I suppose it is because I have a life like a zoo – where all the animals have escaped their cages and are rooming around  getting into mischief – Noah’s ark maybe –  that I have found myself drawn to simplicity.  I like life in the wild.  I enjoy the homeschooling, big family, two cats, two dogs and a baby on the way thing.   But it takes a sturdy frame (fence, ark)  to hold all this in place.  That is one reason I am Catholic and the main reason I keep coming back to the “less stuff” ideal.  Less stuff, more time, more family, more love, more prayer, more faith – that is a solid frame. And it is a survival mechanism.

For a large family thrift, simplicity, frugality, ritual and routine are absolute musts – at least if you want to have a shred of sanity at the end of the day.  At least in my case, and I really don’t think I am special enough to be some great exception in this.  But it took me  a while to realize this as  principal and even longer to figure out that there is this whole political/social movement called Voluntary Simplicity, of course that the Catholic, big family thing means I will always be relegated to a plundering outsider – it is too “Gaia-centric” – large families don’t fit the mold and humanity is often (not always, but often) viewed as a parasite on the beautiful, perfect, natural world.    So ‘a pirating I go: I ready through the simplicity books and websites and grab out what works and pass over the things that I find won’t work for us and basically cobble together some vision of what I would like life to be and then struggle to implement it.


I must be completely crazy

(Ok, now I know that everyone who reads this who knows me in Real Life and my loyal subscribers all just read that and said, “Yeah, I could have told you that a while back.”)  But there it is.  I have a camping trip in a week and a half – the big one – the homeschool trip where our group’s families all get together and live out of the backs of our cars while our children have the best-time-ever.  This trip.

I also have another camping trip the first weekend in August.  Garden stuff to do, painting stuff to do, all sorts of sorting needs to be taken care of and I need to plan for homeschooling next year.  Oh, and we are having a baby, doing at least two clubs, we have a first communicant next year…. whizzzzzz-phewww-smolder (the sound of my brain doing the Sci-Fi does not compute thing)  So, if you have been wondering why I suddenly stopped blogging that is because normal life+pregnancy=overwhelm.


8 ways simplicity could help you survive a zombie outbreak

Ok, so now I have a whole new reason to love the neighborhood yak ” — the Linkbait Generator which gave me the above title.  Glee!   “When the Zombies attack”  or “When the dead walk” have long been favorite stand ins for “when hell freezes over” or “when the ___ hits the fan”.

So, 8 ways simplicity could help you survive a zombie outbreak:

  1. You have an emergency kit.
  2. and you can find it
  3. You don’t have to worry about your  stuff getting in your way while you make a break for it.
  4. You can hold out longer in your boarded up house.
  5. Since you cook you won’t be in restaurants when the zoombies attack.
  6. You won’t be caught in the shopping mall, movie theater, amusement park, when the dead attack.
  7. You won’t be as dependent on fancy gizmos and technology for your day to day life.
  8. You know your friends and neighbor’s better and can catch those tell-tale early signs of zombiefication.

8 ways simplicity could help you survive a zombie outbreak


28 Weeks

We are at 28 weeks – officially third trimester.   Elizabeth moves around and her siblings can feel her “bump and bumble” and get very excited (and rather loud in their glee) when they are the one she is bumping.   The weather has turned beautiful.  Blue skies and warm temperatures – everything in the garden has exploded, including the lawn which now needs mowed, again.

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Wild Horses

There is something about watching a child step into adulthood that leaves you with such powerfully conflicted emotion.  You stand and watch and there is nothing else you can do- just stand and watch.   When your children are small everything is so much easier.  Their wants and needs are so much easier to obtain for them, you can gift them so much, so easily.  But then comes that stumbling foal moment where the thing they want conflicts with what you feel is best for them.  But you can gently guide them back.

Then come stronger impossible things, friendships that break, the times they don’t make the team, the times where a boy breaks their heart.  Over the years their view of you changes; you descend from almost godlike parent who they love with a full-bodied  joy to someone worn and worn out a bit behind the time, at moments wise and at others all to fail-able and human, the point where they see you for what you are.  But you try to hold on and give them the direction you can.   And then one morning you wake up and you child has managed to break away almost completely and you see them running toward their own horizons, awkward but beautiful and free and all you can do is stare and thank God that you have come to the point where you can be a place of safety for them, but you know that anything you offer them has to be accepted on their terms.

This is the point where I am with my oldest.  I watch her go out a little farther almost every day, turning 18, high-school graduation,  job hunting, college hunting.  It hurts to know that I am completely unable to help her with these things.   I count myself lucky that she hasn’t picked up that tendency of some teens to emotionally abuse those closest to them – that teenage cruelty of being kind to everyone except your mom and dad on whom is heaped nothing but contempt as they realize that their parents are really just mortals.  Instead she is rather patent with us as her parents.  But even if she did have that rebellious streak we would still have held on this long, and at this point we would still have to let go.  But then I love watching this.  I love watching her go and there is nothing in the world more satisfying then the times she gets things right.  It is probably the oddest feeling in the world.  Some odd half remembered quote from CS Lewis about how love is taking as much joy and delight the achievements of someone else as you would if they were your own.  With children that becomes a bit muddled because it can feel like their victories are your victories and their failures your failures, but neither is the truth.
It would be unfair to pile my own hopes or ambitions onto her.  She is a vastly different person than I am.  So I sit here and watch her step into her moment of independent youth, beautiful in the sunshine of morning and watch her in love with herself, a body too young to ache, a heart still unburdened with the worries of life and I have to step back and just watch.  I remember that moment of explosive, restless, youthful passion and how much I desperately wanted to just be me – free, alive, young and loved.  And I can look back at my mistakes and regrets and know that I am just as incapable of recapturing that in myself as I am incapable of reliving that time through her.  I had my moment in the sun; this moment is her’s.

I love her and love watching her explode away from me into her own life.  And I turn to my younger children and I know, with the utter certainty that I could never really grasp with her that they too will one day set off on their own.  I am an older and wiser mother than I was with her.  But I know I will make totally new mistakes with each of them.  They will each come to the place where they see me too well, where they know how I have failed them.  And they will take off to their own adventures, wherever God’s will will blow them.  I will stand here and marvel at their beauty and hope that they always remember when they need me I am here waiting, and watching and wild horses couldn’t drag me away from them.