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Sound is the most creative force
om – natural course
thinking makes us smart-err
then the apple tree must just be wise, or?
Does a bee have a heart?
Bee fell in love with grasshopper…
and thats how beetle got his start.
Today I woke up a mom. In my mama bed with my ‘mamá’ screamin’ kids and my mama loving husband. I roll over to Federico, give him a squeeze and then a kiss or two or three or ten. And by rollover I mean rolling over the two kids that sleep in-between us (small house, big bed). Sometimes I walk around. Resi wakes up – sometimes she’s mad, most of the times she’s glad. When she has a little morning fit, not so little in sound – she screams, she likes a ‘hug-ie’ to calm down. Lasse like to wrestle in the morning. Or scream, “stop!” as he’s massaged awake.
Life on a school day
* Give love to husband
* Wake up kids: wrestle, love, hug, massage
* Get kids dressed (showers every other-day)
* Make breakfast (french toast is favorite)
* Make Resi lunch (options: artichoke? she ate it, yogurt pretzels, fruit, drink box, nuts, bar, string cheese, sandwich, yogurt ????)
*Count down the etd so we aren’t late….”10minutes!!!…..5minutes!!!” It’s eat and GO! (Even though we try to leave by 7:45 it’s never before 7:52)
* Shoes on! jackets on! backpacks on! kisses and whoosh them out the door.
* AHHHHHHHHH Silence, Serita time….starts now.
Things I do with Serita time:
clean intervals on the track listen to music
drink tea or coffee watch surf contests
yoga pure barre class dance
tai-chi clean some more
sport-cord prepare dinner
meditate listen to Alan Watts
catch up on emails watch pinterest or tumblr
mountain bike hike sauna train body and mind
Serita time passes quickly. Gotta get done what needs to get done….. clock strikes 3:00 – I loose my slippers – carriage turns into an Audi – back into ‘mamá mode.’
* Pick up Lasse at school – 17 minutes to Edwards for a 30min Piano Lesson at 4:00
* Play on the playground while Lasse practices piano. (Upper body strength on the playground)
* Drive home and scratch my mind on what I can make for dinner
* “Lasse have you done your reading? Lasse what about math? Lasse Read!! Lasse!!!”
* Eat dinner. I hope it’s something healthy.
* Bedtime ritual (brush brushy brush, clean face, cream, floss, vitamins, read books and spiritual practice, meditation, saying what we are grateful for, who we forgive, and something we like about ourselves)
* If it’s after 9:00 the kids pass out. If it’s before 9:00 it usually takes them a little more time to relax.
* If by some miracle I can wake back up after putting them to sleep I go down stairs and play with my husband. Watch some football or surf, usually pass out on the couch and have to go back upstairs and put myself quickly back to bed.
Is all this normal? I feel so normal. Who wants to feel like that? Normal. Not me? I would rather be a wild mom out on an adventure, toting kids and husband looking for ways to play. This is what school does to a family…..stuck, static, oh the dreaded routine….school, school, school? It kind of makes me crazy, the normalcy of it all. So if crazy = normal and normal =crazy then they must be the same thing. Yin and Yang. I can live like this….but only for a while.
This is my camp. I call it Degalaxy Racing Camp. We are first in line and we love it!
One of the greatest joys of skiing is being outside in all circumstances, any weather. The sport opens up to nature’s majesty, power, and beauty everyday. Your able to witness the power of creation in it’s rawest form. Watching the glacier move and the clouds breathe. Please, get into the mountains and feel their good vibrations.
Breathing in wonder.
One thing I tell the girls if your not in the first gondola your last. Here is a panorama of our entire group in the same gondola. And yes, we were first.
This is a different day, but same thing. The squad cramming in for the first gondola. It may seem like a pain, but in the end it is just a lot easier than fighting the crazy lift lines over here. They like to battle for position and scrap and push, although it takes some effort to be first, in the end it is the most civilized way up. By the way I heard Gondolas are the safest method of transport.
We were able to ski slalom on the Ice Wall today! Lots of great skiing. The snow is soft and it troughs out, it is difficult to ski well, but this creates an energy in the skier that can’t be taught with words. I am in coaching mode until I see the Doc again tomorrow, I love to ski in these conditions. It started to downpour rain on us at about 12:00, we pulled the course catlike and got out of there pretty soaked. It is supposed to snow tonight, we will take another off day tomorrow and get ready for the cold weather and sunshine coming in.
Summer in the alps.
Here I am, in our lovely hotel room at our hotel NeuHintertux. This is a beautiful hotel, with great rooms, charm, good food, good characters. Home away from home. This time is different. I am sick. I am so sick, with shivers and fever and pain in my lower ribs in the back.
Body going into fits of cold and then hot. Like my thermostat is off. Complete weakness in my body and shortness of breath. I am hoping I feel better soon and that it’s from the lack of sleep and a little bit of stress. (Kinda bummed I watched the Revenant now.) But I can’t kick this thing. What’s wrong? It’s been 4 days.
I’ve been going on the hill, but talking myself through every minute. With little strength I haven’t been able to train. Just coaching and still I’m not myself. It worked out for Abigail to use my skis, she has a lost ski bag. Win.lose.win.lose.
Then the dilemma is what to do? The kids all came to my camp, they came to be here with me. Will they understand? I decide it is in the best interest of everyone that I get to see a doctor.
When we get to breakfast I have to tell everyone that I am going to go to the doctor. Tears well up inside I can’t hold them back. I hate letting them down. But they aren’t let down at all. They understand, every single one. And I feel grateful: For a day of rest and to see what is ailing me.
The doctor says I have a kidney infection. I am on antibiotics now. He says I shouldn’t go on the hill. But I can’t listen to him. I am going. I won’t stay down.
My energy is already coming back.
Colmillo que me arrastra Colmillo retorcido Te sobra colmillo
Once upon a land of time and snow two dreams were murdered. If dreams are trees. Barren pines. Time a conception with what to dance through the unconsciousness. Snow a dance in the opposite. And so awoke their Christmas tree hunt.
A starchild, her husband and her mother erased the mystery. Or was it her father and grandmother? The star was falling. They could have touched the sky, instead they turned to time dancing with itself.