
Cold but beautiful

A journey of discovery to reclaim the life God designed for you and me…

I find as I get older, I am delighted by simple things. Bundling up against the cold and hanging out around a bonfire in January chatting with old friends and new. Blessings truly surround us.
Today was a low key day. Not a lot going on.
School work with the kids. Snuggles and a movie. Dragged myself to the kitchen to throw together supper. Listened to my husband follow the convoy across Canada with giddy delight.
My mind has lots to say, if I were to mine it out. Today though is just a low key day.
My love of writing must be becoming a habit. I started to write last night, got interrupted and failed to get back to it. All night long my dreams were filled with the regret of a failure.

I look out my window and see glittering diamonds, sparkling back at me from the sunshine and snow.
My favourite herb garden laying asleep under a blanket of snow. Lying in wait for warm temperatures to grow.
And I dream and I plan with giddy delight, of flowers, and flavors, of spicy delights.
I long for the days of sunshine, and heat, and feeling the dirt squish under my feet.
My first orders of seeds await on my desk. Pencil and paper and calendar, to plan for the very best.
Maybe this year will be the one I see in my head. Not a weed in the garden, packed full of beauty and bounty instead.
But back to reality on this cold winter day, it is fun to let my imagination out to play.

-21°C with a -31 wind chill, who in their right mind goes out in this weather!
I bundled myself up, layer by layer. Thinking with every item I put on there must be an easier way, space material or something. Maybe I could test out extreme winter clothing, find a sponsor, to 0pgive me motivation? But for the moment layer by layer I continued.
As I am sure I have told you before; I am Canadian (that’s what my mom told me anyway), but I hate the cold! Which is why there is always a little doubt about my nationality lol.
I could have asked someone to drive me down to the corner, or Doug probably would have drove my van up and I could have returned him. No I need to move my body. My life depends on it!
Out the door I went, pausing to snap a photo, saying a tiny prayer that I would not get frost bite on my cheeks.
I could hear the wind through the pines. It was loud enough to leave me questioning whether it really was wind or a vehicle, it sounds so similar to a car. A quick glance back assured me of my safety. On I trod.
Sharon’s wind chimes clanged loudly as the wind tried to intimidate me with it’s fierceness. When I got around the corner into the sun I was immediately thankful the wind was to my back. The threats were empty, my layers prevailed. The sun beat onto my face and black coat, I was actually hot!
I could not see through my fogged up glasses to enjoy the sights or snap a photo. The joy of the heat of the sun warming from the outside in, while the wind was stopped by the layers upon layers of clothing is my reward today.
That and the fact I have one more kilometer under my belt. A kilometer closer to my fitness/health goal. A kilometer closer to ‘living my best life’. And hey my foot is not bothering me too much today.
The van is fixed. I will have to find a new motivator to thrust me outside into the cold clean air. For now I will sip my tea, and dream of sunny, warm, spring days.
Twice in one week the van is visiting the neighbour’s, giving me opportunity to exercise and enjoy the sky and the way the fresh fallen snow clung to the branches.
The warmer winter temperatures were a pleasant treat. How I wish the warm weather would last.
We happened to meet other neighbors along the way home. Happy to catch up and see them doing so well.
The heavens seemed to be dancing with the steeple of the church. Unfortunately the speed of my walk on the unaccomidating footing and the power lines stole my best shots.
Loved having Maggy to watch out for traffic as her crazy momma tried to find the angle for the best shot.
I wonder what the route will have in store for me tomorrow, when I make my way back down to retrieve my van. I am actually looking forward to the simple adventure, and dreaming of other adventures to follow.





The day after the first big snow storm of the winter. It is very cold, but beautifully bright.
I had to drop my van at the neighbour’s to get some work done on it. I took the chance to get my exercise on the way home.
It is only about a kilometer but in the open areas the wind was bitter on my face, and my blue jeans offered little protection from the freezing temperatures.
I paused to capture some interesting shadows, and shapes that intriqued me, no conscious reason why.
Home by the fire, sipping hot tea. Happy to have filled my lungs with the clean crisp air, happier to absorb the heat back into my bones. Life is good!












Once upon a time I had it all together. Lol who am I kidding.
Funny thing about being busy, it is way too easy to forget what I did just a moment before.
Enter the dream of a checklist, again.
Yes again, because I used to have a really good checklist that when I followed it everything would go just “tickity-boo”, yes smoothly.
I wouldn’t forget 2 minutes after taking my vitamin if I took it because I would check it off as I went along.
The problem with stopping using such an awesome and easy tool for someone like me, is that I put it somewhere and now that I am getting back on track and want it, I can’t remember where I put it.
Then of course my overthinking mind wonders how important the original is when it has to be revised. …But the majority of it would be the same, so I wouldn’t have to think so much.
And around I go again!
I must say I do make new year resolutions, but I also believe in challenging myself throughout the year also. Making a new checklist is something on my shortlist to do, in fact it is a resolution.
I figure if I just focus for a moment it could be a really fun art project to.
