Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Thinking back on my last birthday and I’m reminded of a post I found through someone (Meadowlark?) about “there’s always a day before”.
And each day seemed like any other day. Little did we know when we laid down to sleep each night that the next day our lives would be changed forever, just a little bit more. And that at the end of the year I would look back and see that we have been unmeasurably and undeservedly blessed. Never once--in all this long year--have I doubted that we were cared for, loved and looked after.
Friday, December 24, 2010
My childhood Christmases were spent in warmth...the southern hemisphere is funny that way. I discovered this rather sweet song last year and I wanted to share it again...even if it does make me a little homesick. Odd that. Since I'll be spending Christmas day with my family...parents, sister, niece, nephews all included. But I miss the warm Christmas days.
Slight disclaimer...if you've never heard Tim Minchin before, he's a delightful comic but he can be fairly rough in language. Whatever. He's Australian...what can I say?
Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
A childhood friend of mine relayed a conversation she and her daughters had one morning regarding the origin of the Christmas tree. She was curious to find out other's perceptions on the tradition and if we put one up for ourselves. This was my answer...
For a number of years after leaving home I didn't put up a tree-it just didn't happen for various reasons. I remember when I researched how the tradition started and I thought that maybe I should do away with a tree all together but then, just like so many things we do now, the original meaning and purpose (in the case of the tree--bringing in an evergreen to ward off evil spirits) has been so watered down to be rendered non-existent.
I talk to my children about where certain ones came from...tiny glazed pots from a trip their dad and I took to Portugal, hand painted wooden ones their Kokoo painted while waiting for me to be born, teddy bears I painted the Christmas we were in the States away from our belongings, there's one that looks just like our Sebastian Cat that we lost this year...
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
"I do know that when they are older and telling their own children about their grandmother, they will be able to say that she stood in the storm and when the wind did not blow her way--and it surely has not--she adjusted her sails."
As a mother, I can honestly say that this is one of my greatest desires for my own children...I can only pray to be as strong and gracious in the face of adversity and death.