Do you remember the journal for mothers that I mentioned earlier this year called Soul Gardening? The spring edition has been mailed out and I devoured mine in only a couple of days. I found myself in desperate need of encouragement and while I really meant to try to make it last, I just couldn’t. I ought to mention that a brief article that I wrote is included, an ode to the dirty life I guess you could call it. If you are a Catholic mama (or not opposed to receiving encouragement from Catholic mamas) you might consider requesting that your name be added to the mailing list. The journal is free to receive, although printing and mailing is dependent on donations. I would love for the next edition to get funded so that once all the writing is finished, lack of funds doesn’t end up holding things up. I often find myself feeling a bit out of place in this world, not really fitting anywhere. And I have to confess that Soul Gardening feels just a little punk rock to me, reminiscent of the zines of my youth. Back then I was lacing my combat boots in what I believed to be my own little countercultural world, while today I’m mothering seven children to the tune of what many consider a radical faith. Either way, I do seem to always remain on the fringe. I think I can safely say that I have found kindred spirits in the Soul Gardening Journal.
I am in the midst of re organizing my kitchen and trying to make it more “feed all these people” and “school all these people” friendly. I am far from finished, but I wanted to show you the hutch that I repainted. I lightened it up a good bit and relocated the field guides. Keeping them in the ktichen really didn’t work. The shelves were always covered in crumbs and mess. The doors are back, and rather than replacing the mirrors that were once there (the last thing I need is one more place for fingerprints) Jonny added chicken wire.
The bottles in the bucket are from one of Seth’s recent escapades into someone else’s trash heap in the woods. This time he found them with a new friend who shares his love of old things and happens to have a dump in the woods behind her house.
And finally, it’s been cool here the past few days, cool enough that I’ve had my favorite shawl out, one that I received as a gift just before Job was born. I have to apologize because I have been asked so many times for the name of the pattern and I have failed to get back to people with that information. (This is the same shawl that I wore to Job’s baptism.) The name of the pattern is Greenway Shawl. It’s wonderfully light and airy, but can be wrapped tightly around the neck for warmth if you need it. The yarn that the dear woman who knit if for me used is Meadow by The Fibre Company. The colorway is Lady Slipper. I have never knit with it myself, but can tell you that it’s amazing yarn. I’ve been wearing this shawl regularly for more than six months and it still looks perfect, not a single pill. This shawl is soft, yet sturdy, truly beautiful. The color shifts subtly and gives the piece such depth. And I’m not just saying all this because it was a gift. I could go on and on. I will one day knit something with this yarn myself… another shawl perhaps? One can never have too many shawls on the needles.