Crazy Land is on the move!

Big news! We are moving less than one week! Our house has become a giant cardboard box fort. I’ve been slinging my tape guns so much I need a cowboy hat to complete the look. Even the baby is helping out…sort of…  

We are so excited about our new place, which is right in the neighbourhood we were hoping for, only 2 1/2 blocks from our parish! It will be awesome to have another room, and two floors instead of one. For some reason the kids are very excited to have stairs for the first time in our suite!

It wasn’t easy to find, and definitely is an answered prayer…I say this because looking for a new home to rent in the city when you have six kids is kind of like asking if you can bring six large dogs to a wedding…people look at you like you’re crazy and take back the invitation. “There just wouldn’t be room for you all,” they say. 

So many potential landlords turned us down once they heard we had six kids. Sometimes politely, sometimes….not so much. One reluctant realtor for an old small 4 bedroom house, which would likely soon be a tear down anyway, sounded reluctant but said, “They are all yours?! Well, we can’t refuse kids (he didn’t say technically, but it was under his breath), so I guess if you can manage them all…” Needless to say, we decided against the reluctant realtor of the rusty gated shabby house…and the next day, I found our current place: a beautiful newly renovated three bedroom with abundant bathrooms for all our little munchkins. No more pee dances while Daddy is in the shower! 

The lovely thing is that our new landlords are so welcoming, and actually wanted a family to live there! I had prayed for God to give me a really clear sign when I found the right house, so I would know it was the one He had waiting for us. I was asking St. Joseph to pray for us to find a home for our family, as he had to moved the Holy Family several times and knew what this kind of uncertainty was like. Well, guess what my new landlord’s name is? Joe, and he’s a carpenter! God has a good sense of humor.

To top it off, a friend who didn’t even know we needed a new one gave us a beautiful queen size mattress. Our old one was definitely ready for the dump! The kids are using it as a trampoline in the living room until it goes.
I have been missing you all and will give you more updates when I can! I’ve been so busy packing all day for the last few weeks and sending away loads to the thrift store, with the help of very generous friends, who have been helping me dig through my stuff and pair it down. The u-haul is booked for this Saturday, and a bunch of friends from our parish, including our sweet friend Father McDonnell, are coming to help us move our things, while a few others are going to help me set up the essentials at the new house. Hurrah!

Praying with Paint: Transcendent Art

Today my friend and fellow Love Rebel: Reclaiming Motherhood author Melanie Jean Juneau posted some very inspiring and beautiful artwork by artist Ladislav Zaborsk and I wanted to share a few of the pieces with you. The warmth of the colours are amazing! For me, looking at these paintings draws my spirit to prayer. 

   

I also loved the quote she included from him in her moving post:

The substance of my work is the experience of God transferred into my heart (…) Art that seeks truth and beauty is the anticipation of eternity.

Here’s the link to Melanie’s post to read more about her experience of surrendering to the Divine and to see more of Zaborsk ‘s beautiful art work which helped her express these intimate emotions: Joy of 9.

 
 

Loss and Grief

A beautiful, insightful poem about the transformative power of grief by my “blogging buddy” Dennis Ference.

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As a mountain allows
a river to carve through
its rock and granite
to create and reveal
its stunningly beautiful depths,
so we are asked to
allow the blood and tears
of our loss and grief
to carve through our
loves and attachments,
plans and expectations,
to discover in our depths
the mysterious, boundless
Divine Love that transcends all
experience of both gain and loss
and enables, in time,
the healing needed to envision
new perspectives of Life.

© 2016 Dennis Ference

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The Best Party in Town

It was New Year’s Eve. Usually I’d love to have people over and make a big deal of it, but this year, with my not quite two month old under the weather, I was feeling partied out after the Christmas business. So I had a quiet (-ish) day at home with the kids. It can only be so quiet with 6 kids of course!

It was a gorgeous sunny day, so I popped out into the garden and took a few pictures of the frost sparkling in the sunlight. Even nature was decked in her best for the New Year. Here’s what I found:

    

 

As the day wore on, and evening approached, I found myself wishing for something a bit festive, despite my tiredness. My husband, who is an accountant, had to work late that night to prepare the year end financial statements, so I had two options: try to chase the kids into bed early and get a nap in before he got home, or cheer up and have a living room dance party to celebrate New Year’s Eve. 

One spiked eggnog latte for me and several Christmas cookies for everyone later, we chose to dance. We put on some dance tunes, stuck our hair in pony tails on top of our heads, and pretended to be rock stars. As we jumped around laughing and dancing, I couldn’t help grinning at my bright-eyed kids having fun being silly. There was no need for a fancy evening out. Turns out the best party in town was at my house after all. 

  
Happy New Year Everyone! May you be very happy, right where you are today, as you can dance your way to the adventures of tomorrow!