Surprised!!!

Only pic I got because my glasses fogged!

-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.

Small victory, day two

A few simple pleasures

The temperature was bitter today, and my foot and ankle were screaming. I have been feeling muscle fatigue and aches and pains from the after Christmas junk food hangover!

I had been dreaming of a hot, Epsom salt, baking soda, and eucalyptus bubble bath for a week. Of course I never did have one, because my list of tasks were long and important, and “later” hadn’t come. Until now!

I took my time to super heat some water, gather my most comfortable clothing, find a relaxing spa music playlist, get my favourite magazine, a face cloth for cold splashes, a Mason jar of ice cold water to drink, filling the tub to the overflow with tonnes of fragrant bubbles. Then I moved my daughters tree and used the stand as a spot I could comfortably reach my treasures. There, oops, dimmed the lights. Ahhh.

At last the moment when I could step over the side of the bath, and slowly melt into the water, pulling the bubbles up around my chin to smell the refreshing aroma.

I was able to lay there in comfort, feeling the aches slowly dissolve from my body, along with the stress and strain.

For more than an hour, total healing peace as I turned through the magazine I have been longing to enjoy.

My mind absorbed the photos, and stories and quotes. As I turned the luxuriously thick pages, I was transported to whimsical places many miles away, in many different times and situations. Joy stirred in the rekindling of my imagination.

For a time I was away. What beauty is thrust on the world, when a soul decides to let their stories and perspectives flow out through a pen. What treasures await for the soul that picks up the writings and allows themselves to be transported away to joyous, or sad, or exotic places.

As duty started sneaking in to my consciousness, I finished the list I was reading and turned my mind onto a cleansing sugar scrub, and a thorough rinse. Enjoying just a few more minutes of spa life.

Warm fluffy towels then comfy, slouch clothes. Facing the door, to open it would find me back in reality, my children awaiting my return. I was thankful and ready.

Stepping back into my beautiful, colourful life, I felt renewed again. Another victory!

I Am Willing…or am I?

The pleasure of learning

Morning pages and morning affirmations are part of my journey this year, as I work through this creative devotion book.

This morning I was struck, almost dumb founded as I wrote!

I had reread Julia’s affirmations and basic principles as usual, and I started to write out my affirmations for my day, and life.

Like every other morning this week. I looked forward to writing the “I am willing…” statements. I was looking forward to the “feel good” moment that these statements bring. All of a sudden it changed!

I started with “I am willing…” Then I was stuck repeating “I am willing…I am willing.” Nothing more.

The writing voice changed! It was not threatening or condescending but firm and pointed!

“What are you willing to do?”

“Are you willing to let God use you to bless your own health, so you have energy to bless your family, so they are able to pour blessings out on others without distraction. “

“Are you willing, to seek the perfect shot of God’s creation, even though you have to go out into winter to do it? Are you willing to attempt that new art medium you have been dreaming of….to create beautiful meals….or transform your house and yard into the gorgeous artsy home you have been dreaming of? Are you willing to look at the photo of your life right now today and say ‘I am blessed’?

Am I truly willing, or am I begrudgingly going through this life, half-way doing what “needs” to be done, like a child “forced” to do their chores and homework?

How about you? Are you willing?

Pink bubbly wine and colour full family!

Happiness is having people you love!

Happy new year everyone! 2022 is here, and my theme this year is “Colour Fully Alive”!

I am on a mission to see and experience as much colour as I can.

I want to smell, touch, taste, listen and observe colour.

I want to feel colour! I want to discover new colour. I want to absorb colour into my soul and radiate colour.

And I don’t want to be just one colour, I want to be and experience all the brightest, happiest, peaceful colours.

How do you experience colour?

Well I asked my friend to pick up some sparkly wine for to bring in the new year. She chose a pink wine, “because it made me happy”, she said.

My cousin created this colourful delight to feast our eyes and taste buds on.

Mouthwatering beautiful

What about this great red lipstick? It brings my face alive!

I want to live Fully-Coulourfully-Alive this day January 1 2022, because there will never be another day like it.

