good good good

oh, Abby. thank you for this gift: good goods. I can't wait to see these lovelies in person one day:

{ images via: Abby Try Again }

the beginning

I begin any new search by looking at the natural, organic, simplest way of doing things. While looking for a dining room rug for our new home, I did a search that landed us a lovely flor faux-AstroTurf number. With health, I always take the holistic approach first. So, of course it made sense to begin my thoughts about maybe / possibly considering motherhood with a google search of organic pregnancy. It came as no surprise a book has already been written with that title (well, almost). I must say, while I clicked further into this title, The Complete Organic Pregnancy, I did so with a healthy (or more than healthy) amount of green-washing scepticism. However, once I came across an article at Sustainable Table, which seems to be written by the book's two authors, I was sold. My heart / soul / female-self said yes, yes, yes. It's a simple few words that struck a cord, but here they are... in all their fifteen word goodness:

Pregnancy is an opportunity for a woman to reform her life and seek ultimate wellness...

Again, they're simple words. And a simple idea. But for who I am, where I am, at THIS moment in my life, those few words made my heart sing. Guess it's time to get reading...

let it grow

My parents are re-imagining their backyard. The major changes? The 15 year old batting cage is out. A vegetable garden is in. {Delight.} In their design they've included a plot for Nick & me to grow whatever suits our fancy. Given our love of gardening, but current Bungalow-living situation, this comes as a much appreciated gift.


Our current dilemma? What to plant. We're heavily considering the pickles (since it's a Cernoch Family tradition). And, while browsing A Cup of Jo this afternoon I ran across images of canning delight. Doesn't that lovely printed jar just make you want to get pickling?


{Image via Burgon & Ball}

a flower for you...

... and me.




A beautiful bloom in my front yard. The photo taken on a morning where I knew a dear friend was about to wake up to a reality quite different than the day before. I felt like this flower opened fully, that particular morning, just for her...

Today I'm revisiting the flower; giving myself a little needed beauty on this dreary, weary day.

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mini inspiration

I'm already desperate for a camping trip, but this aDORable photo has me over the edge. A matching picnic basket and blanket, are you kidding me? Oh, and please note the Slippy Peanut Butter....

Photo via: Tada Revolution

really, really

I have been feeling a gradual shift over the past year. In the last two months, however, I've absolutely fallen headfirst (or heart-first, rather) into this feeling. The thing is, I really want a child. Like, really really. A few days before my wedding (and consequently honeymoon) one of my blog crushes A Cup of Jo announced she was expecting her own "little honeymoon surprise"... and BOOM. My future was only visible through baby-colored glasses.

I've tried in vain to rationalize & strategize my way out of this overwhelming feeling trying to focus instead on career and/or finances and/or any of the myriad of other aspirations I've had over the years. But, suddenly... nothing else matters. Nothing but this intense desire to have a family with the amazing man I just married.

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A dear friend spent her morning today in the doctor's office undergoing a "female procedure" which, while routine, proved quite trying. And, as she recounted this story we both cried. She, for the trauma of what she'd just undergone and I, for the familiarity of her tale as I relived my many similar visits over the last few years. We talked about how sensitive women's bodies are... how miraculous... and delicate. {This is when it hit me.} What I feel now? This desire? It's one of the most beautiful desires in the world. My body was made for this. Over the past few years, I've undergone three surgeries to mend my female-self. THIS is why. Giving myself the gift of this desire (and not trying to fight it) is one of the greatest gifts I could give.

the five year gestation

A few years ago, while in an acting apprenticeship I took a workshop by some pretty badass folks who basically had us write about ourselves. Just about us. It was the starting point for our art. When it came time to put this collective piece into performance 3 of the 7 pieces were something I'd written (and there were over 20 of us in the workshop). The badass husband of this husband/wife led company pulled me aside and urged me to keep writing. But in my case, he wanted things to stay close to the vest. To my sheltered heart. Write only about what I knew.

I've thought about what he said often. Always felt it's presence top on my "I should" list. And there is so much to write about, honestly. For better or for worse my life is peppered with experiences most people can't even comprehend. I'm often told a story from a-day-in-my-life often sound like the stuff movies are made of. (every time I hear this, by the way, it just makes me feel like an effing loser for not having written the damn thing yet. so please, refrain.)

So, I'm going to give this a try... 5 years and many experiences later. Shit might get serious here. Forgive me.