evening before, and really wasn't herself all weekend. Not even an impromptu visit to the Gloucester Fair could perk her up. (However, never having before witnessed the amazing cesspit of humanity that I'm now told routinely collects at said Fair I don't blame her, and we will not bother returning to that particular venue again... never mind having to pay $7 each for Hubby and I just to enter the grounds!) Ended the weekend with a joint birthday party for Aunts Terri, Amy and Rachel over at Nana and Grampa David's house, so that capped things off nicely (though Bug still didn't feel great, and is only about 85% back to normal today.) Coconut boy coughed all night and was a bit low this morning as well, as am I, so we're not out of it yet.

Of additional note this weekend - we met another Cohen (shockingly! Another little boy at the Fair was named Cohen! That was a first - and probably a last - for us!) and then Bug and I met another Laurel at the Farmers' Market on Sunday morning!

Now I need a nap. ☺


Some keep the Sabbath going to church. I keep it staying home, with a bobolink for a chorister and an orchard for a dome.

~ Emily Dickinson ~

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

A messy house ☺

That's what I have after this long weekend!
Despite the weather warnings that called for rain for the majority of the weekend, we had great weather, spend-the-day-outside weather (not doing cleaning and crafts inside weather) and took full advantage.

Saturday was walk our legs off around downtown Ottawa day... brought the kids' bikes with us, parked near the Archives, and walked along the river all the way to the Market, wandered around Majors Hill Park a bit so the kids could get balloon animals, ate hotdogs in front of the tv station building, then walked back to the car. We were all happily exhausted after that!

Sunday was gardening day (and the muscles at the back of my legs are still yelling at me.) Raised up the stone border around the front bed, cleaned it up, planted, then mulched, and planted flowers in the neighbour's bed. Back yard will get done after work during the week.

Since the weather was still holding out, Monday turned into a road trip to Montreal. We parked in the Eaton Center, wandered around it, the Les Ailes mall and the tunnel level some (although none of that is shopping to my 'taste' - I couldn't care less about outrageously overpriced - and largely ugly - clothing and shoes.) Decided to take the kids for their first ever subway ride:


We went off to the Olympic Stadium, wandered around there a bit, then took the subway back up to Atwater and strolled up Catherine St. W. to look around. All that walking sure tired the kidlets out!



So yeah... very messy house... but fun family weekend!