Lessons from NaBloPoMo

For the month of November, I posted on this blog nearly every day for National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo). I viewed it as an experiment. I wasn't sure what I wanted from this blog. I had been using it mainly as a record of projects and a little space to share whatever, whenever I was so inclined. I wasn't communicating much of importance. I've often toyed with the idea of a regular blog on a specific topic (I even bought a domain name but haven't posted there yet). I wanted to see how I felt about posting every day. Here is what I've realized:

• I enjoy writing.
• I enjoy communicating.
• I'd like to make a personal commitment to explore other formats to see where that takes me. I used to journal almost daily but I haven't done much at all in recent years. Maybe a month of journaling every day?
• Blogging everyday as a communication medium made me aware of other communications in my life that are lacking. Being an expat with a 12+ hour time difference between me and friends and family means communication has dwindled over recent years. I miss quality communication with people I know (or knew) well. Maybe a month of letter writing every day (or every other day)?
• I still feel restrained as I approach the blog. As a friend pointed out, writing a blog is almost like entering politics. You are a private person in a public forum, and you open yourself to all kinds of feedback and criticism. I think I would feel more quality communication with some give-and-take, but I hold so much of myself back for privacy concerns that the quality of communication is affected. Perhaps a more focused topic (like my specific but as-yet-unspecified domain-name-idea) would give me flow?
• And what about attempting that age-old paper format, book writing? Hmmm...

So, where does this leave us?

First and foremost, thank you for visiting this space! With the thousands of blogs out there, I know you have other places you could be and I appreciate your stopping by! Please leave a note and say hi!

I'm going to keep blogging here, though perhaps not every day.

I do actually enjoy the record-keeping purpose for all my creating. I'm relatively new to sewing and knitting, and I have loved cooking and photography for many years already. Those adventures are nice to share and record, even if I do it just for me. If someone else enjoys it too, fantastic! I have learned so much from other creative blogs that if I can give a little of that back, I'm happy!

As for those other project ideas, I'll keep you posted. I think I need to get through the Christmas season before I try to commit to another daily to-do.

In addition to NaBloPoMo...

I uploaded photos and 30-word-or-less captions for habit. I was so tickled each time they selected my photos out of the flickr pool to share on the blog that I'm wondering if I should develop my photography again. It has been a dormant passion for a while now, so it feels great to have that enthusiasm reignited. I'm not sure where that will take me, but another experiment is in order. Tempted to try a calendar sale before the end of the year, but would anyone be interested? I have tulips in Holland, European cities, small moments with children... There are some gorgeous images in my 10,000+ photo library. But calendars can be so personal. Perhaps photo stationery (postcards, notecards)?

Thanksgiving or Me oh my, I love pie!

Today is Thanksgiving in our house! I made the cranberry sauce* a couple of days ago, I farmed out the side dishes, ordered the turkey from the fancy-pants grocery store, so all I had to do today (other than tidy, ahem) is bake PIE!

On the menu is sweet potato buttermilk pie and chocolate pecan pie. Yes, with homemade crusts. A small amount of nail-biting might have been involved during pre-baking. It's been a while since I've made pie. But oh! Me oh my, I love pie!

My house smells heavenly. The sweet potato pie baked first, and it is cooling as I type. The pecan pie is in the oven. I followed Emeril's recipe because I'm missing New Orleans, but I omitted the bourbon because we're not actually in New Orleans and kids will be eating this. I'm particularly excited about the layer of ganache that will be spread on top. I may or may not have dipped a spoon (or three) into the chocolate sauce that is waiting. One must be sure it will taste delicious, not so?

Yesterday, I stocked up on wine for the dinner. I didn't really know what kind of wine to buy. Turkey isn't very commonly eaten here, so suggestions were minimal. Ultimately, I bought four bottles each of riesling, sav blanc and chardonnay. I may have gone slightly overboard...

