mermaid eyes

mermaid eyes, originally uploaded by thislovelymoment.

Those eyes! The little mermaid dress, and how it doesn’t quite stay on. This is the same girl who was in full hockey gear out on the ice for her first time this morning. I love that she can play in so many ways.


head to head

head to head, originally uploaded by thislovelymoment.

I’m joining a 30 days of gratitude flickr group. May as well get back onto the blogging wagon while I’m at it.

Grateful for the smaller ones in our family, these two.
I am SO glad we got him.
He brings her such joy, and has completely won me over.
And a warm bathing suit day in the end of October? Well that’s something to jump through sprinklers about, i’ll just let her do the jumping for the both of us.

Forest Fairy

IMG_4924, originally uploaded by thislovelymoment.

Most of the time, I don’t really care. This day, I wish I had wiped breakfast off of her face. Photoshop… here I come, eventually.

I’m in LOVE with the light, and the expression captured in this image.

Yes, I have been making pictures the last 6 months… they just haven’t been making it onto the blog. No excuses. Perhaps that’ll shift.

Open to Grace~ a double rainbow!

I spent last weekend in San Francisco with John Friend and the Anusara yoga Kula. A beautiful community of truly amazing friends. The experience was sublime. I have much to say about it, but I think it shall trickle out over time. Meanwhile, this post is about my experience on the way there. It was perfect in setting the tone for the weekend.

It was a gorgeous sunny day as I left home early Saturday morning. I was headed to San Francisco to spend the weekend practicing yoga with 250 Anusara Yoga friends.  NPR Music radio was on and there was an interview with Pierre Bensusan, known as the Jimi Hendrix of acoustic guitar. The interviewer asked Pierre to please explain what he meant when he said: “Most musicians don’t spend enough time listening.” Pierre responded: “that statement came to me because I have the great honor to teach music, sometimes to people who are touched by music. But sometimes they are so distracted by technique that they forget to listen… We all need technique in order to express what we want, what we try to express, but after a while, you also sometimes need to be first listening before being distracted by the technique. Because if you do listen carefully, your technique seems to hear, to see you listening, and be more at peace with yourself and then you start to, in fact, to get what you’re looking for because you listen…”

Oh wow, I was struck. Enough to go back and find the interview on the web so that I could write down exactly what Pierre said. How perfect to hear “listen!” on my way to this yoga workshop. The first principal of Anusara yoga is Open to Grace. And now I see, that this does not simply apply to yoga, but also to music, to parenting, and perhaps for all of life: pause and listen. To be receptive, to invite sensitivity and spaciousness, to feel and to cultivate awareness, this is the practice of opening to Grace. And this is my practice. Both on and off the mat. And while I do not always succeed, I absolutely keep trying.

A few miles down the road, the sunny day shifted and a storm started to brew. Dramatic lighting sharpened the bright green rolling hills into splotches of light and shadow. And then a gift from the heavens: a double rainbow!  I’m breathless, and LISTENING. Wide open and paying full attention.

At some moments I can *feel* my being expand, on an energetic level. Have you had that experience?

And so, grinning ear to ear, I walked into the San Francisco JCC with my heart spilling over with love and gratitude.

Ready, set, go!

This one doesn’t need much words. Just a snowy day, two cousins, a couple of playful skirts, a window sill and a bed. Hours of entertainment. Much twirling, giggles and flight ensued.

The joy of seeing these two, who live on opposite sides of the country, playing together harmoniously, unaided (finally!) and gleefully is just simply immense.

Love love and more love. Red skirts don’t hurt either.

Golden Girl

This pictures speaks to me. As her mother, who finds her _everything_ beautiful. As a photographer, in love with light. And as a human being, who loves bodies, skin, shapes.

That gorgeous golden winter morning light. Precious after days of shadow, foggy, cold. How it plays across the developing muscles of her back, how it catches the dishevelment of her morning hair, the back of an ear, the curl at the nape of the neck. The space within and without, light and shadow.

She was getting dressed on a chilly morning in a ray of light. I had mere seconds to grab my camera. Three year olds don’t tend to cooperate with breath-taken mama’s.  Delighted that something of the moment lingered on in my image.

Snow in San Jose, CA!

It doesn’t snow where we live. Therefore, when our neighbor across the street arrived home with a truckload of snow, the kids went crazy!

Anja’s first time playing “in” the snow. If you can call this “in.”

We have the best neighbors.

Sledding! Notice the snowball being inserted into Anja’s jacket hood?

Here’s the adorable mischief maker. Searching for a target for that snowball. Like father like son.

Oh those eyes. Stunning.

It was sad to have to pull Anja away from the pile of fun.