Fingerprints Tree Painting

Fingerprints Tree Painting

Mom and Me Fingerprint Painting

Family Yoga Art

Sharing these adorable photos of the families who joined us for the Family Yoga & Art class last month.  Join us on June 25th for the next Family Yoga & Art class adventure. We will be painting with our whole bodies in canvas!  More info can be found here:  Family Painted Yoga

Can't wait to Paint by Yoga with you and your little ones soon!

DIY Handpainted Envelopes

DIY Handpainted Envelopes

This is a fun project you can do with your kids indoors on a rainy or cold spring day.

As I was finishing the thank you cards for our son's first birthday, I realized I ran out of envelopes.  Instead of packing all the kiddos to drive out in the 40 degree weather just to pick up some, I thought of making our own since we only needed few.

I used an old envelope as a template, cut and glued the sides.  And the fun part began.  Both our toddlers, 1 and 3 year olds had fun painting to their heart's content.  They didn't have to paint all the envelopes, I taught big brother to press other envelopes on the ones he already painted to make prints on the rest.  The result were one of a kind, colorful envelopes.  

The hardest part was making my boys stop.  Make your own too, and have fun!

Today is Valentine

Don't wait another year to show your loved one how special they are to you.  Today, I decided to make it Valentine.  I surprised my husband with my own version of B&B (bed and breakfast) recipe.   A homemade steaming dark chocolate, heart wheat toast and spinach quiche.  

Now, it's your turn.  What will be your recipe for a spontaneous act of love?

Finding Home

'Our Patio'
Watercolor on Paper, 5 x 7 inches. Plein air.

Days like this come to me every once in a while. That nagging feeling of wanting to reconnect back to my roots. When that voice constantly resonates in my head, saying I need to be home. I was up at two in the morning trying to hush the wanderings in my head.

'This is now my home, my family is here', I recited silently. They're both sound asleep, my little one and his daddy. I tiptoed out of the room, careful not to make any noise. The wind was picking up and the trees outside the windows cast graceful shadows inside the house.

The shadows resemble my longing to be home, I can try to ignore it but I know it's there. Perhaps it's just another episode of homesickness. 'Home is where the heart is', they say. Why these longings then? I resolved not to find my answer that morning, I needed sleep.

I fixed myself a cup of tea and walked back in the room. The strong winds outside subsided, everything was calm. Someday, I'll be back again. In that place where I grew up, where the sun always shine, the trees are always green and the winds aren't that strong.

For now, I'm with them. My heart is here. This is now my 'home'. Yes, it's not the one I knew. But it's one I can call my 'own'.