January is different this year. There is very little snow, above average temperatures, and confused crocus and daffodil bulbs poke their heads up in the flower garden. Last year at this time we were in a deep freeze, and the snow kept falling. Now, it feels like we’ve barely had winter at all. We spend
This string of quiet days that have fallen gently, like precious pearls dropping silently on to clouds of fluffy cotton, is drawing to an end. We will spend a (not so quiet) morning at church singing, praying, listening, and worshipping. Today is the day of Epiphany, a celebration of the revelation to the Magi—gentiles—of the
I wake with anticipation: our girls arrive today! The quiet contemplation of Advent is about to give way to the joy of Christmas as seen through the eyes of a child. In these quiet, solitary, early moments of the day, I rest in gratitude. This dark December season has been a sweet one, and I
Winter arrives and, with it, the shortest day of the year—starting tomorrow, it’s downhill toward gardening season. And still, no snow. Butter tarts, a sweet Canadian treat, are happening here today and probably not much else. Winter arrives, waiting continues. Words are few.
There is a gentle cadence to these darkest days of the year. I would like to linger here for a while. We tend to little projects around home, and take drives in the short afternoons. We set up a Christmas village in anticipation of grandchildren visiting. We wrap gifts and nibble shortbread cookies. I sit in
Brown paper packages appear under the non-traditional tree. I sip caramel macchiatos in coffee shops in the afternoon. Gerry spends time in the garage with a table saw. I light three candles: for hope, peace, and joy. It gets starts to get dark at three o’clock. Shortbread calls from the freezer. Canada Post comes through. All
Glory to God in the highest Glory to God evermore Good news, great joy for all Melody breaks through the silence Christ, the Savior is born! Jesus, the love song of God! Jesus, the love song of God! Chris Tomlin, Midnight Clear (Love Song) I’m paying for a small purchase in the, surprisingly, quiet store.