Thursday, December 29, 2011

a dog, a flowerpot, and a sunny day.

oh, and some cool crisp weather. what more could i ask for?

Monday, December 26, 2011

on christmas favors...

I didn't take many photos on Christmas day...

...but I can say that I felt a bit less like a reflection of my former self.

and there were presents (always a plus)

even the dog got her share.

( I did make it, later in the day, to my mother's house for the crazy chaos that is my family's Christmas celebration. There was catching up with old friends, and congratulations on my nephew's engagement, plus remote control tanks and helicopters, and thanks to my funny and generous brother, the gift of a camera for my daughter, the receiving of which involved an elaborate re-enactment of an old German spy movie, complete with script and costumes. Glad I didn't miss that ;)

I'm exhausted, but grateful.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

still here...

albeit a bit fuzzy around the edges...

...but ready and waiting, all the same.

But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; 
he is Christ the Lord." 
Luke 2: 10-11

(Your words and thoughts and prayers of support have meant the world to me. 
May you all be blessed, as you have blessed.)

Monday, December 19, 2011

i believe, help me in my unbelief.

still so very ill... uncertain where this is leading. perhaps this is more appropriate for the season than i realize. i am walking in darkness, waiting for light. 

"the people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned."
matthew 4:16

(p.s. for more little birds that sing a message of hope, visit elk at red or gray art)

Friday, December 16, 2011

we three kings...

"The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents."

O. Henry, from The Gift of the Magi

Wednesday, December 14, 2011


This is the message of Christmas:  We are never alone.  
~Taylor Caldwell

Monday, December 12, 2011


This is me with my dog, Snappy, in the Illinois woods, circa 1965 or so. Probably my dad took the Polaroid, forever capturing for me the coziness of a red knitted hat, the earthy crunch of oak leaves underfoot, and the lovely warmth of dog kisses on a chilly December day.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

why i am partial to stars...

i love everything red at christmastime... and i am partial to stars... 
perhaps because they sing:

In the darkness something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard. It was so beautiful he could hardly bear it. The horse seemed to like it too; he gave the sort of whinny a horse would give if, after years of being a cab horse, it found itself back in the old field where it had played as a foal, and saw someone whom it remembered and loved coming across the field to bring it a lump of sugar.

"Gawd!" said the Cabby. "Ain't it lovely?"

Then two wonders happened at the same moment. One was that the Voice was suddenly joined by other voices, more voices than you could possibly count. They were in harmony with it, but far higher up the scale: cold, tingling, silvery voices. The second wonder was that the blackness overhead, all at once, was blazing with stars. They didn't come out gently, one by one, as they do on a summer evening. One moment there had been nothing but darkness; next moment a thousand, thousand points of light leaped out: single stars, constellations, and planets, brighter and bigger than any in our world. There were no clouds. The new stars and the new voices began at exactly the same time. If you had seen and heard it, as Digory did, you would have felt quite certain that it was the stars themselves who were singing, and that it was the first Voice, the deep one, which had made them appear and made them sing.

— C.S. Lewis, from The Magician's Nephew

Friday, December 9, 2011

a red mitten

My grandmother made this ornament to celebrate my first Christmas with my husband, nearly thirty years ago. I love the bright red mitten with its gold trim and its message of togetherness. We've weathered some of life's heavy storms since those early days in our marriage, but like this little handmade ornament, we're still hanging in there.

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, 
while loving someone deeply gives you courage." 
Lao Tzu

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

on the comfort of a furry friend...

"Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone?"
Ecclesiastes 4:11

(this is also the basenji credo.)

in keeping with yesterday's theme...

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

i can dream, can't i?

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleighbells in the snow...
~Irving Berlin

Monday, December 5, 2011

okay, so it's not very christmas-y...

...but isn't it sort of miraculous in its own (slightly creepy) way?

(linking to macro monday)

Saturday, December 3, 2011

a promise...

"Listen to Me... you whom I have upheld since you were conceived, and have carried since your birth. Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you."
Isaiah 46:3-4

... and i am holding onto it.

(linking to Sunday, at Jumping Tandem)

Friday, December 2, 2011

life is a tangle, sometimes

i know the sky is out there,
wide and blue and free —
if only i could get an unobstructed