Tuesday, February 28, 2017


"I hide myself in the quiet white of winter and 
nestle in her comforting folds of cold oblivion."
Terri Guillemets

It snowed again and again and I had no guilt in staying indoors out of the nasty elements.

The neighbourhood became silent and very few greetings  or friendly chatter took place, and if they they did it was in the side by side camaraderie of snow shovelling.

Blue skies were so welcome and yet I hid in the shadows of my warm house to capture winter from the lens of my camera.

Thanks goodness for Valentines and another birthday to break the chilly monotony.

Three books from a collection of one of Canada's iconic storytellers Stewart McLean, who passed away in February, were my inspiration for a birthday gift to my honey as he had so enjoyed Saturday mornings over the years with CBC's Vinyl Cafe. I think we will have some enjoyment reading these out loud, hopefully with the same slow pauses which captured the anticipation of the next phrase. 

And as the snow began to melt and before another flurry blew in, I was surprised by little tulip shoots poking out on those frigid days as if they were defying winter, determined to bring hope for the spring season to follow.

" The color of springtime is in the flowers,
 the color of winter is in the imagination."
Terri Guillemet 

Monday, January 30, 2017


Early in the morning before dawn of January 27, which is My day, I crept downstairs and started the day with a special treat of Tevanna's Winterberry Tea with Belgian rock sugar. Time to reflect on this whole aging process, and time to rest in the pleasure of my devotional book, journal and prayer.

My word to focus on this year is HOPE. Hope for a breakthrough of chronic pain and hope for a list of friends and family who are on their own difficult journeys.

Happy is the man who trusts in the Lord and has made the Lord his HOPE and confidence. He is like a tree planted along a riverbank - roots reaching deep into water, not bothered by elements bothering it. It stays green - right on producing luscious fruit.  from The Book of Psalms

Gorgeous flowers to brighten up winter

A lunch date with my honey to Old Vines restaurant at Quails Gate Winery

Butter lettuce salad, a fruity mock-tail, Duck Confit Orecchiette ( with smoked apple, shallots, pickled quince.), Salted Caramel Budino ( candied citrus, chocolate streusel, rosemary snap) and a Birthday candle

A pathway representing for me adventures in this another year
together with the love of my life.

Winter vines overlooking Okanagan Lake

Entry to our lovely city

Like a florist shop in my house

Lots of birthday greetings on Facebook, emails, phone calls and lovely cards.
This one will need some interpretation

An original watercolour card from my sister with this perfect poem inside

Hope is the Thing with Feathers
that Perches in the Soul
and sings the Songs Without the Words
and Never Stops at All.

Emily Dickinson

Let hope be your pulse
Faith in every heartbeat
Joy with every breath...

~Terri Guillemets

Saturday, December 31, 2016


At the beginning of 2016 I chose the word Gratitude as a focus for the year, and today I reread my journal of quotes, scripture, and my own thoughts and I felt so enriched.

Each morning begins at the breakfast table and right outside the window stands a Japanese Maple tree which in winter looks bleak and bare following its brilliant crimson foliage of autumn. There the scribbles began and I personalized the word GRATITUDE



Coffee mug steams in my hands and

I stare through glassy panes -

the tree always before my face,

morning rituals so ordinary.

Sparkling raindrops hang precariously like tears

while gnarled fingers cup the golden sun

warm life infusing limbs to roots.

Last seasons shrivelled leaves hang on threads, waiting,

waiting like unanswered prayers -

A wisp of air carries leaf down to snowy bed

whispering thanks.

My gratitude tree transforms my souls gaze

every morning thereafter,

no longer just a Maple.

Trudy Peters 

Now at the end of the year I saw my glass ball which hangs at the front door, with a new perspective as through it I saw my gratitude tree mimicking it's beautiful colours. The tree in the ball is the 'tree of creativity' and I give thanks for the joy I have in capturing images and piecing together humble words.

This morning, December 31st, I read these words in 2 Corinthians 5; " For God took the sinless Christ and poured into him our sins. Then in exchange he poured God's goodness into us."
That grace and goodness poured into me every day is the fuel to give me purpose, to live in hope and to acknowledge God with gratitude in my everyday life.  I desire faith, a soul gaze - a way of seeing God in everything, to focus, to be in the present until I see God's glory and give thanks.