Our son and our daughter have sibling birds. While we do not know the sex of these birds, nor do we know which bird was born on January 26 and which on January 27 - these siblings demonstrate to us characteristics that I would ascribe to male/ female and older/younger.
Zooey belongs to my son. We call her female - we assume she is older. She is 'refined'. She carefully preens her feathers, love to take baths and has a 'bossy' personality. She is cautious and shy in new situations.
Tiki, belongs to my daughter. He is such a 'boy'. Bathing is only done under extreme circumstances and only when he can make a mess. He eats food laying on his back and drips grape juice or seed cases all over himself. He is bold and ready for adventure.
These sibling teach us a great deal about ourselves. While so often when two people look alike and have been raised by the same family we expect them to be the same. As with Tiki and Zooey, sometimes this is farthest from the truth.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
The Other Sermon
Today is Christmas Eve and for me, it is the most wonderful night of the year.
For weeks we prepare with children and families to present the story of Christ's birth to our parish.
Following the presentation our wonderful parish priest spoke with the children about the experience. I sat among the children, my husband in the sanctuary because he was helping with Mass and my own children sat in the pews.
It would seem that my husband was displeased with the distracted behaviour of our children. At dinner this is what they told us:
There was a
little voice some rows behind my children - a child in the pews, who offered her own wise responses to the Christmas
Homily queries.
When the priest asked about what we
were celebrating she answered 'SNOW!" (multiple times) . When talking
about celebrating and food she was very enthusiastic about "MEATBALLS"
and "Pizza". Apparently she answered all queries in her own
unique way. My children said her Homily was the funniest.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Turbo Charged
Angels.
This word brings to mind a light, delicate being, floating among the clouds.
Today, as we practiced for our Christmas Mass, 'turbo angel' made her presence known.
It would seem that her little feet could do nothing but run down the aisle to her destination. Through her quick movements, it is true that it would seem this angel's feet never did really touch the ground.
This word brings to mind a light, delicate being, floating among the clouds.
Today, as we practiced for our Christmas Mass, 'turbo angel' made her presence known.
It would seem that her little feet could do nothing but run down the aisle to her destination. Through her quick movements, it is true that it would seem this angel's feet never did really touch the ground.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Overkill
I love to learn.
Currently I am taking a course through Ryerson on Food Security and it is exam time.
Our exam this time consisted of two questions to be answered separately but handed in together.
I goofed.
I handed in one part and clicked send before attaching my second response. When I tried to add the second part, I was blocked. So I tried again, to no avail. Remembering that Einstein said "Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." I tried sending the paper via College email. Then I sent it again through personal email.
When handing in papers, I always hope for the best, but my goal is only 50%. My average in the class is about 40% higher than my goal. My daughter relished that if the paper was not accepted because I did not hand it in properly, I would not reach my goal.
To her disappointment, when I checked email the next morning, I received an email from the instructor telling me to relax. He had received all four copies of my assignment.
Currently I am taking a course through Ryerson on Food Security and it is exam time.
Our exam this time consisted of two questions to be answered separately but handed in together.
I goofed.
I handed in one part and clicked send before attaching my second response. When I tried to add the second part, I was blocked. So I tried again, to no avail. Remembering that Einstein said "Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." I tried sending the paper via College email. Then I sent it again through personal email.
When handing in papers, I always hope for the best, but my goal is only 50%. My average in the class is about 40% higher than my goal. My daughter relished that if the paper was not accepted because I did not hand it in properly, I would not reach my goal.
To her disappointment, when I checked email the next morning, I received an email from the instructor telling me to relax. He had received all four copies of my assignment.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Being There
Sometimes, I am drawn inexplicably to a situation, knowing that I need to be there, but not understanding why.
Such was the case today, when I knew that I should attend a Mass celebrating the life of St. Francis Xavier. It was a mild evening, so I walked to the Church. There I saw many people I knew and some I did not.
Although I sat alone, I celebrated, sang and prayed with those who were gathered.
After Mass, that voice, the one I know as Christ, advised me to remain in the Church while others gathered for festivities in another area. Quiet and immersed in the stillness of His presence, I heard Him direct me to the back of the church.
I followed the directive and there met a priest whose name I did not know. We chatted and in that exchange, I learned why I was there. We shared a common heritage and connected quickly on this count. We also shared a common Catholic heritage and spoke in terms familiar to us, but perhaps not familiar to others, as I allowed my inner voice to speak. I know that what I said lightened his burden. When we parted I knew that I had done my job.
I left the church, walking home in the gently falling snow, filled with the knowledge that when I let Him lead, He always shows me the right path.
Such was the case today, when I knew that I should attend a Mass celebrating the life of St. Francis Xavier. It was a mild evening, so I walked to the Church. There I saw many people I knew and some I did not.
Although I sat alone, I celebrated, sang and prayed with those who were gathered.
After Mass, that voice, the one I know as Christ, advised me to remain in the Church while others gathered for festivities in another area. Quiet and immersed in the stillness of His presence, I heard Him direct me to the back of the church.
I followed the directive and there met a priest whose name I did not know. We chatted and in that exchange, I learned why I was there. We shared a common heritage and connected quickly on this count. We also shared a common Catholic heritage and spoke in terms familiar to us, but perhaps not familiar to others, as I allowed my inner voice to speak. I know that what I said lightened his burden. When we parted I knew that I had done my job.
I left the church, walking home in the gently falling snow, filled with the knowledge that when I let Him lead, He always shows me the right path.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Mommy Call
My girls needed their mommy tonight.
Each for different reasons, but both due to 'relationship' concerns. I spent at least an hour cuddling and chatting with a very teary daughter.
This evening was a blessing. A chance to share space with my child. A chance to express love. a chance to 'be there'.
God is like that. He is the Parent who is there, beside me every day, at all times, showing me in so many ways His love.
Each for different reasons, but both due to 'relationship' concerns. I spent at least an hour cuddling and chatting with a very teary daughter.
This evening was a blessing. A chance to share space with my child. A chance to express love. a chance to 'be there'.
