try this : prenatal class

Birth Prepardness - 3Prior to becoming pregnant, and when I was still working at the public library, I had always planned on taking a prenatal course. Twice a year the multiple branches would partner with the Prairie Birth Collective group and offer these classes for a period of six weeks. For four years I would watch expecting couples quietly come in, find the meeting room, disappear for a few hours, and eventually emerge looking happy and hopeful. Although we had not yet planned on having children, I thought that it looked like such a nice ritual, all the while being incredibly educational for first-time parents. It was then that I had decided  that one day, we would attend these classes as well.

Birth Prepardness Course-6I ended up getting pregnant less than one month after leaving my position at the library. Five months later, I was back on a weekly basis taking the Birth Prepardness Class with my husband. By then, everyone was well aware that we were expecting, not only because I would visit the branches a few times a week, but also because gossip there spreads like wildfire. Yet, I didn’t mind in the slightest. I adored each staff member that I had ever worked with.

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We began the classes when I was 23 weeks pregnant, and they went into week 28. What I didn’t foresee was gaining the vast amount of knowledge that I did. My sister jokes that I didn’t know that I had a placenta prior to taking the course. That’s not entirely true. I knew that pregnant women have one (since she encapsulates and consumes hers), I just didn’t know what it did or what it looked like. I ended up Googling it one day, which is something that I still regret doing. Luckily, we only had to look at a stuffed fabric placenta in the class!

IMG_0002Placentas aside, I now feel so much more comfortable in being pregnant, knowing what to expect prior to and during birth, and having a rough guide on breastfeeding afterwards. I am also having one of the teachers, who is a doula and birth photographer, photograph the birth (given that most of my family has recently moved away). My sister is going to be in the delivery room as well. These are all big changes. Prior to taking the class, I wanted multiple drugs, a C-section, and only my husband to be present. Now that I am informed, I want a natural birth with no drugs or intervention, and my husband, sister, and doula to assist me. I am also planning on encapsulating my placenta as well! I just won’t look at it until it comes back in pill form. ;-)))

I strongly believe that everyone should take a prenatal class. Especially so if it is through the library. However, I am biased on that last point.

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Emory

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spring succulents

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpgIMG_3.jpg IMG_4.jpgIMG_5.jpg IMG_7.jpgIMG_8.jpgIMG_6.jpg IMG_9.jpgEarlier last month I went on a succulent shopping spree. Having killed the majority of my plants over the past year, I feel as if I now have a firm grasp on what not to do when trying to grow succulents. With some extra help from a few friendly workers at Home Depot, and this wonderful article from Kinfolk Magazine, I am feeling effervescent (my word of the day). Lookout, Spring, here I come.

“Often by April the snow has melted, to return to the prairie, one hopes, only for brief periods. It is a season of muted colour that holds a special beauty.”

Emory

The above quote comes from Courtney Milne, Prairie Light

kinfolk

Screen Shot 2014-02-23 at 11.14.23 PMKinfolk_Scent-Of-Salted-Air_v2-10-15-11_04_galleryMarch is a month of new beginnings for me. As of yesterday, I have officially began a new position at work, and I could not be more excited. Although I sort of fell into my job within the library, what being there has taught me, coupled with a sense of accomplishment in that I am actually putting my degree to use, has been invaluable. For the first time in awhile I feel as if I am finally standing on my own two feet. I feel mentally, physically, and financially secure. Although I loathe bragging, I do feel proud about how my hard work and my dedication with life, love, and my career have all paid off. Rather than brushing over this newest accomplishment, I am going to acknowledge it!

This month, I plan to reveal two magazine-related surprises to you. The first is that I have come across and have recently subscribed to the most beautiful and inspiring magazine. From its insanely rich, grainy, and unique photography, to the simplicity yet complexity of the articles, Kinfolk Magazine is, in my mind, the coolest kid on the block. It blows all other magazines like it out of the water. It is untouchable. I now have an overwhelming sense of motivation, and I cannot wait to let my creativity unfold on HSB. I hope that you will continue to stick around so that we can go on this rejuvenation together.

