the ordinary


How was your week?  Here, we returned to our ordinary days.  Thor returned to school and piano lessons, my husband returned to work and spent part of the week in Portland, and I held steady with some projects at home.  Wednesday was my Dad's 88th birthday.  I'm so glad he is still in my life and that I get to spend so much time with him.  He is such an inspiration to me.  I started a watercolor class, started knitting again, started a new sourdough adventure, and started journaling again.  

Small ordinary beginnings that feel good.  

I've been thinking a lot about the ordinary and what I want my days to look like, to feel like, and about how I want to feel and how I want to make others feel.  The walls I have put up my whole life have done nothing good for me or my relationships with others.  


A friend (@EmilyCrofts) shared the following on Instagram this week and I wanted to share it with you, too, about quiet, simple, ordinary, beautiful things.

"It all matters.  That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says goodnight, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing.  What is most beautiful is least acknowledged.  What is worth dying for is barely noticed."   

~ Laura McBride, in We Are Called to Rise
by mlekoshi