God is like that. He is the Parent who is there, beside me every day, at all times, showing me in so many ways His love.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Game On
Two of my daughters figure skate. This weekend, the younger one reached the same level as her older sister. The older sister has not been allowed to jump due to a back injury, but today was given the okay by her therapist to begin to jump again.
The next competition the girls will compete against each other. As my younger daughter declared, "Game On!".
The next competition the girls will compete against each other. As my younger daughter declared, "Game On!".
Sunday, November 27, 2011
The Family of a King
Today is the feast of Christ the King.
God is our Father, Christ is our Brother. Christ is King, making us also divine Royalty.
You and I are princess and princes in God's Kingdom. We are worthy of all of the greatness that His Kingdom has to offer. This worthiness is not because of what we do, but because of who we are.
We are members of God's family. We are members of the Heavenly Royal Family.
Would that we all recognize this royalty in others. How wonderful this world would be if we treat each other as Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses everyday?
God is our Father, Christ is our Brother. Christ is King, making us also divine Royalty.
You and I are princess and princes in God's Kingdom. We are worthy of all of the greatness that His Kingdom has to offer. This worthiness is not because of what we do, but because of who we are.
We are members of God's family. We are members of the Heavenly Royal Family.
Would that we all recognize this royalty in others. How wonderful this world would be if we treat each other as Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses everyday?
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Pain in a Picture
Today, I was given this image, along with a few others from that adventure.
Little did the photographer know that some of the images (not shown) were of the argument that brought me to this walk. Little did the photographer know the turmoil in my heart at this time.
I find solace in my relationship with God. I find God when I am near water.
These moments of pain and this time of deep prayer captured.
And yet, to the photographer, this is just a memory of a moment on the beach.
This image carries many layers of reflection for me. Reminding me of the many layers that most people carry with them each day. It is only when we take the time to get to know another person, do we find a glimpse of those layers.
Happily, my God knows those layers and accepts me and my layers - the bright and the dark - with the love that only a caring parent can share.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Fame
Today I was interviewed by a local Christian radio station.
No, not for my belief system - but for the everyday work that I do. Because I was being interviewed representing my workplace, I could not mention my wonderful relationship with God the Father.
Would that I be afforded a few minutes of air time to broadcast to the world my deep and undying love for my Creator.
No, not for my belief system - but for the everyday work that I do. Because I was being interviewed representing my workplace, I could not mention my wonderful relationship with God the Father.
Would that I be afforded a few minutes of air time to broadcast to the world my deep and undying love for my Creator.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Last Moments
Touring Pompeii brought back memories of high school Latin classes.As we learned the language we also read texts that spoke of the people and the culture in Pompeii.The lives we learned about, the culture that we explored came to an end one day in 79 A.D.
It is hard to imagine what those last days must have been like. Imagine first watching smoke rise from mountain that usually cast calm shadows over your morning. Picture the surprise of townspeople when this mountain exploded throwing pumas over the rooftops and ancient streets. As you look at the casts of well preserved bodies (and the revelation of real bone) you can almost feel the painful last breaths after inhaling noxious gases.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Crashing
Acknowledging the consistency of His love for us all, I found consolation on the beach.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Surprise
The stranger was talking about an artist whose work I have come to admire. The stranger was the artist's son!
Yes, believe that God puts us where He needs us to be, when we need to be there. The fun is in learning about why we are here.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
What Heaven Might Feel Like
Today I was privileged to drive two brilliant men to a local event. The trip was all too short, but so rewarding.
These two men quickly sparked a conversation about an author that they both had read. They willingly to shared their insights encouraging me to want to learn more about their subject - Thomas Merton, American Catholic writer.
Of course I hope to find time soon to learn more about Merton and his work, but more over I am grateful to my God who give me the gift of this glimpse of heaven.
These two men quickly sparked a conversation about an author that they both had read. They willingly to shared their insights encouraging me to want to learn more about their subject - Thomas Merton, American Catholic writer.
Of course I hope to find time soon to learn more about Merton and his work, but more over I am grateful to my God who give me the gift of this glimpse of heaven.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Safety First
In this part of the world, October 31 is Hallowe'en, an evening during which children go from door to door collecting candy after entreating "Trick or Treat". Because much of this activity occurs during the dark and annually the news reports strange and dangerous findings in the occasional loot bag, Hallowe'en is also a time for special safety precautions.
The lesson of our Children's Liturgy this morning was 'obedience'. We talked about who we should obey: parents, teachers, God. When the lesson was complete I reminded our children to be particularly obedient to their parent's rules for safety on Hallowe'en.
Later this day, I was teaching backward skating. This is again an activity with safety precautions "always watch behind you". Once again, I took the opportunity to add Hallowe'en safety tips to the lesson.
Lessons of safety passed on. I wish all of our children a happy and safe Hallowe'en.
The lesson of our Children's Liturgy this morning was 'obedience'. We talked about who we should obey: parents, teachers, God. When the lesson was complete I reminded our children to be particularly obedient to their parent's rules for safety on Hallowe'en.
Later this day, I was teaching backward skating. This is again an activity with safety precautions "always watch behind you". Once again, I took the opportunity to add Hallowe'en safety tips to the lesson.
Lessons of safety passed on. I wish all of our children a happy and safe Hallowe'en.
Thanks God for Society's Helpers
Today, during our Prayers of the Faithful, a little one asked for prayers for firemen. I expanded that to all helpers: Police, paramedics, doctors, nurses....
Another of our little ones stood up very excitedly - " I had to go to the hospital when I had a bead in my nose and they had to take it out."
Good reason to thank our society's helpers - but too funny not to pause for a giggle - before we pulled it together again to thank God for those helpers.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
On Sadness
October 26 marked one year from the end of my mother's earthy journey and the beginning of her new life.
It was a sad day for me. I allowed myself to feel the depth of missing her, while trying to keep in mind the love and joy that she brought to my life and to be grateful for these.