What colours do you find makes you feel colour-fully-alive? And for curiosity sake why?

Preparing for Christmas

Fred’s birthday

Well now that my son’s birthday is over, I can get down to the business of Christmasing. I can’t get over the fact that my baby boy turned 16 this year. Time goes by too quickly.

Christmas has always been a magical time for me. I love the lights, the trees, the presents, the people, the food and yes even Santa Claus.

The production of such an event takes time and effort. The decorating, the shopping, the preparing, the ribbons and bows. To be honest as fun as it is on Christmas morning, the stress of getting it all right has been a bit much to handle at times. If I am completely honest it still is to an extent.

So today, now that Fred has had a happy birthday, I turn my heart to preparing Christmas. Making my list, checking it twice, hoping to find the gift that’s just right.

I love gifting, I love hospitality. I love preparing Christmas breakfast, an old family tradition. I love the love.

The Love of course is the main focus. The road to the cross, the lowly manger where my savior was born, the revelation that my heavenly Father cares and wants a personal relationship with me, His brutal death in my place on a cross, and His resurrection and promise that He will go ahead to prepare a place for me in heaven.

The Love ❤, the heart of Christmas. How easy it is for it to get swallowed up in the hustle and bustle, the processing of ribbons and bows. Consumed by the crowds and the loud and rush and the stress and the mess.

Today I prepare for Christmas. Making my list. Checking it twice. But one more thing, checking my heart, have I been naughty or nice.

Today I prepare for Christmas, search my heart Lord, turn it fully back to you. Prepare us for the greatest gift us humans ever knew.

May the still peace of Christmas be with you as we prepare this week.

The Lies We Speak

Why do we call things differently then they are?

When did it become the “norm” to say we are fine, when we are not?

Where is our world going to end up, when we cry out “peace, peace” and there is no peace?

Who’s voice are we listening to?

How did we get to a place where we see one thing with our eyes and call it by another name, and it is accepted and applauded?

What will be our end, if we keep on speaking lies?

And Jesus cried out saying, “FATHER FORGIVE THEM, THEY DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING!”

And my heart cries out, “Father forgive us, we no longer know what we are doing!”

Beautiful friends

My young daughter got to see her best friends today. The first time in probably almost a year.

It was amazing to see how ‘pure love’ of childhood friendship can withstand absents and pick up again without missing a beat.

We should take a lesson from our children, and find those friends that have no expectations, just joy at spending time together ❤

Living on the edge of Algonquin Park

Feeling blessed to live so close to the park.

Able to load the kids up, throw on the canoes and go.

Pack a lunch. Grab the fishing poles.

Magnificent, spectacular, memories in the making.

This is truly living!

God is so good!

Taking care of the most important things.

I hit a wall! Everything was piling up. Kids were picking at each other. Tim was exhausted. There was no peace.

I called a time out.

Bought supplies, and Tim and I checked out.

We didn’t get away to our usual place, it was booked up. We found someplace close to home.

Would like to say we came home relaxed, refreshed, with a fully restructured plan and the umph to get moving on it. We didn’t.

We did have a break from the grind. Maybe it will help everything be more manageable.

Sweet thing about staying closer to home. We were able to get home in time to take the kids fishing.

Fred caught a bullfrog

Fred caught a bullfrog. Thought for a bit that the frog was going to have him head first in the lake, but he persevered.

Maggy’s bass

Maggy is turning into quite the fishin’ girl. This is her biggest catch of the day. One of six this gal pulled in.

Fred going out on a limb (trunk) for Mags

Fred was an awesome big brother and managed to climb out and unhook Maggy’s line. It was close a couple times of him going swimming.

I remembered I had forgotten my salt shaker, again, when I found my feet covered in leeches. Asked for hip waders for my anniversary, lol.

When it was time to hike out the sun came close to say good night. Looked like I could have reached out and picked it up out of the water.

Good night sun

What a wonderful renewing weekend! Tonight I will rest, and tomorrow, it’s not here yet, so for now rest.