“Dear Instagram, I cannot BELIEVE you disabled the account for wakeupslowly. Again. Her photos are beautiful & inspiring. And, more to the point, breastfeeding in public is a legal and protected right! Removing an account because some Instagram users complain only furthers misinformation and fosters an environment where Breastfeeding is vilified. Do the RIGHT thing. [...]
Joy is a complicated thing. Matt walks in the door after a long day. I tell him how I have felt sick all day, how Phoebe fought her nap for two hours, how all of the dishes are dirty, how it’s beans and rice for dinner because I was too exhausted to prepare anything more [...]
It’s easy to feel like today was a failure. I screwed up making fudge. Twice. I messed up a piece of artwork I was going to give a friend. Phoebe ate NOTHING so she was in a bad mood from being hungry. I wanted to take a break from “Christmas prep” to have a fun [...]
What does Jesus want for Christmas? He wants you to give Him your sins. This is what I remember from church tonight. Between feeling sick & Phoebe not napping and crawling all over me & distracting me & the water she spilled on the floor and herself & changing her outfit & getting her more [...]
I’ve been getting so worked up today about our road trip this weekend. We leave tonight. It will be the first time Phoebe is in the car for so long; it will also be the first time she sleeps the night away from home. NERVOUS!!! So, during her nap time, I sat down to craft [...]
I’m going to tell you something about our Western culture. It is simple. It is easy. Hungry? Eat a snickers. Lonely? Social network. Bored? Flip the channels; or watch You Tube; or play Angry Birds. Everything is at our fingertips, and we don’t have to work hard for almost anything. We are a culture of open access and consumerism.
There’s something you need to know about me. I hate running. When I run, I get a stitch in my side that hurts like heck. My legs get tired. My hips ache. At least with bike riding, you get a breeze; running is sweaty. At least with sports there’s a goal and some fun to be had; running is about as engaging as raking sand. It’s all you and the pavement and an iPod of tunes. The early morning. The cold, unbreathable air.
Sometimes it’s important to let things lie fallow. To allow inactivity…stillness…to simply be. To be, and to be no more. It’s a hard thing to let yourself do. “Just being” makes many of us insecure. Silence can bother us, weighing on us like an ocean of pressure. Stillness can bother us; it feels better to do something, to get up and wash the dishes, to turn on the TV.
Hi, there! I’m Erin. I’m a crunchy Christian mom and artist. I love to eat local farm food and shop at thrift stores. I blog about our crazy life and baby girl (born April 2011). I love rainbows. My hair is messy. ^_^ I hope you enjoy my blog! (Read More about me here...)