Mom, I miss you. I miss your hugs, your smiles, your wisdom, but I know you are in a better place.
Peace
It was a sad day for me. I allowed myself to feel the depth of missing her, while trying to keep in mind the love and joy that she brought to my life and to be grateful for these.
Mom, I miss you. I miss your hugs, your smiles, your wisdom, but I know you are in a better place.
Peace
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Character
"Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all."
Sam Ewing
Former Major League Baseball Player
We all have these people in our lives. The friend who is always willing to lend a hand, the ones who pick and chose how they will help and what they will do, and the ones who although they agree to help, do not show up at all. What kind of friend do you prefer? What kind of friend are you?
I think my God would be best served if I become the servant and turn up my sleeves...won't you join me?
Language Barrier
At a recent skating competition knowing that arenas are usually cold I donned my jacket before I sat with fellow skating parents, but in my usual style I was wearing flip flops. Seating in this arena however, was atypically warm.
As I sat I noted one parent who had rolled her pant legs up past her knees. As I sat, she said, " Oh it is so hot here, but I see that you are prepared, you are wearing your thong."
The other parents all looked quickly and quizzically at me and at her.
"Oh my goodness," she apologized, " I am so used to calling them thongs in Australia, here you call them flip flops."
As I sat I noted one parent who had rolled her pant legs up past her knees. As I sat, she said, " Oh it is so hot here, but I see that you are prepared, you are wearing your thong."
The other parents all looked quickly and quizzically at me and at her.
"Oh my goodness," she apologized, " I am so used to calling them thongs in Australia, here you call them flip flops."
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Mother's Pride
In this household we love Hallowe'en. My middle daughter is also a fan of this day, so one afternoon I strategically tucked a variety of fake but realistic looking body parts into nooks and crannies in her bedroom. An arm dangling on the side of the bed, a leg emerging from a dresser drawer, well place brains...
That supper she commented that she loved what I did in her room.
When my younger daughter, in an Eeyore style gloom, responded, "Nobody loves me," a flash crossed the eyes of my other children at the table. The moment my youngest left the house, the remaining children dashed to the boxes of decorations to assemble a treat for their sister.
I was out when my youngest discovered the horrors that awaited her, but when I returned she was quick to tell me that she hates Hallowe'en and that she had run screaming from her room. Delighted, this caring parent responded, "But did you feel loved?"
That supper she commented that she loved what I did in her room.
When my younger daughter, in an Eeyore style gloom, responded, "Nobody loves me," a flash crossed the eyes of my other children at the table. The moment my youngest left the house, the remaining children dashed to the boxes of decorations to assemble a treat for their sister.
I was out when my youngest discovered the horrors that awaited her, but when I returned she was quick to tell me that she hates Hallowe'en and that she had run screaming from her room. Delighted, this caring parent responded, "But did you feel loved?"
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
The Lessons Live On
The world lost Steve Jobs earlier this month. Luck for us, his lessons live on...
Steve Jobs gave this as his second story of his Commencement Address at Stanford University on June 12, 2005.
Love and Loss
I was lucky. I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started?
Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me - I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT.
I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple.It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers.
Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking.
Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
Steve Jobs, 1955-2011
Steve Jobs gave this as his second story of his Commencement Address at Stanford University on June 12, 2005.
Love and Loss
I was lucky. I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started?
Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me - I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT.
I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple.It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers.
Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking.
Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
Steve Jobs, 1955-2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Michaelmas
The mighty oak shows its delicate side in the bright autumn light. The gentle colouring contrasted by the harsh shadow and strong red veins caught my attention. That such attention be paid to the leaf of an oak tree, that will soon fall; imagine the attention to detail that our loving God gives to each of us.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Heavenly Instruction
Yesterday I taught skating to one of our little ones from Church. She recognized me immediately - I recognized her skill and suggested she move to novice (a session for little ones who want to learn the art of figure skating), which she did today (and loved it!)
Her father had brought her to skating yesterday. Today both parents came. As we left the ice the mom pulled me aside.
"I have to tell you, " she began, "Grace is so excited to be skating with you. Yesterday she told me that her skating teacher was the priest from Church."
Sunday, October 2, 2011
So Sweet
And it was so good!
A Theme Continued
Interesting that the previous post was about forgiveness.
Today the children and I spoke about what God calls us to do. We coloured and tied notes to socks intended for our community's homeless. We considered ways that we could do what God asks us to do.
Just before we say our final prayer, it is our custom to review the 'action' that our Lord is requesting of us. When asked, "So what does our God want us to do?
A usually quiet, three year old replied, "Forgive".
Wonder what my God is trying to say?
Today the children and I spoke about what God calls us to do. We coloured and tied notes to socks intended for our community's homeless. We considered ways that we could do what God asks us to do.
Just before we say our final prayer, it is our custom to review the 'action' that our Lord is requesting of us. When asked, "So what does our God want us to do?
A usually quiet, three year old replied, "Forgive".
Wonder what my God is trying to say?
Friday, September 30, 2011
True Forgiveness
"Forgiveness is not always easy. At times, it feels more painful than the wound we suffered, to forgive the one that inflicted it. And yet, there is no peace without forgiveness."
Marianne Williamson
Author and Speaker
There are times when you read words that creep into your reality the longer they stay with you. True peace is attained through forgiveness.
Can we find it in our hearts to be truly forgiving people?
It's A Life
Children see the world in their own way. Take the time to enjoy this German produced ad.
It`s a Life is beautiful type of interpretation of living in poverty from a child`s perspective. Very touching, but also, very thought-provoking.
Include Me
Another touching true story about people who know the real meaning of life.
"We Want Ike!": The Gift of Being Included
Ike Ditzenberger had watched his big brothers play football. He grew up idolizing and imitating them. Ike wanted to play football too. And he even dared to talk about his dream of playing college football. Big deal, right? It just means that he is like thousands of other teenagers who dream of being an on-field hero.
