Transformation of Teeth and Trees

What was once flat along the sidewalk. Luckily the tree fell into the street and not onto a house.

During Irene, our East Coast hurricane, we listened in our house to the sound of trees breaking and falling. The first time I heard it I thought the sound was of rolling thunder across the sky. I looked out to see the tree in the little park in front of my house fallen. Over the next few minutes more cracks and falls and breaks, littering the streets only feet away from us with trees.

My superman with his 6 year old toothless grin.

Trees fell, teeth were lost just as power was regained and the energy shift in the air after the storm was intense.

During the storm I was fighting back the feeling of utter annoyance. I have mentioned before that I live in a teeny tiny house, and those walls felt even smaller with unpacked suitcases and a room that was completely taken apart for painting. You know those times when you just want to pick a fight to get that weird energy dispersed? Patrick will let you know I accomplished my goal.

The day after the storm the transformation of earth, energy and sky could be felt in my body. Others commented on the same feeling of having been through a transformation and what was opened none of us quite sure. We were certain that it was positive.

Watching the logs picked up all day by about 8 different trucks I whispered gratitude that we were all safe. I felt the sensation that comes over me when I previously have melted down and felt despair and loss. It hurts inside when you hear and see trees fall. It is conflicting to like the feeling of the wild wind and know that it brings destruction.

It is glorious to stand in the sun after the witness of our magical mysterious universe and feel the transformation.

Why my son eating casava chips off the floor led me to purchase a huge piece of plastic and O magazine

I love natural. The beautiful wooden sandbox full of shells and rocks from the beach is how I like it. Wooden tree houses for the kid's little animals and fairy blocks fill the baskets in the living room. My goldfish swim in a bowl of natural rocks and live plants. I use no VOC paint. I eat organic food. I wear mineral make-up.

My boys have energy to the point of driving me a bit mad. The lounging out in the backyard with my kombucha is met with kicks and jumps and shouts and sticks everywhere. My daughter used to play quietly, with sand and rocks in the sandbox. She would use flowers and dirt to turn into stew in a big bowl of water all summer long. The boys make outside stew and then want to catapult it into the neighbors yard and then scale the fence to watch it.

This morning Lucas was eating casava chips off the dining room floor. Chips that I had not cleaned up since, let's say yesterday. He's had a double ear infection and I've been visited by a bladder spasms, so sweeping just hasn't been on the radar. (For the record, when I asked Lucas why he was eating the chips off the floor, he said, because they are so good mama!)

And yes, I have a little bit of work to do! I have a lot to do. I would also like to sweep at some point.

I put Lucas in the car and we drove to Target. I purchased a large piece of plastic for my natural backyard. Out of character? Perhaps. Adapting to our situation? Oh yeah. As I was paying I grabbed an O magazine because if they are getting plastic, I'm getting Oprah, it balances the playing field.

I imagine an afternoon of basketball, screams, snacks outside, some magazine flipping, a clean kitchen and dinner made by 5:00pm. Eli will ask me over and over "who really bought this mama?"

Oh, and I asked the babysitter to come tomorrow, I've got some work to do.

Thank you plastic, I've paid my natural dues.