*In case you think cranberry sauce is only available as a scary, gelatinous substance from a can, I'm here to tell you that real cranberry sauce is not only amazingly delicious but also easy to make! The basic recipe on the back of the Ocean Spray cranberries bag is a winner, but you can find some reliable variations here. This year, mine is more of an elegant cranberry sauce reduction since I accidentally left it simmering away while I put the girls to bed and fell asleep myself (oops), but Hubby enthusiastically assures me that it tastes fabulous anyway.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today was one of those days I was tempted to wallow. I woke with a pinched nerve in my neck that progressed over the day to pain up my neck and down my back and right shoulder. Uncharacteristically, the girls squabbled and screamed at me and each other all morning. I missed yoga yet again because little one had such extreme meltdowns at schooltime that I thought she might be sick (she wasn't). That heat wave brings all kinds of suffering with it.

But then...I remembered it was Thanksgiving, a day for purposefully counting one's blessings.

I had pain, yes, but really, it was discomfort. I am healthy and strong, and the discomfort/pain I felt was so noticeable because it was unusual. All of us are healthy and strong. A couple of picky eaters, yes, but they have enough and I never have to worry about that. True blessings.

My wee one might have pushed all the right buttons to stay home and disrupt my plans, but at least I can be home for her when she needs me. So many parents cannot do this, even if they want to be home.

My disrupted plans were frustrating to me, but all of the items on my list were luxuries. Most of the little errands were related to our delayed Thanksgiving we'll host on Saturday. How blessed are we that we can not only afford to enjoy a lavish meal but we can also share that meal with our friends.

This is only the tip of the iceberg, the beautifully long list of reasons to be thankful.

Whether or not this is a holiday you celebrate, I wish a Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

End on a high note

Gathering up whatever food I could quickly grab and heading for an impromptu picnic at the river was the perfect cure for a hot, frustrated afternoon. Peanut butter & jelly, some fruit and pretzels, a muffin or two, some salad remnants for Mama and Papa, sparkling water...and a jumprope. Life is good.

Before, during and after

I should have photos, but I don't.

Somewhere in the middle of my caffeine-induced insomnia, I decided to give up on trying to sleep (which was getting really frustrating anyway) and address maybe one or two little (big) things that needed doing but I never seemed to make the time to do. As I lay in the dark, I thought of the mountains of stuff on my children's desks, so much stuff that they could not actually use their desks. They could never find things on their desks. They didn't know what they had. My mind wandered across the room to my own desk, which has been covered in a mountain of stuff for so long that I cannot use the desk, I don't know what's there anymore...oh my. It was time to act.

So, that was "before".

The "during" took much longer than I'd anticipated. There was so much on their desks that it hadn't really occurred to me that there would be stuff in them, too. Each drawer and compartment was full to the brim. Heaps were added to the recycle bin, as I busily (quietly) buried scribbles and torn bits beneath old newspapers so my treachery will not be detected in the morning. I sifted through it all, bit by bit...and beneath the mess, I unearthed gorgeous mountains of treasure, boundless proof of creativity beyond my recognition. I hadn't seen some of these drawings, these colourings, these stories, these creations. They were made and squirrelled and hidden from view in the mass.

And the "after"? I never got to my desk. My heart is so moved by my girls. Each day, they become more and more their own little people. This has been true since they were babies, and it will continue to be true. The big difference now is I won't always see it, unless I look. I need to remember to look every day, to watch every day, to really listen and see them every day.

I always aim to be a mindful parent, but in the daily bustle and busy...I so often fall short. I make it through the manic, and sometimes at the end of the day, I think all I've really minded is the unending to-do list, the clock, and the more urgent-sounding outbursts. I can do better.

I know tomorrow I will regret these lost hours of sleep, but right now, in the middle of the night, I have found treasure that (almost) makes the insomnia worth it.

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Later this morning...

Yet another beautiful thing about the clean desks was the new creativity they inspired. As soon as both girls saw there was space to work, they set right to it.