As a matter of fact, Ike is quite different from your "average" teenage boy. The 17-year-old junior at Snohomish (Washington) High School has Down Syndrome. His 5-foot-6, 160-pound frame isn't that of an athlete, and he doesn't have the motor skills to compete in a game where he could get hurt very easily.
Ike is fortunate to have a supportive family. More than that, his classmates have given Ike the one gift that matters most to so many kids who have a handicap, look different, or stand out for the wrong reasons - the gift of inclusion. Still more specifically, Snohomish's football coach lets Ike come to practices and hang with the guys he admires. Coach Mark Perry has even created a play that ends every varsity practice. Called the Ike Special, the offense hands the ball to Ike. And he gets the thrill of running it toward a soft defensive line of his friends.
On Friday, Sept. 24, 2010, the traditionally competitive Snohomish was absorbing its fourth loss of the season. A 35-0 drubbing at the hands of undefeated Lake Stevens High was mercifully about to end. With 10 seconds left on the clock, Coach Perry heard the "We want Ike!" chant from the stands, put Ike Ditzenberger into the backfield, and called the Ike Special. Wearing No. 57, Ike took the ball and began to run left. Although he appears to have stepped out of bounds, officials let the play continue - as his teammates ran interference and Lake Stevens players made reluctant efforts to get to him.
By the time the clock had expired, Ike was in the end zone. He had run for 51 yards and scored Snohomish's only touchdown of the night. He got to dance in the end zone. The play that worked every time in practice had worked that night in a real game. And Ike got to head to the sidelines to rip off his helmet, pump it in the air, and - in his mom's words - "scream like a banshee."
Grownups in the stands were crying. Lake Stevens players had given up a shutout for something far more important. Snohomish coaches and players had taken the final step in making Ike "one of the guys" with the team.
With all the scandals in sports at all levels, it's nice to come across a story that affirms what games are supposed to teach - character, sportsmanship, team spirit, and self-confidence. Ike and his big brothers can talk football like never before for the rest of their lives now. The guys on the field that wonderful night can talk forever about the biggest play in their high school careers.
If you missed it, go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jb_4f5nXZdA. It's a highlight play you don't want to miss.
Rubel Shelly
Sunday, September 25, 2011
A Bubble
Foggy Morn
This morning the fog was thick as we made our way down silent streets to Mass.
When I greeted our little ones, we took a moment to recognize the mystery in this foggy morning and how it mimics the mystery of our relationship with God. As fog blinds us to what is around the next corner, it is our human limitations that blind us to the majesty of the gift that God has for his people.
When I greeted our little ones, we took a moment to recognize the mystery in this foggy morning and how it mimics the mystery of our relationship with God. As fog blinds us to what is around the next corner, it is our human limitations that blind us to the majesty of the gift that God has for his people.
Surprise
A number of months ago I entered some photos in a local contest. The prize is the publication of the photo in a calendar. This past Thursday the winners were announced, but because we were out of town with my daughter who was in a skating competition, we missed the awards ceremony.
Today, at our parish breakfast, a long time friend congratulated me. I had to ask why and was told that my name had been announced as one of the winners this year, as was hers.
I returned the congratulations but now wonder which photo was chosen.
Today, at our parish breakfast, a long time friend congratulated me. I had to ask why and was told that my name had been announced as one of the winners this year, as was hers.
I returned the congratulations but now wonder which photo was chosen.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
A Reminder that It is Not Easy
And this from Michael Josephson. A great message to us all.
It's Not Easy
Let's be honest. Ethics is not for wimps.
It's not easy being a good person.
It's not easy to be honest when it might be costly, to play fair when others cheat, or to keep inconvenient promises.
It's not easy to stand up for our beliefs and still respect differing viewpoints.
It's not easy to control powerful impulses, to be accountable for our attitudes and actions, to tackle unpleasant tasks, or to sacrifice the now for later.
It's not easy to bear criticism and learn from it without getting angry, to take advice, or to admit error.
It's not easy to feel genuine remorse and apologize sincerely, or to accept apologies graciously and truly forgive.
It's not easy to stop feeling like a victim, to resist cynicism, or to make the best of every situation.
It's not easy to be consistently kind, to think of others first, to judge generously, or to give the benefit of the doubt.
It's not easy to be grateful or to give without concern for reward or gratitude.
It's not easy to fail and still keep trying, to learn from failure, to risk failing again, to start over, to lose with grace, or to be glad of another's success.
It's not easy to look at ourselves honestly and be accountable, to avoid excuses and rationalizations, or to resist temptations.
No, being a person of character isn't easy. That's why it's such a lofty goal and an admirable achievement.
This is Michael Josephson reminding you that character counts.
Bronners
There are times when one is pleasantly and unexpectedly surprised.
This weekend held one such surprise. This summer our vacation plans were put on hold by an unexpected death in the family. At last, we completed that journey, albeit abbreviatedly.
Our sojourn took us to the village of Frankenmuth in Michigan and to the Bronners' CHRISTmas Wonderland. Yes, Christ is first and foremost in their Christmas, just as it should be. God so loved the world that He gave us His only son. For this we must be grateful To God. For the wonderful reminder to keep Christ in Christmas, I will express appreciation to Bronner's.
This weekend held one such surprise. This summer our vacation plans were put on hold by an unexpected death in the family. At last, we completed that journey, albeit abbreviatedly.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
100 Years
It is family tradition to sing 'Happy Birthday' (albeit badly) and follow that with the Polish "Sto Lat" which translates to 100 years.
Today we celebrated multiple birthdays in our family and extended family. We sang for my daughter, and then for my nephew and then for my brother-in-law whose birthday recently passed. Then I suggest we sing for my mother-in-law who would have celebrated on Tuesday.
We sang 'Happy Birthday' and the little ones happily continued with 'Sto Lat', much to the shock and horror of some of the adults. It would seem that some think it inappropriate to wish 100 years for one who has ended her earthly journey. Personally, I love the idea of wishing some one 100 years and more (eternity) in our Heavenly home.
Wishing all the best to all of you!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Double the Pleasure
Or perhaps, that is double the embarrassment.
