Okay, So I am NOT an Total Failure

I am finally finding the time and courage to face my blog again. Hello! It's been a while old friend. I re-read my resolutions for 2011, and surprisingly I am not doing so badly. There are some hits and some definite misses, but the beauty of October is, there is still two months to finish the rest. Here's an update:

1. Work to either change my habit of procrastinating or to accept it. I haven't decided yet. I am still undecided... but I still have 2 months.

2. Feed my family really well. Okay,so I may have missed the mark on blogging at least 2 new recipes a month, I have been trying new recipes, and I will release them in a volume. As far as Olivia's explorations in the food world, she is now a full fledged eating machine. Despite my best efforts to introduce her to things like tofu and veggies early on, she has inevitably become her own person, with her own, very picky tastes - sigh.

3. Write. Epic fail.

4. Enjoy the hell out of my last 4 months of maternity leave. I want to spend as much time as possible with my sweet little babe. Reading her stories, playing guitar for her, and generally loving her to bits! I want to keep on volunteering. I am currently working in the nursery at church, helping with worship services and working at the community thrift store. Check, check, double check!

5. Get out and do stuff. I feel like there is still some room for improvement on this one, but I have been making a concious effort, enduring some rather painful community events, along with some awesome ones!

6. Give my dreary blog a face lift.

7. Facebook less and face time more. This has been done, but I am still missing some of my amazing Calgary friends. Now that we are living in the sticks we don't see them as much as we would like.

8. READ... CHECK!

9. Walk and cycle more. Yes, I got a chariot this summer, so we did some biking late in the season (mainly errands and grocery shopping) and we get out for a walk at least twice a week now that I am back at work.

10. Support local business as much as it is feasible to do so. Check mark!

11. Play, listen too and enjoy music as much as I used too. This includes expanding my record collection by at least 3 records off of my must have list this year. Woops, there are still two months left.

12. Grow something for my family. Well, I had the best of intentions, but mainly I ended up growing food for the creatures small and furry. For the 6 weeks of summer we ate more lettuce than we could stand, and then the local wildlife discovered my garden and engorged themselves on beans, beet tops and baby zucchinis. In the end, the only harvest that I really enjoyed were the lettuce, parsley and tomatoes!

13. Get more involved in my church community. Ugh, check this one to a fault. I am now the Children's Ministry Coordinator at my church, and have not been to an entire service since May!

14. Channel my inner domestic goddess again! I miss her!... I still haven't found her yet. We had some wonderful new neighbours move in next door and she frequently reminds me that "housekeeping never keeps, hugs and kisses do!"

15. Find some sort of employment that makes a difference in the world. A vocation where I can make the world a better place for at least one person, and also recieve a paycheck. Again, I have overcommitted myself. I now have three jobs and am interviewing for my fourth tomorrow. Clearly I am going to need to make a decision if I get this job tomorrow, but I love all of my other jobs so much.... even though the paycheck thing isn't really there yet.

16. UGh....

Can I add number 17 to my list of resolutions in October? Well I just did.

17. PRAY.

Oooooolivia

This morning Olivia tried cheerios as finger food for the first time. She held the cheerio between her fingers and looked at it from every possible angle before finally testing it out and she loved it! Another first... I have been cutting bananas into impossibly small peices for about a week and leaving them on Olivia's high chair tray to see if she would accept it as finger food. While she likes banana, it was just too slippery. This morning I had the bright idea, what if I coat the tiny banana pieces in dry baby cereal before offering them to her and success. High five for ingenuity! She was able to pick them up, no problem and get them in her mouth.

In another note, I had an idea last night for a children's story about a little girl who always got hand-me-down shoes, but her mother made up great stories to go along with each pair that make the little girl excited to wear them. It's call Maisie and the Magical Shoes. So far I have 2 ideas for types of shoes and stories to go along with, sandals which belonged to an amazonian princess and winter boots that the child of a famous explorer wore while exploring the North Pole.

Mmmm Curry...

Curry Apple Beef... one of my own creations!

1 lb stewing beef
1 1/2 c water
1 tsp butter
3 apples
2 tbsp yellow curry powder
1-2 cloves of garlic
1/2 tsp sea salt
a pinch of cinnamon

Cube beef and brown in 1 tsp of butter for a about 4 mins. It doesn't need to be fully cooked as it will finish cooking as it stews. Add water. Peel and chop apples and add them to the pot. Bring to a boil for 15 mins. Turn it down to simmer and add the remained of the ingredients. Simmer for an hour.