Balinese dancers and a give-away!

Can you take one more Bali post?

Last one, all right?

The main reason we wanted to get back to Bali was our older girl's yearning to watch the Balinese dancers. The last time we were there, none of us could stay awake beyond sunset. She asked every day to see the dancers at night, and every day we all fell asleep before they took the stage. We didn't make it happen. It saddened her and she brought it up often after we returned home, and I regretted that we hadn't tried. We had this opportunity to return, and we snatched it up! And don't you know, we went to see the dancers the very first (and again on the last) night!

The night was very dark and the spotlights were very bright, so it was hard to take good photos on my little point-and-shoot camera. This night, Wednesday, was the Spirit of the Women dancers at the Water Palace in Ubud. Women play the musical instruments as well as dancing most of the parts. The elaborate dance told a long, intricate story of a princess. These dancers are incredible artists with great skill. Balinese dance may be difficult for a Westerner to understand, but it is really something to watch.

We wish we had been able to see the children perform, but alas, there was no children's performance we could attend during our visit. There were three children in the roles of golden deer in this night's performance, and our girls were very excited to see them.

Might I interest you in a little treat?

I hope you've enjoyed these little peeks into Bali. If you'd like a bit more, I'll pass you along to an expert. I would like to give away a copy of the book "fragrant rice", written by an Australian woman married to a Balinese man and raising their children in the Balinese tradition in Ubud. She and her husband have owned a few highly successful restaurants (in one of which I purchased the book) and operate a highly-regarded cooking school, so the book is peppered with delicious recipes along with her stories. I will happily ship this book anywhere in the world, as a special treat for you before Christmas. Just leave a comment on this post (extra entries for sharing the posts with a friend) and I'll choose a winner on Saturday, when my family will celebrate Thanksgiving. Warmest wishes to you!

Home again

My sweet girls were desperate to wear the traditional dress like the Balinese children on Saraswati Day. On this day, all schoolchildren dress up and make offerings and prayers to the god of education. It was beautiful to watch them embrace at least a part of a culture not their own.

Balinese traditional dress

Visiting Bali during the festival of Galungan is a feast for the eyes. Elaborate offerings adorn every temple, large and small. Beautifully decorated bamboo poles grace the entrance of each family compound. And, of course, the people are wearing traditional ceremonial dress. The men typically wear crisp white, button-down, short-sleeved shirts with sarong and scarf around the waist, and they have a special cloth tied on their heads. The women wear their hair in a ponytail and over the sarong, they wear a lace shirt called the kebaya.

We learned that the central government in Indonesia, which is Muslim (while Bali is mostly Hindu or animist), has declared that the traditional Balinese lace shirts are against sharia law because you can see through them to the women's bodies and undergarments. They are no longer allowed, though people who cannot afford the new fabric shirts can still wear the lace.

This is not the first change to Balinese traditional dress. First, men and women only wore sarongs. Men wore animal motifs, and women wore vine or flower motifs. There was no shame about exposed breasts. All members of the community bathed openly. There was (is) a common belief that multi-gender, multi-generation body is beautiful, and there were no crimes between men and women. The government declared this indecent, and women were required to wrap or cover their breasts with cloth though men were allowed to continue only wearing the sarong. Then, the lace shirts on temple days became the norm, with men and women both required to wear shirts all the time.

While the Balinese may not be happy with these changes being enforced from a far away place whose culture is not their own, they accept that change will come and do not resist it.

Need a minute or five?

If you have littles in your house, you know the value of distraction. Even better is the value of all out absorption in something (anything!) for just five little minutes so you can finishcookingsettingthetableextracttrashfrombaby'smouthblockjuniorfromdrawingonwallgetdinneronthetable or maybe just wind them down a bit before bedtime. For this, I highly recommend the free Sesame Street podcast on iTunes. These are short little video podcasts--a new one each week--centered on one topic, usually a vocabulary word (some greats include habitat, metamorphosis, incognito, octagon, fragile and engineer). They typically feature American television celebrities introducing the word, giving the definition and demonstrating it with one of the Sesame Street characters as well as lots of little skits with some old school characters and kids on the street. We have been watching these podcasts consistently for oh, four years now. My girls love them. Secretly, Hubby and I do too. They are short, sweet and free.