Emory

The above photo was taken by Michael Graydon, Kinfolk Magazine

prairie light (part 2)

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpg IMG_4.jpgIMG_5.jpg IMG_6.jpgIMG_7.jpg IMG_8.jpgIMG_9.jpg IMG_10.jpgIMG_11.jpg IMG_12.jpgIMG_13.jpg IMG_14.jpg“The prairie is not the kind of place that reaches out and plucks at your romantic heart strings, as do the Rocky Mountains or the sea. The prairie is quiet, gentle, and unassuming, with only fleeting moments of passion and drama. But its dominant moodiness makes the times of vibrant colour all the more exquisite! Now I am amused by people who tell me they find the prairie drab and colourless. Granted the prairie can look monotonous if all you do is drive through it at a hundred kilometres an hour. You need to spend time on the prairie to appreciate the many facets of its personality. Even then, you must take time to look and experience its subtle shifts in temperament. Dull, overcast days offer the best conditions to observe the landscape close-up, yet these are the very occasions when we are least likely to give this land its due. When the tones are even, devoid of bright highlights, or distracting shadows, we can better appreciate the subtle nuances of colour. 

“The prairie is a land of extremes, an immense land that touches all who inhabit it. Neither city nor town offers sanctuary from nature’s dominion. Prairie skies put human architecture in its place; prairie storms recognize no boundaries …

“The immensity of the prairie can overwhelm with a sense of man’s insignificance or offer a profound sense of contentment and peace or exhilarate with a vision of nature’s potency and a grander scheme of things. Whatever the response the prairie will not be ignored … “

– Courtney Milne, Prairie Light

prairie light (part 1)

PHOTO_1.jpg PHOTO_2.jpg PHOTO_4.jpgI recently came across Prairie Light while I was at work. To my good fortune, the branch that I was at was withdrawing this book from their collection. One of the perks of working within a library is that you get first dibs on every item that is chosen to become a donation to the Friends of the Library Shop. As soon as I held Prairie Light in my arms, I knew that I was about to become inspired by many blog posts to come. I only had to read the introduction to the book to discover that all of my own feelings that I have ever possessed towards the prairies were laid out on the pages with such eloquence and grace. I felt as if this book described prairie life in a way that I never could, and yet, had given me clues as to how I will feel towards it in the not so distant future. For those of you who were ever curious about the Canadian prairies, here is the first of a two part photography adventure, with excerpts from Courtney Milne, the talent behind my latest and motivating find. 

PHOTO_7.jpgPHOTO_6.jpgPHOTO_8.jpg PHOTO_11.jpgPHOTO_10.jpg PHOTO_12.jpgPHOTO_13.jpg PHOTO_14.jpgPHOTO_15.jpg“The prairie landscape is, for me, a visual feast that continues to bring joy as well as scope for expression. But it was not always that way. As a child I loathed the harsh winters, but gained healthy respect for the elements. It was on my daily treks to school that I learned to judge how far I could go without freezing my flesh.

“My only childhood memory of vivid prairie colour is watching sunsets. I remember the deep crimson that would linger long after sundown. Yet even the sunset was tainted with the unhappy acknowledgement that I had to go in and get my homework finished.

“I remained on the prairie until I finished university. My first move thereafter was to the land of my childhood dreams, California. It was only then that I realized just how special were the prairie sunsets. My evenings felt lonely and incomplete when the sun dropped out of sight and the sky turned black. The darkness, the continual traffic noise, and the police sirens were poor substitutes for the evening light of home.

“When I returned to the prairie the landscape looked more attractive to me than I remembered. I welcomed the wide open spaces and the sense of freedom endorsed by the infinite prairie skies. I liked the unpredictability and the excitement of the storms. I felt drawn by the vibrancy and sensuality of the prairie colour, and to the distinctiveness of the seasons. No more struggle to remember what month it was; I had only to glance out the window and see the date written on the land or in the trees, or announced by the song of the meadowlark. Prairie light seemed to range across the complete spectrum of human emotion. Identifying with its variety of moods enlarged and enriched my vision.”

– Courtney Milne, Prairie Light

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