Monday, 22 December 2014

A White Christmas




The view from the living room of my in-laws house was breathtaking this morning. A deep frost had set in overnight, creating a winter wonderland across the lake. Too breathtaking to not take photos, and as luck had it, my brother-in-law just happens to be a photography student. 

He was already on the back deck, snapping photos of the frost-tipped trees. I joined him and out came the others, making for an impromptu family photo shoot... just missing the one who was off skiing for the day.

Saturday, 20 December 2014

That's What Christmas Means to Me, My Love



“That’s what Christmas means to me, my love”

As I drive along with the radio on an all Christmas station, the singer lists out the things that he credits as defining the meaning of Christmas – snow, candles, mistletoe – as he belts out “all these things and more” with a choir singing along in the background.

The catchy little Christmas song is one of many ringing out in cars, malls, and grocery stores during this time of year. It brings energy, spreads excitement, and is easy to dance to. But when you actually tune into the lyrics it seems to only hit the surface.

This is what Christmas means. This is what the holidays have in store. This is what it is all about.

And as I find myself less than a week away from Christmas, the things that I have been thinking about, talking about, and obsessing over seem to point to me agreeing with the singer.

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Sweet, Salty, Oh-So-Good Caramel Corn


With a sink full of dishes, countertops with sticky syrup dripped across them, and aching feet from moving across the kitchen for most of the afternoon, I had finally accomplished my goal for the day: three appetizers, three dozen cookies, and nine jars decorated and filled with caramel corn.

Whew.

After debating and researching what homemade gift I would attempt to make for some friends, I settled on sweet, delicious, crunchy, and oh so bad for you caramel corn. A little DIY project for myself on a mid-week afternoon.

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Just Breathe

“Waiting is an art that our impatient age has forgotten. It wants to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot. But all too often the greedy eyes are only deceived; the fruit that seemed so precious is still green on the inside, and disrespected hands ungratefully toss aside what has so disappointed them.”

Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Busy.

This is the word that I often use to describe my life. People ask how my week has been or how the next one is looking and the response that seems to leave my lips time and time again is this simple four letter word.
Busy with school, busy with work, busy with church. Busy with shopping, busy with friends, busy with life.

Making plans, changing plans. Booking, cancelling, re-booking. Checking my schedule, asking for time off, driving, working. Busy.

And in the busyness, the last thing I want to do is wait.