45 Things …


A few things, 45 to be precise, that you may not know about me, the ‘Kat’ behind this space I call Pipkin Hollow.

  1. i was an accountant
  2. and my alter ego is Jane Goodall.
  3. i have performed on the flying trapeze
  4. and i sing twinkle twinkle little star every day.
  5. i am an introvert
  6. and a thinker.
  7. i read slowly
  8. and chalk that up to reading university texts for five years.
  9. i am an unraveller
  10. and a knitter.
  11. i wear progressive lenses
  12. and my son is my clearest mirror.
  13. i like to read children’s books, just for me
  14. and i could spend days inside Powell’s Books.
  15. i am sensitive to noise
  16. and have unusually large pupils.
  17. i love being a mama
  18. but have had moments when i just wanted to run from it all.
  19. i am finding my way back to me
  20. and am intrigued by Zen Buddhism and Taoism.
  21. i learned that a child can hold bowel movements for a month, over and over again
  22. and  i cried when i heard, ”mummy, i think i’ve solved the poo problem”.
  23. i believe in the healing power of homeopathy and play therapy
  24. and i do not believe in sticker charts.
  25. i believe less is more
  26. and i do not like the word ‘should’.
  27. i have a fear of water
  28. but have gone white water rafting.
  29. i swam with dolphins
  30. and want to cuddle a baby chimpanzee.
  31. i have a thing for red doors
  32. and fancy myself driving a vintage red Volkswagen bug, convertible of course.
  33. i do not like to vacuum
  34. and i have a limited repertoire when it comes to cooking.
  35. i have jumped out of a plane
  36. and want to walk a labyrinth.
  37. i am drawn to a bohemian style
  38. but have not found it for myself, yet.
  39. i need time on my own
  40. and love that my local cafe knows my name, and my drink.
  41. i want to build a straw bale home
  42. and dream of creating a retreat for children and parents.
  43. i believe in the wisdom of a child
  44. and that one person can make a difference.
  45. AND, last but not least, i was born in England 45 years ago today.


Sun with loving light ~ 2/52 ~


[Joining Bella Cirovic at 52 Photos Project - Week 2:  Let the Sunshine In] 

It has been dark and rainy the past few days, so capturing this photograph took a lot of patience and trust.  I waited patiently for the sun to come out.  And trusted that I would capture both sunlight and shadows on this painting, a watercolour created by my son last year during grade one.

(an excerpt from my son’s grade one morning verse)

The Sun with loving light
Makes bright for me each day
~ Rudolf Steiner

Exhaustion.  Pain.  Anxiety.  Despair.  My son and I have had our share of dark days together.  Our journey continues, yet with patience, trust, and love, much love, there has also been healing.  Through it all, the light and the dark,

My son, “with loving light, makes bright for me each day”.



[weekending with Amanda over at the habit of being]

a little walk in the woods, after a goodbye
followed by an ice cream cone, dessert before dinner, rare, but in order for this day

borrowed more, new to my son, Titanic books from the library
who knew that  would even be possible, dozens of Titanic books in recent weeks

my heart melted at the sight of the babies at the local farm, lambs, goats and a calf
stroked the ever so soft fur of the baby goats, heart melted even more

heard a lady say, “Where did you get that sweater? It looks gorgeous on you.”
then realized she was speaking to me

watched the sparkle in my son’s eyes and the bounce in his run
as he rushed to the big red barn
he had just heard the announcement, time to milk Lima the jersey cow

we both had a fit of bedtime reading giggles
I said “slubmarine” instead of “submarine”

his cold is back, a quiet day was in order
did laundry and removed cat fur from the bed linens
a sign that she cuddles close in the night, just how I like it

listened to the sounds of racing, no make that crashing, hot wheels cars
played balloon soccer on the bed, twice

finished knitting my cell phone sleeve, cornflower blue
now I get to feel the ever so soft baby alpaca wool every day

read another magic tree house book, the third one this weekend

and now, for me, an early night


And your weekend?