Being Home

Clear blue skies, white mountain peaks, a daily new dusting of snow on the foothills. The views from the window are beautiful. Outside, the wind seems to have an entity of its own. It funnels through the mountains, I can hear it build, and them BOOM, it hits the little town, and our old house. The temperatures have hovered in the teens, and while we have been lucky to not loose power, we are struggling to keep the pipes from freezing. Yesterday we had frozen pipes in the afternoon, we put a blow dryer to them and got them thawed, and then the dishwasher pipes froze. We are out of silverware, so I suppose doing dishes by hand is on the agenda today.

I woke up freezing two days ago, so yesterday I splurged and bought myself one of those heated mattress pads. (You can see the dog loves it.) It is nice, even if you simply heat your bed up and then turn it off just before you crawl in. Not going to work this month does have its advantages; I think I could get very use to going slowly into the day. We’ve been making soup, sewing a little bit, trying new bread recipes, and just enjoying one of my favorite things in the whole world, simply being home.  When the weather outside is 17 degrees, home is a good place to be.

Tonight I start a brand new quilting class. I suppose it says something about me that this is my third beginning quilting class. This class I will learn how to quilt on the machine, and I just struggle with getting everything straight, so hopefully this I will master. Quilting is all about being straight and exact- I am neither one of those in my life. I am thinking perseverance is a good thing for someone as scattered as I am.  I selected my fabric in grays with a splash of red to make the class quilt for one of my daughters. I didn’t see the beauty in the colors until we started collecting them, and I am now noticing how beautiful gray is. The longer I live, the more I realize every color is just beautiful. It is all about contrast, the dark colors against the light, the depth, and the blending. A little like life I think.

What is happening at your house right now?


This Day


“God wants you to move through this day with a quiet heart, an inward assurance that He is in control, a peaceful certainty that our lives are in His hands, a deep trust in His plans and His purposes, and a thankful disposition to all He allows.”

I saw this quote on a screen-saver this week from Day Spring and it captivated me. I had just found out that day that I would be laid off for the month of February. I felt the full range of emotions and as usual, was trying to figure it all out in my head. Should I get another job? Will enrollment improve next month? How will this affect us financially? I stared at the words, and they spoke to my heart about the uncertainty I was facing. I made it the screen saver for my computer, and then went to bed. Early the next morning before the sun was even up, I had a family member tell me some surprising news. It isn’t really something we are sharing yet, but it wasn’t expected or planned and it is certainly brings many changes.  Life changes none of saw coming…     

Quiet confidence, trust and assurance that there is a plan, and a thankful disposition... this is where I tell my heart to lean towards on this day.

Linking up with Pink Saturday

River Walk

“Time is like a river, you cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment in life.“- Author Unknown

Living so close to the mountains, rivers are common here.  The town we live in was built along the river for the logging industry years ago. The local school is named after the river; it is a part of all of our lives here, just like the large mountain that we look for when the skies are clear. The White River, flows from the Emmons Glacier on Mt. Rainer down through the little towns in the foothills of Mt. Rainer, and into the valley river. Eventually the water runs into the sea.

Just about every day when my son is here for a visit, we take the dog and head down the trail for a walk to the river. The dog is happy knowing where we are going, and we visit as we walk the trail. When we finally reach the water, we are silent and simply watch it run by. It seems to be telling us so many things as it runs…

Lately the weather has been cold and foggy, the mood seems dark and even the dog prefers to stay home.  And yet, when you get to the river, energy is always there despite the weather.

There are periods of rocks and rapid flowing water. There are areas of quietness, where the water is deep. There are happy places, with little rocks and the water almost giggles as it flows gently and happily around them.

In every season we walk to the river, including the seasons of our lives. There is a comfort in the river continuing to flow. It has flowed for generations and will continue on long after we are gone, flowing from the glacier into the valley below.

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place, where the Most High dwells. God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at the break of the day.- Psalms 46:4-5   

There are so many lessons from a walk to the river…

Do you live near a river, do you enjoy walking along the river?
Linking with Still Saturday


Miracles come in moments, be ready, be willing.-Wayne Dyer

It is the first light of the first day of 2014. Every year, I climb the stairs and take a photo of the sun coming up over the mountains. If you look closely, you can see Mt. Rainer on your right.  In December, I begin to think about a word, one word, that will be my focus through the new year. This year the word moments came to me again and again.   That’s not a word for a year!  And then a student mentioned to me a book she thought I would enjoy, and she said something about moments. Hmmn….  And the word began to show up in many different places, people and ways. And so, whatever the moments may hold, it is my word for 2014. Yesterday I ran into a business acquaintance, and she ask me to go out with her to lunch.  As we ate our lunch and talked at the cafe, she reminded me of the quote on miracles (at the top of the post).  I had pinned it over at pintrest and she saw my pin. Truthfully, I didn’t even remember it. But it had jumped out to her and spoken to her to be willing for something new, to be willing for a miracle. And then, good grief, I saw this quote again, last night!

As I look back over the three photos I took, each one is a little bit different. Seconds pass in the photos, sometimes it is the way I angle of the camera. Now that the light is out more, it would different again. Every moment changes quickly, we capture them in photos, we hold them in our hearts. We look for the miracles.

Do you have a word for 2014?

Welcoming Winter

Surely every body is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a winter fire-side:

candles at four o’clock, warm hearth-rugs, tea, a fair tea-maker,

shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies on the floor,

whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without…

~Thomas De Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium-Eater

Oh Thomas, I am not sure everyone is aware of winter’s divine pleasures! At this time, much of the United States is gripped in bitter cold and ice. Our beautiful snow that covered the town in white, has turned into brown slush and gray skies. And yet, there is pleasure in the wind and rain blowing and being tucked inside your house warm. There is pleasure in making a cup of tea, reading a book with the fire softly burning beside you. Oh yes…winter does indeed have its own charms.


I have a friend who recently retired to Florida.  She loves the warmth, the ocean breezes, the summer that never ends. I can’t imagine a world without the flow of the seasons, the changes and gifts each season bring us. Winter is not my favorite season, and yet, there really is something so still, so comforting about wintertime. Winter knocks at the door today for most of us, it is announcing its arrival with ice, with cold, and rain.  Let us gather our family, put a pot of soup on the stove, and enjoy the simple pleasures of winter.

Or maybe not…  Our little guy has not found any divine pleasure in snow and the cold. It is clear that he thinks if f he screams loud enough and long enough, someone will take him out of this cold! This photo just cracks me up, I do know the feeling!:)  Give him a few years and a snow board, and I think he will find pleasure in winter.

How about you, do you enjoy winter, or do you scream out in misery?

Linking with:  Mosaic Monday