This year I planted a couple watermelon plants in my front flower bed. I was looking for a plant that would spread well and produce the occasional flower. I have pink and purple petunias and potato vine in that garden as well.
To my great wonder, the watermelon plant produced! Over the past two months I have tended to three growing watermelons. I have watered, put mulch under them and on colder evenings, I have run outside to cover them. I very proudly show off these babies to anyone willing to listen and admire.
Imagine my surprise when one day this week, while watering the biggest of my little watermelons, I discovered and equal sized fruit right beside it. How I, and anyone forced to view my little prides and joys, miss this this watermelon, I do not know?
I am grateful for this fourth fruit. I am even more grateful that my God does not overlook this prized fruit that He is so carefully tending.
This year I planted a couple watermelon plants in my front flower bed. I was looking for a plant that would spread well and produce the occasional flower. I have pink and purple petunias and potato vine in that garden as well.
To my great wonder, the watermelon plant produced! Over the past two months I have tended to three growing watermelons. I have watered, put mulch under them and on colder evenings, I have run outside to cover them. I very proudly show off these babies to anyone willing to listen and admire.
Imagine my surprise when one day this week, while watering the biggest of my little watermelons, I discovered and equal sized fruit right beside it. How I, and anyone forced to view my little prides and joys, miss this this watermelon, I do not know?
I am grateful for this fourth fruit. I am even more grateful that my God does not overlook this prized fruit that He is so carefully tending.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Up and Running
Today was the first day back celebrating Liturgy of the Word with Children after a summer break.
What a wonderful treat! Approximately ten children joined us as we learn the new responses for Liturgy of the Word, learned about the power of prayer, tasted Ugali (a cornmeal dish that is served in the Horn of Africa) and created a visual reminder to pray for our brothers and sisters in the Horn of Africa.
It was a thrill to be back with our little friends. A little one, who is now almost three years old, was so happy to return to our Sacred Space for Worship that she sat on my lap during our Liturgy, just as she did when she was an infant. Others told me excitedly that they will begin school again or anew soon. We even met a few new friends.
My time with our children brings me life, brings me joy, brings me love.
What a wonderful treat! Approximately ten children joined us as we learn the new responses for Liturgy of the Word, learned about the power of prayer, tasted Ugali (a cornmeal dish that is served in the Horn of Africa) and created a visual reminder to pray for our brothers and sisters in the Horn of Africa.
It was a thrill to be back with our little friends. A little one, who is now almost three years old, was so happy to return to our Sacred Space for Worship that she sat on my lap during our Liturgy, just as she did when she was an infant. Others told me excitedly that they will begin school again or anew soon. We even met a few new friends.
My time with our children brings me life, brings me joy, brings me love.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Prayers for Food and Water
We learned today that God answers our prayers. As a concrete reminder the children, today, decorated plastic planters with stickers and were encouraged to put the pot in a highly visible location.
The children were asked to remember pray for our starving brothers and sister in the Horn of Africa. If they were inclined they could use these containers to collect funds for Development and Peace's Horn of Africa Relief Fund.
Friday, September 2, 2011
RE Memory
At times, repeated incidences in a day can seem like a pattern.
This morning a co-worker appeared, put his hand on my shoulder and said, I met someone who knows you. Then he stopped, and said...but I don't remember who it was....I still don't know.
Then I went to Mass. My dear friend and Pastor stood at the ambo after the Gospel and said, "Most of the time I come prepared with what I want to reflect on in scripture. Today, I do not remember."
This evening, my daughter was to meet a friend. The friend's mother forgot about the arrangement and did not come home from work until much later than expected.
It is the human in us that forgets. Our minds are burden by the daily numbness of over-information. But my God never forgets us. He is never too busy for us. Can we remember to take the time daily to thank Him for everything that He has done, that He has remembered to do for us?
This morning a co-worker appeared, put his hand on my shoulder and said, I met someone who knows you. Then he stopped, and said...but I don't remember who it was....I still don't know.
Then I went to Mass. My dear friend and Pastor stood at the ambo after the Gospel and said, "Most of the time I come prepared with what I want to reflect on in scripture. Today, I do not remember."
This evening, my daughter was to meet a friend. The friend's mother forgot about the arrangement and did not come home from work until much later than expected.
It is the human in us that forgets. Our minds are burden by the daily numbness of over-information. But my God never forgets us. He is never too busy for us. Can we remember to take the time daily to thank Him for everything that He has done, that He has remembered to do for us?
Just Pray
I spoke with a friend today. The news was not good. A loving wife and mother to three active children she has been diagnosed with lymphoma.
This aggressive disease has spread throughout her abdomen in the time that it took to diagnose the cause of her fatigue and unexplained pain.
This is just a bump on the road. she says. She is looking forward to feeling better once treatment is done although, at this time, her treatment is not yet determined. Her fears? Not having the energy to take part in her children's lives.
Her faith is strong, believing that God would not give her anything that she could not handle. but she wonders what lessons He wants her to learn.
What does she need? Prayer - from me, from you and from everyone she knows. She believes in the power of prayer to change her current state of health. Won't you please join me in prayer... for her continuing strength and courage, for her healing, and for her faith?
What a lesson I learned today!
This aggressive disease has spread throughout her abdomen in the time that it took to diagnose the cause of her fatigue and unexplained pain.
This is just a bump on the road. she says. She is looking forward to feeling better once treatment is done although, at this time, her treatment is not yet determined. Her fears? Not having the energy to take part in her children's lives.
Her faith is strong, believing that God would not give her anything that she could not handle. but she wonders what lessons He wants her to learn.
What does she need? Prayer - from me, from you and from everyone she knows. She believes in the power of prayer to change her current state of health. Won't you please join me in prayer... for her continuing strength and courage, for her healing, and for her faith?
What a lesson I learned today!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
A Meal Grown with Love
Mashed potatoes, harvested on this day. Garden fresh tomatoes with green onions that had grown along side. Cool cucumbers off the vine. Bruschetta made with garlic and herbs picked just moments before. The chicken had been marinating in tarragon and rosemary, again grown just metres from our door.
