Sunday October 31, 1999

Still waiting for our very first son’s birth.

Rainbow Memories

28 years ago I met forever friends. Mary & Angela.

We soon became known as the little red triplets.

The years have gone by, as we have seen our lives intertwine, we have had many stories over the years of just finding each other. At random events and unexpectedly in large cities such as Vancouver or Calgary.

Last year Dear Ange. (far left) started gaining more popularity with her store on Etsy and was featured frequently with another lovely friend

Look at this gorgeous treasury recently published for the fall season.

Mary and I have many more memories and she is my favourite Hippy. Today I am forever thankful for the sisters they have always been in my life.

“At last the 3rd triplet has been found... dancing among the trees, dipping her toes in rivers and streams, singing to the heavens.... she was never lost, she was here all along, sharing herself with the world so we could feel her love everywhere we go. **HUGS and much love to you and your family.**
Thank you.”

*Keyholes*

 

I enjoy taking my children to see where I grew up. Exploring the surrounding waters, walking trails, and mountains. We have spent many hours visiting family, the beach, fruit stands, orchards, and exploring the hills. Sometimes though my heart aches for what they will not have there as children..More time. Because every time we leave it is just an experience, not home. I miss my home town today. The place where I was born and raised. Here where we live is our home now as a family. Instead if our travels capture their memories now, they will have many reasons to keep going back.

Christmas Island captured by this friend

Salmon Arm Wharf

Seasons of Rest

In the circle of Life we watch the seasons. 

Now I lay me down to rest, my weary back, my heavy chest. This I lay me quietly down to sleep, where I know you watch over me.

The trees are resting standing bare, the leaves that clung through out the year, have floated down to lay with me. Amongst the brown trees and grass, resting well under a blanket of white.

You see me for me, renewing my heart, life and mind.

You reach into my past, present, and future with a mighty wind that settles all that lie near.

The tree of life that grew so fast, reached its roots down too far, it shall not uproot, or be pruned, but will wither now as a new vine begins to grow nearby.

You love me for me. That’s how new life pushes out the dead leaves in our lives. 

His life, because of its glorious power and beauty, brushes away sorrow, death, and fury.

I dream during my rest of this life with Jesus.  If there is dead parts that need to float away, so be it.

The renewal, the fresh green that I awake to in the beginning of the new season will water my soul.

Sprinkle newness, grow faith.

“You are mine, you are valued, you are precious to me.”

I want to run in the freedom of His love.

I awake to the trees swaying in the wind, the wind brings a new season, a season of hope.

Believe my heart, I am longing, to know the forgiveness is true.

At the beginning of Psalm 23:1
I hear my heart longing still.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I have all that I need."

I begin to feel his love as;
(2) "he lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams."

As I rest and my mind may follow with clarity.
(3) he renews my strength, he guides me along right paths, bringing honour to His name."

Then as all the seasons are in full circle and I have been carried on this journey, the one who created me is right there.
(4) Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for YOU are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me. (NLV)

I am free in His Love, I am dear to His heart.

Cherished by the Everlasting.

Second Album Released Today!!

I love when he gives himself a great  lifetime Birthday gift!
4 years ago today the first album,

Still Hallelujah was released.

To hear the new album,

Let Someone Love You
Visit http://www.hereboymusic.com

 15 years ago today I met the man who would be my Husband.
It was his Birthday the next day, Oct. 21 and he wanted to invite us all to a fireside party in Three Hills.
I was getting rather familliar with this small town already, our dear friend Ranae lived there and we would visit her amongst other new friends at the Prairie High School.
It was still all new and when I saw him, for an instant, all I could see was his blue eyes lighting up the room.
 I was painfully shy, so very shy that his first impression was of myself~ just a flash of red hair, running away..

Thank you for being part of the soundtrack of my life.
Happy Birthday Daryl

Moments

For this one moment I need you near, in this moment please pray for me.

I feel the waves wash over me when ever the tears well up.

When all I can ask is why.

This moment you are seeing me, deeper.

Where my heart lies.

This moment I need a peace that will blanket me with the comfort of hope..

Poetry paints an image of tears falling free spilling over like leaves in the autumn season.

Inside I am renewing, and waiting, being apart of me in this moment.

Colors flare as the ground rests, lay my burdens down.

A moment, then forever when we touch the lives of those we hold dear .

"Mom you know that Banana Bread you like to make for after school?
Well it's basically Awesome!"

Oh so filling & very wholesome, here is our favorite banana recipe to share.

Ingredients:

1 1/3 cups whole wheat flour

1 cup of (natural sugar cane), or raw sugar

2 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp sea salt

2 big, or 3 medium over ripe smashed bananas

1 Tbsp ground flax seed mixed with 3 Tbsp water, and set aside to thicken for a few min.

1 tsp vanilla extract

a half cup of chocolate chips or substitute with:

(1/4 cup raisins &

1/4 cup chopped walnut halves or another nut you like)

To Make:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Mix 1 1/3 cups flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. 
In a separate bowl, mix the wet ingredients. Add the wet to the dry. 

