Simplicity is an elusive thing. I look for it, day after day, in my home, in my town, in my country, in the media, in my friends’ eyes as we discuss life, on Facebook, in the day-to-day rush of teaching, feeding, cleaning up after, and loving on four kids in this home of mine… but simplicity keeps its distance. I talk about living a simple life all the time. I aspire to it. But, night after night, the uncomfortable thought blossoms in my brain that today has been just as complex as any other day of my life.
Sky glowing, connection and light.
Intention begins the magic
and gratitude finishes it.
Molecules ripple in organic accord,
outward and inward and gloriously enthusiastic.
Flowing in wisdom
Lighting up with radiance
Pulling the broken pieces of life together
into one transformational miracle.
Hello all. It’s been a long time since I posted anything on Renaissance Housewife. I’ve just about deserted this blog… and upon opening up the “Add New Post” page, I swear I smelled dust! I promise I haven’t been lazy, though. I’ve been focusing most of my writing efforts at Exit Normal, my new blog, as well as working many, many hours homeschooling the kids. We also took two months (from the end of September 2013 to the end of November 2013) to travel 12,000 miles across our country in our Exit Normal road trip travel trailer.
Belize really, really changed me. From the way I live my days to the things I surround myself with… the people I attract and the activities I engage in… all of these have shifted. I’m transformed. Maybe it wasn’t Belize, per se. Maybe I just happened to be in Belize when I was just ready for my own transformation.
Hello Universe. Good morning on this rainy, gray Erie day. I want to ask your help with something. Well, with everything, really.
Today we celebrate our last child’s birthday. Adelena Sara, named after my mom, was born three years ago today. Sometimes I think my kids’ birthdays are more my celebrations than theirs because these are the dates I’m reminded of the gift of having them in my life.
And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end. — Pico lyer
As we plan for our upcoming departure from Belize, our thoughts turn to life back home. After a six-month break, it will feel strange going back to the United States. Very strange indeed.
As a foreigner in Belize, we feel as if everyone is (potentially) out to get us. Or, at the very least, curious, wondering what we’re doing here. We do get stared at quite a lot. We feel like we stand out since we are very white people in a very brown country. Also, since we don’t know very many people, we don’t know who we can trust. We’re not overly concerned, but we’d be foolish not to consider our personal safety as we and the kids walk around town.
Our six months of living in Belize will come to an end 30 days from today. I sit here thinking inward thoughts and guarding over my number four, who has a stomach virus. It’s always difficult to watch the littlest ones suffer through an illness. At one point, she cried, “Mama, mama,” and my heart melted.
Water rushing with purpose: forceful yet calming. Dragonflies hover above the surface of the Mopan River, flashing their whisper-thin blue wings, and lazy puffs of clouds roll unhurriedly through the blue sky.