A fine meal brought to the table courtesy of sun, rain, soil and a loving God who created all. This excellent repast gave the pre-meal Grace special meaning today. For all of this, again, I thank you dear God.
A fine meal brought to the table courtesy of sun, rain, soil and a loving God who created all. This excellent repast gave the pre-meal Grace special meaning today. For all of this, again, I thank you dear God.
Socks
Yesterday, I bought socks, by the dozens, with the intent of donating these to the homeless in our community with notes attached from my Children's Liturgy friends.
My older son, seeing the piles of socks, asked if he could have some.
Of course, I obliged. I can always pick up more socks. Little did I know that my own child would benefit from my planned generosity. I wonder what he would have thought if there was a note attached?
My older son, seeing the piles of socks, asked if he could have some.
Of course, I obliged. I can always pick up more socks. Little did I know that my own child would benefit from my planned generosity. I wonder what he would have thought if there was a note attached?
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Careful What You Say
A couple that we met today shared a common experience with us. The lady's left foot was in an Aircast, just like my husband's left foot. It is always interesting to see conversations begin from these visible commonalities.
As my husband spoke of what he can not do this summer being hindered by the left foot cast, the gentleman spoke of a young co-worker who often came to work driving his father's Mustang because the father was laid up and could not drive it.
Later in the afternoon, my son joined us at this family gathering. As God had planned it, the gentleman that my husband and I were speaking with is a co-worker of my son's. This new friend was telling us about my son and my husband's car.
Yet, one more time, our dear Lord chose to help us to understand why we must always be careful what we say.
Later in the afternoon, my son joined us at this family gathering. As God had planned it, the gentleman that my husband and I were speaking with is a co-worker of my son's. This new friend was telling us about my son and my husband's car.
Yet, one more time, our dear Lord chose to help us to understand why we must always be careful what we say.
Gathering
We were invited to a porketta roast this afternoon. This was a large family gathering with over 35 people gather to share a delicious meal. My niece, the hostess of this event commented to me how she likes dinners at my house because our 'family' consists of my little group of seven, her husband, her son and herself - only ten people.
It is all perspective.
Happy Day
August 26, 1950 is the day that my parents were wed. Over sixty years ago they joined hands and hearts for 54 years of marriage - some days good, some days not...but all days were loving.When my father passed away in 2004, we anticipated that my mother would continue to live forever, but it seems that her body had other ideas. Arthritis stiffened her limbs eventually taking even her ability to walk. It seems that her body chose to enact this autoimmune disorder in reaction to her lost love.
My mom's earthly journey ended last October. This is the first Anniversary that the two are reunited. I can picture them, bodies waltzing in eternal unison, continuing the dance of love they started so many years ago.
People Matter
"People who matter are most aware that everyone else does, too."
Today I was asked by a lady for some spare change. I make it a habit to not just give spare change. On this day, I simply walked past this lady. I suspect that even though she asked, she did not expect an answer. She seemed accustomed to being invisible.
Although I was in a hurry to get to my next destination, what would it have cost to respond, even if it were to say 'no' or better yet to say 'hello'?
I am still learning at this game called 'life'. I hope next time to respond. To show a stranger that he or she is NOT invisible, but important. After all who am I to judge who should be rendered important or not?
Malcolm Forbes
Although I was in a hurry to get to my next destination, what would it have cost to respond, even if it were to say 'no' or better yet to say 'hello'?
I am still learning at this game called 'life'. I hope next time to respond. To show a stranger that he or she is NOT invisible, but important. After all who am I to judge who should be rendered important or not?
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Thank You
Did we really need a commercial to remind us to be kind, generous, thoughtful...?
Assante Sana
From the Queen of Talk, Oprah Winfrey,
"Be thankful for what you have; you'll never end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough."
How to even begin a list of everything that we have?
When we were in Boma N'Gombe, Tanzania in 2009 we met a people who were truely poor in financial terms, but lived very rich lives.
There people used what little resources they had to grow food for their families. Here we worry about our lawns.
There people buy items in small amounts because they can afford nothing more. Here we happily purchase more than we need and throw away the scraps.
There, we were welcomed with open arms. Here we are afraid of strangers.
There people are eager to help. Here we ask, "What's in it for me?"
There people of various religions worship openly. Here we celebrate in our Churches, but when we are in the parking lot no one can tell that we had ever been to Mass.
In Boma N'Gombe, people live with very little, and yet, they have taught us so much.
Assante Sana. Tanzania Yetu.
"Be thankful for what you have; you'll never end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough."
How to even begin a list of everything that we have?
When we were in Boma N'Gombe, Tanzania in 2009 we met a people who were truely poor in financial terms, but lived very rich lives. There people used what little resources they had to grow food for their families. Here we worry about our lawns.
There people buy items in small amounts because they can afford nothing more. Here we happily purchase more than we need and throw away the scraps.
There, we were welcomed with open arms. Here we are afraid of strangers.
There people are eager to help. Here we ask, "What's in it for me?"
There people of various religions worship openly. Here we celebrate in our Churches, but when we are in the parking lot no one can tell that we had ever been to Mass.
In Boma N'Gombe, people live with very little, and yet, they have taught us so much.
Assante Sana. Tanzania Yetu.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Tears of Pride
Today, my youngest daughter began her two day experience of 'Champ Camp', an athlete development camp for skaters out of the Granite Club in Toronto. When she received the invitation, I was thrilled for her. However, I did not expect that I within those hallowed halls, that gave rise to many internationally acclaimed Canadian skaters, tears of pride would well.
As I looked at the walls adorned with images of skaters that I grew up admiring, my mother's words of awe for their talent flooded my mind. There I stood, hearing my mother's voice while watching my own child prepare to grace that ice training surface. If my mother was here today, I am sure she would have joined me in tears.
How many times, does our Lord fill with pride when we accomplish tasks that He set out for us? Have I lived this day in a way that would please our Father?
