Back to our ocean home, first for a visit with the cleaner wrasse, then to feel that healing power of hot sand over paws and a rushing cool wind in the hair. Alive. We bury treasure again. We let go. We explore shells and shops and teddy bear line ups. A wonderfully tiring day with our mer-clan.
New seafaring fine art photography prints will wash ashore within a few rain showers, including some special B&W oceanscapes.
Lilacs and green White Mountain ranges, a drive over and through the steep woods, stingrays and nibbling fish, and a family stroll through the land of fairy tales delighted us over the weekend. Having moved to the high hills and lakes, we read on and on. We happened upon a wooden house from one our recent reads and found a bed, a stone stove, little chairs, and skis. Heidi’s house in the Alps appeared atop a New Hampshire hill, overlooking her little town, with sprouting green ridges stretched out above in the near distance. I recalled walking along the Alps and looked about for the white cows and goats that graze in my memory. Mother Goose read to us in her lavender bonnet, we rowed with pirates and found more treasures, reminding me of Idlewild Park, a bit south, both parks having the Little Old Woman who Lived in a Shoe. No children but visitors on this yellow boot. Next door, alligators and jellyfish swam, though in very tight tanks. I’m not interested in zoos, as encapsulating wild ones is too sad. We tried first rides, and many other little firsts. We’re so proud, such big steps for our dear family.
Today, we’ll record details from this homeschool field trip. It was generally lovely, relaxed, and less crowded than parks for older kiddies, but the others’ babes were quite overtired, crying, and the tightly formed lines didn’t help. We’re extremely sensitive and outtings are difficult, but the appreciated prevention of smoke at this park made it possible for us to try it! It is a park for little cubs, after all. Conway was bustling with craft fair tents as we passed by on the lower road home, and we read out curious shop names to visit another day. We retreated back home, to de-mask and de-mitten, to rest feet and backs, and to unwind overstimulated senses with lasagna, recaps, and cuddles. Many questions were answered, for little darlings need help processing so much energy spent in one place and time. We all do, actually…
This morning, a peach pie sizzles in the oven. We’ll return to Storyland next spring, for this cool air went swimmingly with that funny pumpkin coach energy. We may even try Santa’s Village, for little elves here already know so much about the North Pole, and it would be fun to enjoy some of the perks of the job. Now, we’ll tuck into some new library books, and edit my tales, for getting to know characters lends such joy to one’s life.
Happy Summer Adventures! Take the best care. Love, ~Amor Milagre
…home again home again jiggity jig…
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Listening to Ideas, Black and White Photography, Amor Milagre
Tonight’s story is about a portrait photographer. I’ll write it, with tea. Our homeschool photography lessons have reconvened, flooded with location lists. Photography is magic. A great love, here. We love doing family portraits, but haven’t done many. Too busy for fun? *Oh, come, let’s do some… Sometimes, we make short videos into silent films, B&W. It’s a cute, hilarious result to save and rewatch…with popcorn. Oh, how we age and grow. I love laugh lines…crinkle it up!
Cameras are eyes are memories are songs are feathers are tins of papers, with curled edges and splotches of inks of laughter, from that day when we sat on that rock and ate PB sandwiches…
*A gentle reminder: After you listen to your own idea, and you want to share it, you may need to remind those around you to… “Shh…listen…I want to tell you something.” (Sometimes, like with dreams, everyone gets too excited and wants to be in on it…the idea…but by pushing yours down into the mud, to be louder, to be heard. Sillies…why? Just listen. Shh…listen. This idea includes you. Listen to ideas…to gold..to silver…gelatin…to you.
“Now, I’ll listen to you. You were saying something lovely about…?”
Remember to remember. Love, ~Amor Milagre
P.S. Free idea…really great one…super possible…good-women’s-healthcare. Let’s do it! Yesterday…please. All the world is in a trance. Despite this designer’s sadness that long ago the fashion industry somehow trapped themselves on top of an old record…spinning on that loop…and the people all drag around in toxic lycra and fleece undergarments…it is imperative that the weary medical world re-awaken, perhaps for the first time. Work to help, not to widen the gap. We know you’re tired, but there needs to be a new wave to help you…down to the receptionists. Every role makes a huge difference. Make it positive. Make it work. Help. Women and children need help. Research anything. Help. Work.
Music of the Moment: The Calm Before, Matt Elliott
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
We met on a beach, and so after nearly 12 years of exploring various shores and waters together, we thought a serene way to celebrate was to return to reflect on our love story…this time with our treasure, to play a game of scavenger hunts with crinkly old maps and sandy digs. We found what we were hoping for, and so we’ll keep playing, on and on, together forever. Inspired by tales from my desk, a certain note left by Piratess Moira, and a local borrowing of Treasure Island, we set forth into the mist…
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We’ve been exploring neighbouring libraries to see what kinds of treasure they hold dear in their donated collections. Our language lessons were filled with naughty rabbit pirates this week, in various exclamations of awareness…of a certain irritated gardener.
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
From bare to pink to white to…soon…green…the apple tree is our sweet inspiration.
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures: Soft Organic Cotton Children’s Sleep Bloomers
Rainy dewy days are for sewing up soft cosies to grow into…
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
An anniversary dinner of homemade pasta…mmmm…
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
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Greenhouse air…
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
New delicious short love stories awaken each rainfall…more on these sweet darlings later.
Your greatest treasure is always within twenty paces of wherever you stand…zero boot lengths even…it’s you…you are your true love. Take care not to lose your sense of this, for you really cannot. Love is your shadow, so you might as well have a dance, then!
Happy Spring Moments & Adventures, Love ~ Amor Milagre