Pour into a large bread pan that is lightly oiled. Bake for about 40 minutes, or until the top is golden and a toothpick comes out clean. Let cool for 10 minutes before slicing.

Enjoy with your favorite Autumn cuppa!

This week...
I saw myself twice, once in the mirror and the next in a dream.
I asked for help, it was time to help me see the woman in the mirror and the child in the dream.
With Prayer and counseling the words lead me to and from Ephesians 5:26.. protected, healed, comforted, loved.
Intertwined with this life and once upon a time. I discovered that, in this peaceful transition, what I already knew.
I am not 'your' child anymore, no I am a Woman. With this, I am after a heart so pure, only my one true protector has it.
"Where were you when they told the news? Chances are you already knew."
This week someone stopped me in my tracks with a realization that for once I can say to myself this that for once I can actually hold and comfort that child. Through prayer of healing, this child is no longer, and it is blanketed by a secure comfort of a life now lived. A life of faith, of thanksgiving, of adoration, of love. Forgiven those with a wholeheartedness as I let go. Left behind are the burdens, and baggage dragged to the cross, with every emotion, every toy from a life of struggle. By the time it's up on that hill at the foot of the cross there are no handles left to hang on to, with hands achey and my back bent in strife. Down there.. where it will be laid forever, walk away, do not turn back to stare on the pile of mud, but rather think on the Forever Freedom.

A Giveaway

In the true nature of bringing in the harvest.
Of having a festive Thanksgiving meal,with Family and Friends.
"I want to share a giveaway."
During our time this summer with a local CSA I had the chance to also purchase wool. The fleecy sheep that run around in the fields are very well taken care of and free range.
The shorn fleece is then taken to an antique woolen mill, where it is washed & carded.
The fantastic lopi that I have in abundance has been part of our Thanksgiving feast this weekend as I am now done knitting a sweater..again.

Thank you for sharing your Thanksgiving moments. :)
-I left an announcement in the comments of this post.

Friends & Followings

The boys come home often from school with wild stories about how they are going to travel to far off places and bring back treasures. 

~They are going to do this when they are older and have lots more poles to build rafts out of. 

But first they need to go recycle bottles and plastics to help save up for their green fuel.~

It always strikes me how nostalgic this feels for me.  

Fortunately the clubhouse is in our backyard, and the trampoline launches each child into a universe of imagination.

Just in case they read this in 10 years, 'less or more' here's to you Brothers, following your friends, 

Thank you for sharing through your eyes a tremendous creativity that speaks volumes! 

This much I know for certain, the years sure fly by too fast!

Reflections of Thankfulness

Sometimes there is a grand adventure. Sometimes I just want to escape, to the great outdoors. hike in the mountains, camp in the trees, walk barefoot on the moss and lie down to look up to see the sky peeping out between the forest of treetops.

















alone.

















Sometimes when the night is quiet and there is a coffee in reach, while the quiet mounts and I feel a sigh of relaxing escape my body, I am thankful that it is late, there are no restraints and I can write, or knit or stretch for no reason.


When all that is building in my mind and soul finds its way to the top with no words to describe it, sometimes the hurt and the anger emerge. and I ask Why was I created.

I am thankful for the answers that whisper softly in my ears.
~I love you child and you are precious to me. The dear heart I have knit together is full of kindness and grace, you're


gentle and fierce. I love everything about you no matter how you say, Why am I here, why did you make me this way. Always know that I knew you through every minute of your life and you are welcome to ask why.
sometimes.


This year I counted some blessings too.

Music.
47 balls of yarn.
106 sets of needles and crochet hooks inherited from my Grandmother.
22 boxes left to unpack.
Photography & arts.
4 children & 2 parents that are happy to call this new town, and new home. Home.
5 weeks of falling leaves.
1 Husband who is following a dream come true.
15 eggs provided in a timely situation.
1 Kai build.
2 Asher portfolios.
1 Azaelea that dances for any song.
1 quizzical Ethan that loves numbers as much as his Mom.
4 boxes of art supplies.
5 beds for our family to sleep on.
10 blogs that I read regularly.
Friends.

A Little Time to Knit

Thank you Christine,
for capturing my love for knitting as I finished this sweater.

Thank you Friends,
who travel this journal with me.
Truly you are an encouragement.

Thank you Karin,

who has been reading from the beginning.
I have spent time reading and listening to all the responses,
not always with my eyes, also with my heart.

I hope that you know that your words are peaceful,
uplifting, joyful. I see your heart when you share.