As I looked at the walls adorned with images of skaters that I grew up admiring, my mother's words of awe for their talent flooded my mind. There I stood, hearing my mother's voice while watching my own child prepare to grace that ice training surface. If my mother was here today, I am sure she would have joined me in tears.
How many times, does our Lord fill with pride when we accomplish tasks that He set out for us? Have I lived this day in a way that would please our Father?
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Knowing
A year ago I completed the requirements for a Diploma in Ministry. As my course work was coming to an end I had the chance to speak with the person who's experience introduced me to that program. I indicated that I was looking another learning experience for the fall. She suggested a course in Liturgy from St. Francis Xavier University.
I thoroughly enjoyed that course, but out of this experience a few new friendships have arisen. Who, but my God would have predicted that I would find companions for my earthly journey in this on-line experience?
To me, it is clear, once more, that our Lord has a plan. His hand gently guides sometimes through the voice in my soul; other times through the voices of others. He is always near. I just need to be open to hearing.
I thoroughly enjoyed that course, but out of this experience a few new friendships have arisen. Who, but my God would have predicted that I would find companions for my earthly journey in this on-line experience?
To me, it is clear, once more, that our Lord has a plan. His hand gently guides sometimes through the voice in my soul; other times through the voices of others. He is always near. I just need to be open to hearing.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Not Like the Others
Your thought for today from Hazelden:
No day is like any other day. Isn't that interesting? And you never know what the next day will bring, and that's exciting.
--Alpha English
Alpha has not lost her zest for life. Although nearly ninety, she nurtures a young mind and a wise heart. Her attitude influences those around her too, making them fortunate people indeed. We have the capacity to bring only joy to those around us, too, What's the key? Perspective.
The eyes with which we view our circumstances take charge of the day. What may look scary to someone else, such as giving a talk at the book club or playing bridge with a new partner, may actually excite us. Or the reverse may be true. The important lesson is, if others can look ahead with glad anticipation, so can we. They have not been endowed with any qualities that we can't acquire.
Most of us were too busy in our youth to pursue all the activities that interested us. Now is our time. We'll discover we have enough time to journey in any direction that calls to us if we have cultivated an eager attitude.
I am embarking on a special mission today. I pray to look upon the experiences with a glad heart.
Return Home
In March 2009, the arena that I called 'home' was closed due to problems with the flooring. The building was to be sold and never again to host an ice sport.
Sometimes decision makers change their minds. Such is the case with this 'home'. Faced with public back lash and a lack of places for user groups to skate, city fathers renovated the arena and today, for the first time in over two years, our skating club came home.
Sometimes decision makers change their minds. Such is the case with this 'home'. Faced with public back lash and a lack of places for user groups to skate, city fathers renovated the arena and today, for the first time in over two years, our skating club came home.
Bubbles
A dip in the solution, a deep inhalation and the gentle puff onto the film...voila!
Oops!
She is in her third year of University, won top honours at her high school, still get grades over 90% and yet donning a life jacket seems to have puzzled her.
Air Time
Recently my husband purchased a tube to ride on behind the boat.
Guests are treated to a little air time while skimming over the Northern Lake.
Pretty Toes
that she has toes and feet to walk on
that she has toes and feet to decorate,
that we have lush green grass to walk on,
that a talented artisan painted these toe nails,
that her aunt treated her to a pedicure,
that they had the luxury of time to spend on this treat
that God decided, before we were born to arrange all of this, so that I could take a picture and post it for all to see.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
We hosted a gathering at our lake property that had promised to be somewhat of a reunion. It seems that our Lord had other plans.
My uncle had a stroke about a month before my mom died. Last summer we hosted a reunion at camp with my mom as the guest of honour. This year the guest of honour was to be my uncle.
It might have been the hot weather, or the hilly windy roads or the excitement, but what ever it was, on the way to the outing, my uncle became ill and was returned home.
As disappointing as this was, we still had a very memorable day.
Clearly the little one enjoyed the water.
My uncle had a stroke about a month before my mom died. Last summer we hosted a reunion at camp with my mom as the guest of honour. This year the guest of honour was to be my uncle.
It might have been the hot weather, or the hilly windy roads or the excitement, but what ever it was, on the way to the outing, my uncle became ill and was returned home.
As disappointing as this was, we still had a very memorable day.
Clearly the little one enjoyed the water.
Haunting Reminder
The Price of Progress
The price of progress is in focus as Melina Laboucan - Massimo, a member of the Lubicon Cree First Nation, speaks of the changes imposed on her First Nations family due to oil company exploration and development. Well worth the 10 minutes.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Sun Over Water
A week ago we hosted a group of acquaintances at our lake front property. While some members of this party had previously visited the property, some were visiting for the first time.
Busy with duties of entertaining and meal preparation, the time flew by for me.
Hurriedly running from one task to the next, making sure our guests were comfortable and general over-seeing of the proceedings occupied my time, while our guests shared stories and exchanged philosophies.
As the sun cast its last rays over the rippling waters, one of the guests paused to remark on the beauty of the moment. Her comment caused me to stop and reflect on the wonders of the moment.
God creates miracles everyday, I am grateful for the eyes of my friend who turned my attention to this gift.
Busy with duties of entertaining and meal preparation, the time flew by for me.
Hurriedly running from one task to the next, making sure our guests were comfortable and general over-seeing of the proceedings occupied my time, while our guests shared stories and exchanged philosophies.
As the sun cast its last rays over the rippling waters, one of the guests paused to remark on the beauty of the moment. Her comment caused me to stop and reflect on the wonders of the moment.
God creates miracles everyday, I am grateful for the eyes of my friend who turned my attention to this gift.
Someday
Recently, one of my daughters suggested that I read the book, "Some Day This Pain will Be Useful to You" by Peter Cameron.
A modern coming of age story, told by a teenager with a wry sense of humour, this book captured my imagination and held my interest from page one.
If you are looking for a quick summer read, consider Peter Cameron's offering...you will not be disappointed.
