The Canadian Affect

You may be Canadian if the first warm sunny day of March can totally change your mood, and lift you up out of the doldrums of life.

Yesterday was it! A game changing day. A day were the temperatures soared to +6C, the snow was melting, the sun was shining, the air was fresh.

The pure pleasure of hard work in the sunshine, with just a sweater on left me sore, but satisfied. Sleep was sounder last night, energy is greater today.

Who could of foretold of the impact that one day of warm sunshine could have.

An almost perfect day. Warm, no bugs.

Now to get through the season of ice and puddles.

Today promises to be warmer than yesterday and sunny mostly. It isn’t even supposed to freeze up overnight. Of course I never count on what the weatherman says, they get payed even when they are completely wrong.

I feel like a race horse at the starting line on days like this, our business relies heavily on good weather and we have had a late cold snap recently. So off I go to work hard, to soak up the sweet rays of promise of renewal and growth, and bask in the glory of spring being in the air!

SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL

Like waking up to a clean, fresh, snowfall, with out a track or defect, January 1st makes it’s appearance and humans unite in a new sense of hope and anticipation.

I really tried not to get sucked up into the new year thingy this year, but I can’t seem to help myself.

Ironically, well at first glance anyway, my “theme” last year was ‘restoration’. You would possibly think how in the world would someone have gotten restored in such a “backwards year as 2020”. But I woke up this morning with a sense of such peace. I really think it started yesterday with a conversation with my friend Tammy, were out of my mouth I spoke the words, “I am not going to strive so hard to be noticed. I used to feel invisible, so I would volunteer, work really hard, and still feel overlooked, unappreciated and invisible.” She spoke back her welcomed words of wisdom. And then I declared “I am not going to do this anymore, I am just going to be. No more striving, I am going to open myself, and be who I am created to be.”

Well that’s enough about the past, time to step into today!

This morning while basking in this surprising peace, and praying, my theme for this year came to me, “beauty“.

What is beauty anyway? Where does it come from? Does it have to be that much work or can we simplify it? Has our perception of beauty been tainted in any areas? If so, how do we heal those areas?

I see beauty all around me, but it has taken ‘decades’ to see beauty in myself. It is so easy to taint that beauty by our words and actions.

It may take all year to explore this topic, it is so large. But I know GOD made beautiful things for OUR enjoyment and pleasure. I am very ready to enjoy!

1 Peter 3:3-4 “Do not let my adornment be ‘merely’ outward-arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel- rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God.”

People of God please note the word “merely” in this verse. God did not say hide your external beauty, which sometimes seems to become a thing for faithful women especially. But he did instruct us on our spirit.

A gentle and quiet spirit is also NOT the spirit of a “door mat”, you can still voice opinions and thoughts, and STAND for justice, and mercy in GRACE. Gentle and quiet is a peace, from God, that knows HE is at work making everything work together for the good of those that love HIM.

Who wants to join me this year in rediscovering beauty? Health, fitness, hair, makeup, style, and knowledge of who we are…. beauty around us, beauty within us, beauty shining through us.

I am all in on this journey!

struck me as beautiful

Being Religious!

A few weeks ago I was told that I was not liked because I was “too religious” . I really spent way too much time fighting with these accusations. And trying to wrap my mind around them.

You see in my own mind “being religious” was people who followed a lot of dogma and traditions, were married to a organized religious denomination and followed all of the man made rules. They looked down on anyone that did not believe what they believed or in the very least tried to make others believe their beliefs. And honestly if this IS religious, I don’t want to be this.

I AM FREE! I don’t particularly believe in any traditions, don’t get me wrong some traditions can feel soothing, or up lifting, or comfortable. But because I do religiously take things too deeply to heart and spend far too much time worrying about them handing away my freedom at a great cost to me. I looked up the definition of religious. This was one of the adjectives listed: “(of a belief or practice) forming part of someone’s thought about or worship of a divine being.”he has strong religious convictions” . Wow surprise I am religious after all!

I do believe in a divine creator being. I know that ” I am fearfully and wonderfully made” Psalm 139:14.

I had never considered myself religious, with the exception of a brief time that I jumped onto a “bible thumping rules mode”, before being tamed back to a child of God, loved and treated as such with mercy and grace.

I had considered myself “spiritual” for a long time. I thought this because being spiritual to me was more about the movement of my spirit, as apposed to religious which in my mind had been twisted to be more about the body and how well I could control it to follow rules and traditions.

Being spiritual was to me being lead or directed by the spirit that is given me, not without control but as a willing participant in whatever action. It is a relationship I have with my creator. It is a deep knowledge to a point where it is so deeply known it’s difficult to explain. It’s knowing that there is a God and I matter to him, and because of that love He has for me, I then have surplus to pass on or give to others. It’s about having the ultimate friend to confide in and trust, that will warn you when you are heading into danger and hold you when you fall. It’s about freedom to enjoy life and the living of it. It is about hope and joy and mercy and dreams. It’s about amazement and wonder. Being spiritual is who I am and I can no longer control the fact that I am spiritual I just am. Trying not to be would be like plucking out my own eye, I could not do it.

So am I religious, oh yes thank you, I AM, it is my DNA. I will not apologize for who I AM! Don’t like it you are free also, you are free to walk away.