precious journey

do you ever think that we zoom through our days trying to get to the finish line? Trying to hard to win the proverbial race?

Sometimes I miss or rush the precious moments that can attribute to the depth of beauty in my life. I push through these moments rushing to the next one. I want to clean off my to do list, follow my scheduale and get the day done. I lose the appreciation of the simpler things in life, only looking at the big picture.
I lose so much by not paying attention to the process. The journey is just as important as the desitnation.

Today and further more I will not rsuh my life. I will not look past the moments that here for me to enjoy. The precious moments that ground my soul and teach me who I ought to be.

Stranger sit and rest and dream
the noisy milstone turns no more
before you runs the restless stream
that seeks the ocean evermore
much love,
Jessica
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come sit and dream

“Strangers, come sit and dream”
There is a quote like this written on a bench by the water in downtown Almonte. I read it today and though about how lucky I am to live amongst such beauty that allows me to dream to freely.
The beauty of the Mississippi, as it flows thought the heart of our town.
Of the the pouring waterfalls and lively streams.
Of the tree that line the streets, bring a  green presence to our space.
Of the eclectic downtown stores lining the historical streets.
Of the old buildings and homes that speak of our history.
Of the people who smile and help us along each day.
Yes stranger and friend alike, come sit and dream amongst the beauty in Almonte.

I truly miss you

I have been MIA most of the month, I miss my blog.
I will be back!
I don’t enough time right now to write a full post, as I am off to work in 10 minutes but I will put a quote that I love and hopes it brings a ray of happiness to your rainy Saturday.

“The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them.”
-Maya Angelou (I love her quotes, she is a very introspective lady!)

Much love,

Jessica

ps. I read 2 books this week,

The Memory Palace by Mira Bartok

And  Sisterhood Everlasting by Ann Brasheares

The Memory palace was an incredibly amazing book. It was poignant and heartbreaking. It was a story that touched my heart completely. I highly recommend it.

Sisterhood Everlasting was a “Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants” book. It was about the girls in their late twenties. I loved it. I read it in two evenings. It was good. A little more complex then the ‘teenage’ story and quite wonderful to read. I also highly recommend this book!

Poser. Wonderful read!

I loved Poser: my life in 23 yoga poses!
It felt a little like ‘eat pray love’, a woman’s journey of discovery through the hoops of life, but I found it was much  more raw and real.
It also helped that the underlying theme was yoga and motherhood, two things that make up a good portion of my conscious psyche a the moment.
The author, Claire Dederer, is very honest on her views of female society and the development of motherhood through the generations.
The story takes a good look at her mother and how her parenting affected her.
It analyzed how she herself parented and how if affected her children, while continuously tying in yoga and is constant role in her life.
It was a wonderful read that made me feel great inside.
I feel that my view is biased as I seemed to relate quite easily with the author, but even if you don’t feel that  you can relate to herthe style of story is quite humours
 and real.
Worth giving it a shot!
The studio was decorated in the style of Don’t Be Afraid, We’re Not a Cult. All was white and blond and clean, as though the room had been designed for surgery, or Swedish people. The only spot of color came from the Tibetan prayer flags strung over the doorway into the studio. In flagrant defiance of my longtime policy of never entering a structure adorned with Tibetan prayer flags, I removed my shoes, paid my ten bucks, and walked in . . .

Much love,
Jessicaο»Ώ

beautiful creativity

I had a wonderful day yesterday.
Meaghan and I spent the day at the park with the girls, who loved being outside.
We played, ate lunch, we read books about organic skin care and went for a long walk.
Meg and I then divulged into our creative world and made some all natural homemade body washes and oils.
We created out own scents.
Mine was a blend of ylang ylang, lavender, and patchouli. It is a very calming and relaxing scent. I called it ‘simply breath’.
Meg made one with lemongrass and Mandarin. Hers is very uplifting and energizing. I am not sure what she called hers, but I like the name ‘wake up with the sun’, as hers is a very uplifting scent.
We were going to ‘le nordik’ with my Mom and Emily, so we decided to bring our homemade wash and  oils with us.
First off, le nordik was wonderful.
Exactly what I needed.
And secondly bringing our homemade products was a wonderful idea.
I woke up this morning and my skin feels amazing.
Soft and smooth (even my hands!)
Mom and Emy seemed to enjoy them as well.
That made us feel good πŸ™‚
Next project, make a baby balm for my kids!
Seems I have found another outlet to feed my creative juices to πŸ™‚
Creativity represents a miraculous coming together of the uninhibited energy of the child with its apparent opposite and enemy, the sense of order imposed on the disciplined adult intelligence.  ~Norman Podhoretz

Have a wonderful day!
Much love,
Jessica

when you get lemons, make lemonde!

Court decided to go to the gym last night.
He wasn’t going to go, but at the last minute he decided to go.
He had just finished bathing the girls and I was putting them to bed, so it was wonderful timing.
I had to hold in my excitement.
I didn’t want to seem to eager for a night with out him, but I was rev ed up for some alone time.
Some nights I hate that he goes to the gym because it means no time for us to hang out.  (He is notorious for spending 2 hours on his workouts)
But last night I couldn’t wait to have 2 glorious hours to myself to read, do some writing or just lie on the couch and watch TV.
I was excited!
The night was mine to enjoy.
Well he leaves, I get the girls to go to their cribs and….
BANG!
This crazy loud noise comes from the bedroom.
I go in to investigate, I am expecting the worst, you see we had just put in our air conditioner.
Last year I dropped or old air conditioner out the window, and I could not live down another crashing air conditioner on my watch.
Well luckily it is not the AC. It is sitting nicely in the window.
Instead I see that my book shelf has fallen over.
The frame is still standing but all the shelves are fallen off.
The books are strewn about the floor and it looks like a literary tornado has landed in my bedroom.
No body was in the bedroom, so nobody got hurt.
Good news there, but now my evening has gone out the window.
Not only to I have to figure out what to do about the book shelf, but now I have to find a home for all this stuff.
My anal personality immediately got to work organizing. No waiting for Court. I was doing this now!
I moved the book shelf to the hall and anchored it (I decided the book shelf (even anchored) was to flimsy for all my books, so I organized my books into sections like non-fictions, fictions, self help, yoga books, child rearing books, travel books and only put a few categories of books on the shelf along with some picture frames and candles to make it look pretty. ) , I moved a dresser into the bedroom so the book shelf would fit in the hall comfortably, piled the books on the dressers,  and cleaned up all the dust bunnies that showed their cute little faces while everything was being moved.
It looked good.
I had a pile of books I had been meaning to read and kept putting off, but they are now sitting nicely on dresser enticing me to read them this summer.
I was able to donate a good number of books (I would love to be the person who collects books but I just can’t handle excess stuff enough to be that person)
It all worked out nicely.
As soon as it was done, I hopped in the shower and as I was coming out Court was just coming upstairs from his workout.
My evening did not work out the way I wanted but C’est la vie, I was happy either way!