A modern coming of age story, told by a teenager with a wry sense of humour, this book captured my imagination and held my interest from page one.
If you are looking for a quick summer read, consider Peter Cameron's offering...you will not be disappointed.
Time Out
Three years ago I invited a friend and colleague to spend some time away from the stresses of family, work and living.
At long last, tonight, we left work, stopped for groceries and spent an evening enjoying the lake, taking in the sunset, sharing stories and having a couple laughs.
These moments are too few and too fleeting. When we parted we spoke of plans to do it all again, one day...soon.
At long last, tonight, we left work, stopped for groceries and spent an evening enjoying the lake, taking in the sunset, sharing stories and having a couple laughs.
These moments are too few and too fleeting. When we parted we spoke of plans to do it all again, one day...soon.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Legacy
There is a Jewish tradition of leaving a legacy document.
This 'ethical will' does not deal in financial or property matters, but rather it is the gift of wisdom and good wishes. It tells others what we stand for and what we think is important. It can also offer guidance to the recipient.
Once the ethical will is written, it can often also shape the life of the writer, because it helps to clarify values and morals.
What would you write in your ethical will? What are your words of wisdom to share with the next generation?
This 'ethical will' does not deal in financial or property matters, but rather it is the gift of wisdom and good wishes. It tells others what we stand for and what we think is important. It can also offer guidance to the recipient.
Once the ethical will is written, it can often also shape the life of the writer, because it helps to clarify values and morals.
What would you write in your ethical will? What are your words of wisdom to share with the next generation?
Perspective
One of our soccer players is from another culture. Her mother wears their traditional dress and speaks very little English. The daughter translates for us.
At soccer games and practices, my 'traditional dress' is a pair of soccer shorts and a Winnie the Pooh t-shirt. I have t-shirts that match the many soccer team colours that I have had over the years.
Recently, our little friend commented to my daughter, "Your mother dresses funny."
I am sure that in her eyes, my fashion sense for soccer is 'funny', but I cannot imagine the comments from friends and family if I were to dress as our friend's mother does.
At soccer games and practices, my 'traditional dress' is a pair of soccer shorts and a Winnie the Pooh t-shirt. I have t-shirts that match the many soccer team colours that I have had over the years.
Recently, our little friend commented to my daughter, "Your mother dresses funny."
I am sure that in her eyes, my fashion sense for soccer is 'funny', but I cannot imagine the comments from friends and family if I were to dress as our friend's mother does.
The Darndest Things
Art Linkletter said that "Kids do the darnedest things."
At soccer practice one of the little girls commented that there was hail on the field.
The coach explained, "That is not hail, it is fertilizer to help the grass grow."
"Well," replied our friend, "It doesn't taste very good."
At soccer practice one of the little girls commented that there was hail on the field.
The coach explained, "That is not hail, it is fertilizer to help the grass grow."
"Well," replied our friend, "It doesn't taste very good."
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Ended Too Soon
It is rare to find a piece of fiction, so intriguing that with the turning of each page, came not only curiosity but a pang of regret that I was too soon approaching the end of this piece.
Such it was with Fall of the Giants, the latest work of fiction by Ken Follett. Set against the background of WWI and spanning the globe, the characters in this novel leapt off the page and into my imagination.
I eager await the next instalment of the trilogy.
Such it was with Fall of the Giants, the latest work of fiction by Ken Follett. Set against the background of WWI and spanning the globe, the characters in this novel leapt off the page and into my imagination.
I eager await the next instalment of the trilogy.
The Invited Guest
I have known my friend for just under five years, as it was five years ago that he became our parish priest. In this short time he has become a friend and confidant to me, my husband and even my family.
Thus as his anniversary date approached I invited him to spend the day with us. It is wedding season, and he did have a rehearsal later that afternoon, so with those parameters in mind, my husband and I planned and prepared a leisurely lunch and mid-afternoon desert.
He and my husband even found time to cruise the lake in our boat, checking out some of the houses along the lake shore.
Of course, any time at camp is always too short.
But as our guest left, the bonds of friendship further strengthened, we agreed that he was welcome back any time.
Thus as his anniversary date approached I invited him to spend the day with us. It is wedding season, and he did have a rehearsal later that afternoon, so with those parameters in mind, my husband and I planned and prepared a leisurely lunch and mid-afternoon desert.
He and my husband even found time to cruise the lake in our boat, checking out some of the houses along the lake shore.
Of course, any time at camp is always too short.
But as our guest left, the bonds of friendship further strengthened, we agreed that he was welcome back any time.
The Uninvited Guest
It seems that St. Francis sent company to visit.
During our leisure time at the cottage, I was asked to go into the camp to get a set of keys.
At the doorway of the bedroom, I was greeted by a tan coloured snake with brown spots. Never in my time at the cottage had I ever encountered such a guest in the building. I did, what any fainted-hearted female would do when faced with adversity...I screamed. Apparently my scream was not too loud as my daughter who was outside, did not hear me.
However, it alerted my husband who is still recovering from surgery. My knight in shining armour came to my rescue, but with just one good leg, it soon became apparent that he would need my assistance. So with the help of a stick, I ushered our guest towards the front door and my husband, using another stick, helped the snake regain his freedom. I am sure that if someone had a camera they would have captured some pretty humourous moments.
During our leisure time at the cottage, I was asked to go into the camp to get a set of keys.
At the doorway of the bedroom, I was greeted by a tan coloured snake with brown spots. Never in my time at the cottage had I ever encountered such a guest in the building. I did, what any fainted-hearted female would do when faced with adversity...I screamed. Apparently my scream was not too loud as my daughter who was outside, did not hear me.
However, it alerted my husband who is still recovering from surgery. My knight in shining armour came to my rescue, but with just one good leg, it soon became apparent that he would need my assistance. So with the help of a stick, I ushered our guest towards the front door and my husband, using another stick, helped the snake regain his freedom. I am sure that if someone had a camera they would have captured some pretty humourous moments.
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