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The Absence of “Should”

Dear Reader,

I apologize that I have not been faithful in writing lately. I have been avoiding the word “Should” thus the blog has suffered.

Last night was prime blogging opportunity and I took my husband and a blanket and lay under the stars to watch the falling meteoroids in the field. There were plenty of falling stars to sling our wishes on and it was cold, we were decked out in toques, fleece pants, big jackets, but it was very romantic. 3 1/2 years of marriage and the romance is still a’ burning. But we’ve found that we have to be very intentional about making time for each other. Often life flows along and we forget to look each other right in the face, nose to nose, and verbalize our love.

Back to the “should” that infects my life. I have many things I “should” do and my life gets so cluttered with these “should’s”  that it becomes a web and I get overwhelmed. Do you, dear reader, suffer from the “Should” virus? I won’t even list all my “shoulds” but they hound me, they haunt me. To run with that image, they are ghosts that dog my every step. I know I am getting dramatic but would the “Shoulds” please take a hike! They squeeze me out of my “trying to enjoy the moment” mentality.

I have photos of what I’ve been up to lately and I will post them as we’ve been doing the regular “ideal farm-life” stuff. Making cheese, harvesting tomatoes, picking plums, delving into real conversation with friends. Mining the meaning in every day life. All in all, I love summer!

I hope you’re well and enjoying your summer.



I went for a girl’s weekend this weekend. What I expected was:

- Food, lots of food


-Swimming and tanning time

-Laughing until my stomach hurt

-Quotable lines to last us a few years

-Some tears -learning tears.

Check, Check and Check. It was a great weekend. I need the women I have in my life. And I’m very lucky to have such good ladies who encourage me, accept me, attempt at understanding me, and are excited for me as we embark on life’s adventure.

I find that women contain so much strength. Women, we are so strong! We can do so much! We can handle so much. I’m so impressed. We are superwomen, we hold our families together, strengthen each other and remind ourselves of what really matters in life; love, health and relationship. We remind each other of what doesn’t matter as much; preoccupation with physical beauty, expectations of ourselves (unhealthy ones) to accomplish and succeed and that complaining never gets us very far.

I’ve mentioned to a few people around me lately that I’ve been finding that women have the opportunity to be the barometer in their families or relationships. We have the power to influence the emotional status around us, we can eminate positively or negatively. Often I’ve seen a woman’s emotional instability tear apart families. It reiterates the fact that my own emotional health is so important. My moods affect Marc and have great power to influence those around me. It is selfish to think that if I’m grumpy, I do so only for myself. I have observed that women have the power to bring emotional stability and health to families if they are so employed. We women yield such incredible power.

Yes I realize that men also have this power but women seem to be naturally so much more inclined toward emotional recognition or volatile explosions. We wield our manipulation, our nagging, our passive-aggressive avoidance, we throw out our pout, or cock an eyebrow to bend those we love to our will. It makes me so aware of my tone, my expressions. It also makes me aware to take inventory on my own emotional health and what I am putting out there. Am I being positive with Marc? With others I run into?

Have you had good estro-time lately? I feel refreshed, enlightened, aware and armed again from my boost in Estrogen.


Sweet Abandon


As I was walking to work this morning, I noticed a very impressive climbing tree on the side of the arod. It was a big cedar tree, and then I wondered to myself, when was the last time I climbed a tree?

When I was a child, I could not understand how adults forgot to play and pretend. I thought it tragic. I promised myself I would not do this. I lied.

I have forgotten how to play.


Or maybe playing looks different now. I don’t have barbies or lego. I have shovels and dirt, and I dig a little to make food. The thing that is different, of course, is that I do it with a point. I do it to eat food I’ve grown. I don’t just play with sweet abandon.

This is what I hope to remedy. I want to do things just for the pure enjoyment. I have to remember to play.


I climbed a tree.

There’s a seat for you too.

C’mon up!