Friday, November 16, 2018

Wake up!

Yesterday Mr. Nielson and I went into Lottie's class to talk to her 
classmates about my why we're burned. 
 Last month I was in the class helping out with the Halloween party, 
and there were a few very inquisitive children.  
They wanted to know what happened to me, why my lips were so fat,
 and where the heck my pinkie went.
I had one sweet little girl in particular who was so very curious
 about my accident she couldn't stop commenting about it. 
She didn't mean to be rude, she's only six for crying out loud.
 But it planted a little seed in my head and so I asked
 Lottie's sweet teacher if I could come to class at some point
during the school year.
So yesterday Mr. Nielson and I walked into the classroom 
to a room full of very well-behaved children.
They were sitting on the floor waiting for us to walk in the room
 and when we did they waved to us, and immediately my heart swelled.
Children are so good and kind and innocent.
The seek for truth and look to grown-ups for trust and learning, and 
honestly I felt honored to be there.
I started out asking if the children knew anyone who
 had a disability of any kind. All the kids hands shot up.
 I listened as the students told me stories about their uncle, 
brother, mom, neighbor, or fellow classmate. 
 I even had a student tell me he knew a vegetarian!!!    
We discussed about differences and the importance of
 loving and respecting everyone (even vegetarians!).
At one point I asked Lottie to tell her classmates what I tell her everyday
before school.
The kids turned around and looked at her and she said,
"Wake up?"
Christian and I laughed.
(Lottie is a tough one to get up in the morning.
It's kind of a struggle).
What I really tell her everyday before school
 is to remember that her heart is the most beautiful thing about her and 
if her heart is beautiful, then everything else in her life will follow.

But "wake up!" works too.


Spiritual Enlightenment: "Come unto Me" 


Thursday, November 15, 2018

Dreary and Wonderful

North Carolina has really been killing it lately.
It's been overcast and rainy for the past two days and I'm in heaven.
Mr. Nielson and I stopped by the lot so he could do some work,
and I wanted to see what the property looks like when it's dreary and stormy.  
Well, it's amazing.
Any color left on the trees is fading fast and covering the woods
with a brown carpet.  
I probably could have wandered the area for hours walking around 
and smelling wet leaves and smoky air.  

Meanwhile back in the Harlow House I am slowly easing into Christmas by
concocting stove top potpourri with fresh apples, oranges, ginger, 
vanilla beans, ginger, cloves and Siberian fir essential oils.
That baby is on simmer from 8:00 am to 10:00 pm, youknowwhatimean?

I hung a little wreath on the wall, 
and there might be a jar full of Shiny-Brite ornaments
near the TV alongside miniature Christmas trees on platters and tabletops.
Also mingled among those little trees are the darling hand-painted wooden
 Nielson family pilgrims that my niece hand-painted.
(@painted.dolly)
But you know, nothing too crazy...yet.
Also a few photos of Angus because he's kind of a weird fella,
and I have equal amounts of Angus photos on my phone as I do Lottie!








Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Credits

Mr. Nielson and I took the Little Nies to the 
hot new Christmas movie: The Nutcracker.
I was severely disappointed, and I will leave it at that,
 because I am sure there were plenty of people who
 liked the movie( my daughter Claire is one of them).
Anyway,  I am not sure how it started, but Christian and I have this thing we do
every single time we go to a movie together.
(And it drives some of the Little Nies crazy).

After the movie is over we stay and watch the credits until
we have found every member of our families names.
Sometimes it's super stressful.
It's OK if it's not the correct spelling, middle names get extra points,
 and we get bonus points for finding pet names.
And I say "points" like we actually get points, we don't.
We don't get anything but the satisfaction of overcoming our
 (my) OCD behavior. 
Surprisingly we usually find all our names, and more eyes watching the screen
the better, that way we don't miss anyone.
My name is getting harder to pick out and Jane is the easiest to find.

Please tell me that I am not the only person who does this.