Tuesday, November 30, 2010

To Hear the Angels Sing

"Christmas time is here"
How the words ring through my head, 
pulsing at the inside of my eardrums.
"Bringing lots of, happiness and cheer, promises of..."
Carefully, I listen for the right notes.... hum... mm... hmm..
"Fun for all, that children call, their favorite time of year."
The music fills our home every night, 
as we exert our voices over complicated harmonies, 
learning a new piece of music.  
I sit in my chair, sketching in between times, 
creating with my pencil and eraser.

This sweet little angel will make her way 
to one of my upcoming line of Christmas Cards.
Check back on Thursday to see the finished product!

A very busy,


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Autumn Says Farewell

With a sputter of wind, and then a rush of chilling air...

Autumn waves farewell.

The scarlet leaves are scattered
winter tugging them from the graying trees.

The children flee from indoors to 
chase about in the pleasant weather, 

..and toss the fallen leaves skyward.

Dusk comes sooner, and the late autumn sun sends 
shades of amber over the yellow fields.

We slip out after dinner, Johanna and I, armed with Jo's camera, 
captivated by the rushing of the autumn air.

The wind, still whispering with the last warmth of a summer long gone, 
brushes its fingers across the earth.

Slowly, but surely, dusk deepens to darkness, 
and night settles over Rambellwood.

-the end-


Monday, November 15, 2010


Did you know that your brain can go on overload?  I found mine doing just that today.  Like a muscle, it fought to work with the thoughts I laid against it.  Like a muscle it ached and strained.  Like a muscle it cried out when it could take no more.  But I kept pushing.  I needed to keep working.

But, like a muscle that needs a break, my brain collapsed.  Whew.... my emotions flooded out, like a river freed with the breaking of a dam.  But, now, like a muscle, merely sitting still will not re-build it.  My brain needs a soft, easy flow of thoughts, to bring it slowly into use again.

So here I am, feeling the nerves in my fingers as they touch, one at a time, the letters on my keyboard, feeling the gentle pulse of my recuperating brain as my thoughts slide softly through my hands.

And here, in the warm silence of this room, the stronger side of my brain, the creative side, is touched by a thought from my Savior.

Take a step back.  Look again at those things that jar at your brain, that push heavy thoughts against your soul, those things that bring tears to your eyes and weariness to your heart.  Be still.  Rest.  And look again.  The glass that was once half empty, is now half full.  Understanding brings peace.

Look again.  Take your glasses from your face.  Look, without your own perspective.  Look again, through my eyes.

Mmmm..... there is such peace in His words.  There is such truth.

So... slowly, I will take another look.


Saturday, November 13, 2010


A long day calls for a cup of pom and petals tea... 
and a warm, still place... to quiet my thoughts.

Thoughtfully yours,

P.S. There's a new item in the shop... check it out!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A Small Announcement

Well.... shall I say my life is moving on?
I've got a full schedule of math, and writing, and.... something new.

Check out my official Etsy Shop.... here...
I have only one item as of yet... but have more in the listing process.  Check again later in the week for new items!

And... on a small, exciting, side note, I am determined to post on this blog regularly.  Look for my posts on Mondays, and feel free to bug me with a comment if I don't follow through.

From a very busy,

Sunday, November 7, 2010

by Sarah Anne

The sea is blue.

The sky is too.

The children shout.
Sailboats are out.

The seagulls fly
Up in the sky

Palm branches sway
In the cool day.

Butterfly wings flap
And little children clap.

The ships are large, but far away
Sailing in their very proud way,

And though I'm stuck inside all day,

When my father returns,
On the beach I'll play.

Sarah Anne and Matthew, with Mom and Dad and Johanna,
 returned from California last week.  
The above poem, written by Sarah Anne, 
was a school project during their month away, and, I think, 
a darling perspective of their lives in Santa Barbara. 
 Read more of the story here.