You'll thank me later.

Whimsy for your weekend

This makes me so happy that I get a little teary. I hope you enjoy it even a fraction as much as I do!

Happy Weekend to you!

Making a habit of it

I've been participating in the open month over at habit, and I'm delighting in the ritual. Participating has made me take the time each day to capture small moments on camera and in words. With a single image and 30 words or less, I am required to make just a few minutes each day to pause, reflect and record. A beautiful habit indeed.

This week:

7 November

I woke to the sound of something shattering. A sad accident. Wildness that would not cease...until it did. They colored and sang together, and the day was renewed.

8 November

They say it is the worst allergy season on record. It must be a banner year for Kleenex.

9 November

Too cautious to join in, too enraptured to sit down.

10 November

Not much about this day worked out the way I planned, but it was a good day nonetheless.

11 November

We decided to turn Pupil Free Day into our own personal holiday.

Cirrus altocumular glory

Okay, so I made up the word "altocumular" (from the real cloud formation "altocumulus"--close!), but the clouds were really talking to me today.

I so enjoyed what they had to say.

Even cuter with pockets

Remember the shorts from Sunday's sewing expedition? They have stepped up a notch in the coolness ladder.

When I size-adjusted Cal's pants, I added in some pockets on the side seams right about where his hands will reach. I simply cut out 5"x4" rectangles and rounded the two bottom corners. Of course, pockets were meant for treasures, so...

I think he likes 'em.

Mamas always know

Last night when I did my usual checks on the girls before going up to bed, I paused longer in my big girl's room. We had a powerful heatwave recently that prompted us to change to summer quilts, but cool air has come back at night. I asked Hubby if he thought she would be warm enough. He thought she would. A few minutes later, I asked him if he thought I shouldn't give her a warmer blanket. He said he thought she would be fine.

She was in our room at 3:45am, telling us she was too cold.

Why did I ask twice?

Clearly, somehow, I already knew.

So often, I do this. I know, but I ask, not just Hubby but others as well. I'm not sure why I don't put more faith in my intuition, but perhaps it's time I did.

Manic Monday

A deep yoga stretch unlocked some stored stress, and I began to cry in class just as everyone else seemed to reach a blissful state. When this happens, no thoughts accompany the woe, so I don't know how to turn it off. Embarrassing and day-breaking.

Later, I tried to explain myself on the phone to Hubby through stifled sobs, and he interrupted.

"Who have you been talking to?" he demanded to know.

"Because you've really got your Aussie on!"

And just like that, the cloud lifted.

I have no idea why I'd gone Aussie, but realizing it made me giggle so endlessly that the tension melted and stayed away. Thank goodness, because it was the busiest Monday it could have been. It was full from the moment I woke to the sound of something shattering until the moments I tucked each of my tired but happy little girls into bed. I rolled right through it, rather enjoying my homemade dinner reward of Thai fish and carrot-peanut salad with a lovely glass of Riesling at the end of this very Manic Monday.

Shorts for Cal

Our friend, Big Cal, turned 3 last week. He'll be starting Montessori school on Monday, so new clothes seemed in order! Doggie shorts, lion shorts, and seersucker shorts. I still need to sew on pockets. Kids need pockets...especially so Big Cal can cart around his new doggie, lion, and zebra toys that will be gifted along with the shorts.

In case you are interested in sewing up a pair or two, I once again referred to the fantastic free basic pant pattern/tutorial on MADE. These are elastic waist all around, and I stopped the pattern at the end of the second sheet to make it shorts-length. Easy-peasy. Thanks, Dana!

