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Sunday Morning Stillness

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Winter Time
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.

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Simple Saturday

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"Joy is the simplest form of gratitude."                                                                       ~ Karl Barth~
A cold Saturday morning, one where White Winged Doves sit on frozen bird baths waiting for feed to be scattered to the ground by all the birds that visit the feeders.  A cold house until the fire roars in the stove, burning bright and warm for us.   A perfect morning to make breakfast on the stove, keeping warm while the food cooks.  Hot cocoa with whipped cream out of a can, to the delight of a 5 year old !  Small hands holding a new camera just for her.  She is following my love for capturing a moment in time, to savor over and over through time.   Memories being made, treasured for all time.   Simple gifts of togetherness and joy is the gratitude.

Afternoon

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Gentle music plays, a wee girl sleeps after story time on Grammies soft sofa, surrounded by flannel quilt and feather pillows.  Cooper reflections of flame dance on the floor by the stove, while birds outside the window entertain me.  I attempted to read for a while, starting my annual winter reading of "The Long Winter", but the birds kept my eyes turned on them rather than the pages of my book.  An old edition, lovingly given to me by my eldest, she knows of my love of this story and how it transports me back in time every winter.  She knew an old edition would suit this yearly event perfectly, and it does.  I wonder about the previous hands that held this volume of strength and fortitude.  I wonder if they could relate to the seemingly unending cold of that winter so long ago.  My coffee has grown cold, I forgot about it.  Caught up in the perfect moment of this day.  
A stack of Kim Lewis books lay on the table, nest to a sleeping child, loved now for a second generation …

Morning Ramble

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Little hands joyfully bring me handfuls of sticks and small kindling along with prickly pine cones to help start the morning fire in the stove.  My loving husband, so gentle, yet so strong, brings in armloads of wood. A cozy fire will chase away the dampness of this morning.  No sunshine today, just winter gray, very much the color of the Shetland wool I am spinning.   We light a candle in the window, golden glow against the drab of this winter morning.  Mei-Ling asks if I made the candle and thus begins a conversation about the wax made by bees and how I melt it for making candles.   We sit before the fire together, watching the smoke from the chimney, through the window, curling upwards and then dashing down to the low branches in the tree when the wind pushes it down.  It feels like a perfect moment in time.  I decide today that this little visitor needs some warm wool socks for when she visits.  The bare floors are cold in winter. Another project for the needles.  Breakfast needs …

Joy in The Simple

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A child's voice in play.  The sound of imagination is precious beyond words.  A tea party with princesses, an owl and some gnomes.  I could sit and listen for hours.  The scent of pine from the Christmas tree lingers in the room, mixing in with the smell of wood smoke and hot cocoa.  Out the window, just inches from me, birds feed at the feeders.  Windows sparkling clean to enhance my view and window screens removed for the winter so I can take pictures of the birds at the feeder.  Wool socks keep my feet toasty warm.  Its good to make your own socks, you can make them just the way you like them.  Despite the early hour, its been a full and wonderful day.  Pancakes in the shape of houses and trees, eggs scrambled that little hands gathered from the nest yesterday.  The joy of having a grandchild, so precious, wake up in the room next to ours.  Christmas break, time to stay with Grammie and Grandpa for a couple days so we can play and laugh and learn together that the greatest gift…

Non Violent Jesus, The Giving Jesus, The Compassionate Jesus

As I read so much about gun control, health care etc and hear so many using religion for a reason to be armed, or judgemental.   I think about the Jesus I read of, the Jesus that spoke all these words and I just do not understand how His philosophy on non violence can be so disregarded, or his compassion for those that are just not the kind of person we would invite home for dinner.   I have never once read where Jesus said, "arm yourselves".   I have never once read, where Jesus suggests we give only to the deserving or only to those that follow our guidelines.  He just said, "give to the poor", I bet he included the unlovable in there, the abusers, the people so wounded emotionally that they just fail to fit our accepted molds for a good citizen. 
Jesus said, "Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account." Matthew 5.11 Jesus said, "You have learnt how it was said to our ancesto…

Demand A Plan to End Gun Violence

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Winter Has Arrived

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Christmas morning we woke to thunder and lightening, but by late afternoon the north wind began to howl and the temperatures dropped.  By late afternoon when Emery and I went for a little Christmas hike, it was in the low 20's F with a wind chill of 10 F ( -12 C )   We received a sprinkling of snow but just north of us they had a few inches.  There has been snow around Christmas day several times for this area but Christmas day, that is more rare.   The only record I saw for Christmas day snow was in 1841, when it was written that some soldiers were tracking a bear in 6 inches of snow in the area that is now Dallas.   The children were all thrilled to see so much snow when they went to see their grandmother and aunts and uncles in the city.
I settled for what little dusting we had.   Doing chores this morning reminded me of my childhood, cold that gets right down to the bone.   It was 19 this morning with a bitter north wind that made me very grateful for my down jacket and warm ha…

Merry Christmas

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May your Christmas be blessed by the gifts of the heart, love, peace and joy.  May your day be filled with laughter and the things money cannot buy, but are priceless and irreplaceable.  May each of us today, commit to live our lives reflecting the message of peace that came so long ago on this day.  
Merry Christmas !

Bûche de Noël

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Its never too early to learn to bake.  My own daughters were by my side in the kitchen from the time they were 2 and the same now with my grand-daughter Mei-Ling.  Although my own daughters enjoyed helping me in the kitchen, for Mei-Ling its more than fun, its a passion.  She LOVES to bake and cook.  Learning today how to carefully fold the beaten egg whites into the beaten yolk mixture and carefully roll the Bûche de Noël.   While she was mixing the egg whites into the yolks so gently, she said, "Grammie, this is going to be like eating a cloud" and when we finished rolling the cake up into the towel, she said, with all the seriousness and passion of Julia Child, "This is going to be delectable !"   What fun for me to have such a delightful helper in the kitchen.   Before we started cooking and I explained what a Bûche de Noël is, she wanted to go to the wood pile and pick out a log to use for an example.  She is one serious baker.

Winter Walk

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The sky streaked with clouds, some appearing like streaks of smeared paint, others, like the scales of a fish, which always reminds me of my grandmother telling me about Mackerel sky at sunset, foretelling of a change in weather.  Her sea fearing family members always keenly aware of what the skies were telling them on the Bay of Fundy where she was raised.  I love clouds, the way they move and change shape in the upper winds.  The way they remind me of pieces of wool stuck to fencing.  Walking in winter around our place is like a story book with the pages being turned with each step.  Grass, pale gold bending in the wind, leafless branches shaking in the cold.  Mistletoe, in bloom, hung in the trees as if they were put there for decoration.  So much to see, so much to soak in, so much to admire and marvel at.