Why, Seasons and Stories? December 25, 2017. I wanted to remember the feelings and songs that echoed the tender and sorrowful places in my heart. I wanted to come back and read here that on Christmas of 2017, the Christmas that would be ushering in the endings of old things and beginnings of new ones, that my heart sounded like these songs. Something about December - Christina Perri. White Christmas - Kenny G.

What legacy are you leaving? For me, the Gospel. Life is romance, life is tragic and suffering is inevitable. You may not have lost someone but you might have lost a career, a friendship, family, business or finance so you understand the feeling of suffering. Does he ever think about you? So then the temptation is to ask who am I? Am I anything or anyone? I am a mother and a grandmother but there is still that age old issue of I want to be someone else. Why do I do that? Psalm 23 reminds me.

As I write today I am curious about why it is that two days in a row the prompt from the book on friendship I am reading daily led me to write about my girls. Katys strength is breathtaking to me. It shows up in her strong and grounded sense of who she is and what is her truth. Heres to my brave, strong girl.

Some of the best things begin in the dark. The whites of my eyes? My cravings have decreased quite a bit.

tentatively exploring the Creator who intelligently and divinely grants her the dignity of free will while laying out a plan for every breath of her life before she was a heartbeat in a living womb. Friday, August 7, 2015. The weeping hydrangea near the front porch flourishes. Cobwebs linger, gluttony and greed. I am a foreigner in an unfamiliar land. Friday, June 12, 2015. Rescue me from the dungeon of my iniquity.

Sharing the joy of handmade creations. Are you a great cook who loves spending hours in the kitchen, whipping up gourmet meals? Sad to say this is not me. I am one of those people who are challenged by the Kitchen and cooking. My Mum has always been a fantastic cook and I got excellent marks in High School for domestic Science. Somewhere over the years, I managed to lose both my talent and confidence in the kitchen. The exhaustion of having 3 babies and making all of their food.

The honest cries from the heart of a beautiful mess. So with clogged ears, and a throbbing head, I got back in touch with how I felt as I left the theater a couple of evenings ago.