Knitting with my peeps

The first and third Saturdays of every month are the days I meet with my peeps. Immediately after I learned to knit, I joined a knit/crochet group at the wool shop (Crossways Wool and Fabric in Subi, for you locals). I'm the youngest member of the group by a decade or two (or more). Most of the women there have been knitting since they were 6, and now they are 60+. It's awesome! I learn something every time I go. Sometimes it's about knitting; sometimes it's about life.

These ladies have taught me that clove oil kills mold and makes your bathroom smell fantastic, that bicarb (baking soda) can do many, many wondrous things from cleaning just about everything in your house to slowing a wild heartbeat and easing nervous tension when taken in tiny doses. And I'll never forget the day when one woman announced that her husband was retiring that week, and there was a loud, collective groan around the table: "Oh, noooooooo!" "Does he have a shed? You've got to get him a shed!" "Teach him how to make his own tea so he doesn't drive you so crazy!"

My peeps. I love these women.

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Over a year ago, I purchased my first vintage frock, The Kiss Kiss Bang Bang dress from fabulous Jenny of Frecklewonder. The dress was handmade in who knows what year from the brightest yellow and red fabric you have ever seen! I had to have it altered to compensate for lack of cone bra (as you do). I was too afraid to alter it myself, but I should have. Minor alterations almost cost more than the dress, and they overcompensated in the arms so now it slightly squeezes there. Sigh.

Determined to wear it anyway, I put it on, zipped it up...and the zipper broke. Nooooo!

For a year, it sat, unloved, un-mended...until finally today I put on my big girl panties and decided I, too, can replace a zipper! And, wouldn't ya know, I CAN!

And I did!

My wee sidekick likes it too.

Kiss kiss bang bang! Yes, indeed-y!

Herding cats

All week long, I have been looking after my girlfriend's (awesome) kids after school along with my own. It's been surprisingly easy-going and lots of fun. It has given me a glimpse of the wonderful mayhem of large families. But there are moments--such as when I'm trying to guide four kids of varying ages and attention spans across a busy street to the car in the rain--when I begin to fully grasp the meaning of the expression "like herding cats."

7 billion people

The global population is estimated to have reached 7 billion on Monday. This is astounding, particularly when you consider that it is estimated to have reached 6 billion people only in 1999. That's another billion people in just 12 years! Wow.

Instead of trying to pin down which country is home to the 7 billion human, all babies born on October 31st are being referred to as "a 7 billionth baby". I listen to the BBC Global News podcast, but I'm behind on my days so this afternoon I was listening to the Monday report. Of all places on the planet, the reporter interviewed proud new first-time parents here in Perth, Australia.

Picture a BBC reporter, trying to convey a sense of wonder about this historic moment as well as concern about overpopulation and limited resources while interviewing two hormone-addled, euphoric and overwhelmed first-time parents fresh from the birthing room in an affluent, secure, lightly populated, beautifully scenic city. I found the interview endearing and mildly hilarious.

A few excerpts:

If it's possible to put into words, what's on your mind now?

I'm very tired. Very, very tired because I went into labor. I haven't slept for 48 hours.

What about the whole idea of this being a 7 billionth baby?

Well, I only found out that a couple of days ago, and...yeah, I guess it's, there's a lot of people in the world. Special.

Do you feel positive now about her coming into a world of 7 billion people?

Yeah, I do. I don't think...I think it's just evolution. I feel very positive. I've always said the glass is half-full anyway. You know, you've got to have an opportunity to be a mum.

And Dad, your thoughts on this point?

It's very emotional. And very happy. It's amazing. Yeah, that there's nothing and then it's just there. Yeah.

And your view on her being a 7 billionth person?

I think it's great! It's really brilliant, yeah, it's great! I like being alive and I think it's good that she can be alive and experience life. It's a beautiful world! Yeah, everything's good!

Despite all the global socio-economic and developmental implications, who could say they are wrong?