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December 22, 2018
Fat and Festive
It’s late, and I’m late here. I woke a bit too early even for me and, resigned, went back to sleep. I knew it meant I’d wake later than I like for the day, but at least I won’t be ready for bed at supper time. (Or maybe I will. Sometimes I am.) Today, a
Published on December 22, 2018 08:13
December 21, 2018
Now It Is Winter
Winter arrives and, with it, the shortest day of the year—starting tomorrow, it’s downhill toward gardening season. And still, no snow. Butter tarts, a sweet Canadian treat, are happening here today and probably not much else. Winter arrives, waiting continues. Words are few.
Published on December 21, 2018 05:34
December 20, 2018
Cadence
There is a gentle cadence to these darkest days of the year. I would like to linger here for a while. We tend to little projects around home, and take drives in the short afternoons. We set up a Christmas village in anticipation of grandchildren visiting. We wrap gifts and nibble shortbread cookies. I sit in
Published on December 20, 2018 05:19
December 19, 2018
Bibliophilia
Gerry drops me off at the door and goes to fill the car with gas. I flash my card to the Costco gatekeeper and walk In—along with a herd of other people who got here early, hoping to get in and out, before it gets too busy. I head for the books. I always head
Published on December 19, 2018 06:24
December 18, 2018
Waiting
Brown paper packages appear under the non-traditional tree. I sip caramel macchiatos in coffee shops in the afternoon. Gerry spends time in the garage with a table saw. I light three candles: for hope, peace, and joy. It gets starts to get dark at three o’clock. Shortbread calls from the freezer. Canada Post comes through. All
Published on December 18, 2018 06:38
December 17, 2018
Blanket
Words rest gently on my mind as I surface from slumber: a blanket of grace. I consider reaching for my iPad to tap them out—these, and others that have come with them—but I don’t. They’re not especially profound, but these words could be the pier from which I jump into something deeper—or maybe they’re just
Published on December 17, 2018 05:59
December 16, 2018
This Is What It’s Like
. . . the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people. Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One Thunk, thunk, thunk. The rhythmic percussion of the knife on the wooden cutting board is a meditative addition to the quiet Christmas Spotify playlist music coming through the Bose speaker. I’m
Published on December 16, 2018 07:01
December 15, 2018
Funny Things are Everywhere
From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere! Dr. Seuss, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish Oh WordPress, what have you done? I expect that by the time I hit the Publish button I will have figured things out, and all will look the same for the reader; but
Published on December 15, 2018 06:28
December 14, 2018
Five Minute Friday – Still
But the blessings and promises of God . . . emerge from a real-life story that also knows that we live in a broken world and some days are tough. Scot McKnight, The Blue Parakeet: Rethinking How You Read the Bible I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re
Published on December 14, 2018 06:02
December 13, 2018
A Pretty Sweet Thing
No long-term marriage is made easily, and there have been times when I’ve been so angry or so hurt that I thought my love would never recover. And then, in the midst of near despair, something has happened beneath the surface. A bright little flashing fish of hope has flicked silver fins and the water
Published on December 13, 2018 06:14


