House Bound

These little sickies and I haven't gone anywhere in the last few days and we're all starting to feel a little cramped in here. I know rest and fluids are important, but judging by the countless meltdowns and tears, I know everyone must be itching to get some fresh air. This weekend we are hoping to do just that. Happy Friday to you all, and whoa... happy August! How did that happen?!


Monday Afternoons

Here at our house, we call Mondays our "dead to the world" days.

We don't do much of anything. Usually all that's on the agenda is a few good movies and time spent cuddled up on the couch. If we're feeling really adventurous, we'll go grab our groceries for the week. That's about it. Simple and familiar for us all. 

I've finally started up my yoga practice regularly again, which as some of you know, has been something I've been talking about since getting pregnant with Alba. It's been two long years and the very first class I took I held back actual tears as we sat in silence, setting our intentions and grounding our sit-bones into the earth. I don't know what took me so long. Tonight, I'm surprisingly switching up my 'do nothing' routine and will sneak away to a gentle candlelit class after Erick is home from work - an absolute treat on a Monday and a peaceful start to another week.


So Much Bigger


This post has been brewing in my mind for a while now. These reflections catch me off guard; as I'm drifting to sleep, in the morning as I pour my coffee, after watching the news... any time I'm alone in my own head I've been mulling away at something. I've had a series of revelations over the summer. Some more poignant than others, but important all in their own way. I've stepped back from this space and I've given myself room to breathe - I've noticed it's such a healthy and necessary step for me to take for my own sanity. I just can't set expectations or deadlines for myself here. Not in this way. Plus, we all know how many deadlines there are in real life anyway... sigh.

One of the first things Erick and I realized after swinging the night away in a hammock, under the stars, wrapped in each others arms: remember the bigger picture. Seems easy enough, yet it's just so difficult for the two of us to grasp when we're amongst the trenches of every day moments. Especially in our own individual paths and careers - trust that everything is working out the way that it's meant to. In life when the tiniest moments seem to be causing the most grief - remembering this sliver of anguish doesn't come close to touching the abundance of all that is good, all that we have to be grateful for.

"We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive" ~Thích Nhất Hạnh

We are just tiny specks in this universe. For as many times as we feel we are suffering or alone in our days, there are literally millions of others that have experienced a similar pain; more often, though, others have experienced much worse. The world is so much bigger than each of our tiny inhabited radiuses. I feel so silly sometimes getting up-in-arms about all of my meaningless anxieties and frustrations. I know, I'm only human. But in a global scale, truly, they do not matter.

Images taken on our trip to Mexico, February 2013.