olm

A couple of thoughts about this space.
And that is how I think of it... as an entity. Not an afterthought, but also a part of our lives. OLM is our story, but it's also a part of our story.
And it's a personal interest of mine.

In the very beginning of olm (I always call it o.l.m. in my head) I recognized that I couldn't bear to have my children grow up while I wasn't looking.
And I had a desire to provide them with a childhood full of magic.
The intention to bring special and extraordinary into our everyday days was born. To transform "special" and occasional Life Magic into "ordinary" and every day Life Magic.

Somewhere along the way (mayhaps because others supposed this had always been the intent) it evolved to "ordinary life" magic. Which is fine, too. The meaning of the word "appreciate" means "to make greater than", and certainly I am romantic enough to know that appreciating one's life brings one much joy. If I'm the only one that views our life as 'special', that's okay by me. 'Tis as it should be. Every one's life should be 'special' to one's Self.

Always in these writings I have aimed for recognition of the magic. The growing, the celebrating, the funnies, the love, the realizations, the rites of passage... the Every Moment.

There is no way to capture everything.
I have no way of knowing if my child learns more (long-lasting) from rolling a car around while lying across the kitchen floor, watching a cartoon, tromping in the woods with a stick in hand, or a casual conversation.
It's impossible for me to judge and grade each experience in our days for substance and effect.
Nor do I wish to.

But here we are with a collection of stories. And intentions. And pictures of living and growing.
Some days life is explored with our hands. Some days with our feet. Some days our thoughts and questions are best expressed by our individual spirits. And some days our hearts alone lead the way.
Some writings are just pictures of moments.
Some days we give ideas.
And some days the story is mumbled and grunted.

The style and tone of our stories are different everyday, just as the happenings themselves are.
We don't hold up our days as complaints or exemplary models, and we don't mean to impress or imply.

These are tales of What Is, as best this Mama can do the telling.
Subject to contemplation by the one's living the stories, and the ones reading the tales.

They're just our Stories.