{life with a curious and crazy 13 yr old}
Time shifts and slips, cycles and renews, constricts and flows freely. Somedays time feels on track — everything in its own time, and all of that. Other days it feels short or whips on by. Our brains on remote control mode, held by a crazed monkey (why, a monkey? mischievous little guys…) or a duende — speeding us up unnecessarily or slowing it wayyy downnn, skipping ahead, rewatching the good parts, blocking the awkward moments.
The last couple of weeks have certainly made us focus on slowing down, but still…with kids, it always feels a little fast. Lately the Duende (with a capital D!) has been working more on her ‘quill writing’ and making ink from charcoal and beet juice, we got a nice snow in there somewhere and she decided to work on a fort, we took care of the very neglected ‘plant wall’ and cleaned up some derelict spaces, watched a flurry of Robins along with some little friends (the Cardinals, House and Goldfinches, Nuthatch, Titmouse, Chicka-dee-dee-dee’s, and Junco’s foraging rosehips, various berries, and seeds), danced and snuggled (she’s in love with the movie The Book of Life right now), and of course, played dead (both in the house, and the snow). Meanwhile — while the bread bakes, her fashionable self takes her to galleries (I love that picture! ha!) and antique places like the Hallowell Antique Mall, Another Man’s Treasure, and The Rusticators Emporium (a lovely day off playing ‘whats the weirdest thing you’ve seen’, results in Friday’s blog), where she buys velvet ribbons for her hair (like a Victorian gal).
Oh, how time flies when we’re having fun. ❤
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