I served this delectible creation with fragrant rice and steamed cauliflower that I tossed in butter and nutmeg.

Olivia tried an interesting baby food combo last night that even Phil liked! Sweet potatoe, avocado and banana puree. It sounds rather awful, but Olivia loved it, and it had a surprisingly enjoyable texture. It wasn't as well recieved as mashed peas (her all time favorite) but she still ate it.

WORDS

RESOLVE... I hate that word. I know I was rather cavalier with the use of that word in my last blog post. In fact, I even put it in the title. Today I am wondering where is the woman who started this blog? She was full of resolve. Her resolve was emblazoned across the title of her blog. Where is the resolved woman who wrote "With my own two hands... acknowledging the state of the world and my place in it, I have decided to take responsibility for my actions. With my own two hands I will change my life, I will change my attitude, and I will change the world." And what have I changed?

Perhaps not much.

But let this be said, I have been changed.

First of all, let me add a number 16 to my list of new year's resolutions. Rewrite my blog heading. It is rather lame and slightly naive. Second of all, let it be known that I have been changed by the most basic, yet epic moments of human development. The power of words is easy to underestimate. Yet, words have saved and slain, simultaneously changed the course of history and captured it in books. Today my little Olivia shared her first words with the world. The joy I had in that moment was this blissful combination of pride and awe. This tiny little being that I birthed into this world gained the ability to speak! Just seven months ago she was this tiny little creature clinging to me for life and now she is a slightly less tiny creature who can say two words, "Mama" and "Dada". I caught this moment on camera and have put it on facebook, my level of excitement was borderline embarrassing, but I am glad that my reaction is also on tape. If you haven't checked it out yet, go do it now!

Suffice to say, that this was one of those changing moments for me. The world is a great, complex and beautiful place worthy of saving once again...

Resolved

I have been milling over what I would like to resolve in 2011 and here is my list. Some are peculiar, some trivial and others will likely be on my list of New Year's resolutions for the next 20 years. So here goes...

1. Work to either change my habit of procrastinating or to accept it. I haven't decided yet.

2. Feed my family really well. This may seem a little odd, but I really think that eating well has an immense impact on our health, our overall enjoyment of life and the environment. As a part of this I will aim to try at least 2 new recipes a month and blog about them. I will also include some of the more enjoyable moments of Olivia's journey into the gastro world.

3. Write. I am working on a collection of short stories which currently consists of random scribbles on scrap paper and about 4 unfinished pieces. I hope to finish at least 5 stories this year, whether or not anything comes of them is entirely moot. I also want to blog and write at least one children's story. In addition I plan to write mroe cards and letters.

4. Enjoy the hell out of my last 4 months of maternity leave. I want to spend as much time as possible with my sweet little babe. Reading her stories, playing guitar for her, and generally loving her to bits! I want to keep on volunteering. I am currently working in the nursery at church, helping with worship services and working at the community thrift store.

5. Get out and do stuff. I want to be a member of my lovely little community of Didsbury.

6. Give my dreary blog a face lift.

7. Facebook less and face time more.

8. READ... and educate myself in general. It should be noted that so far I am doing a smashing job at this one. I read to Olivia almost every night and have renewed my love of children's literature.

9. Walk and cycle more.

10. Support local business as much as it is feasible to do so.

11. Play, listen too and enjoy music as much as I used too. This includes expanding my record collection by at least 3 records off of my must have list this year.

12. Grow something for my family. Last year I grew herbs, pumpkins, strawberries, peas, onions, and zuchinis. While my crop my a little stunted by the August snowfall (I ended up with teeny, tiny everything) it still made me feel like a woman of the earth to be able to grow my own food.

13. Get more involved in my church community.

14. Channel my inner domestic goddess again! I miss her!

15. Find some sort of employment that makes a difference in the world. A vocation where I can make the world a better place for at least one person, and also recieve a paycheck.

Changing Reality

For the writer of a blog that officially has only one follower I have and alarming measure of guilt for not writing since the middle of last year. Sigh. I have landed back on earth, once again, after a simultaneously dreamy and sleepless 6 months. 2010was quite a year in the Boucher household. We joyfully welcomed little Olivia into our family in July and have spent the last 6 months as parents, if you can believe that! Needless to say it has been a little hectic.

Before having Olivia, I so looked forward to my maternity leave, mostly because it meant our baby would finally be here with us, but also because I was excited to be, at least for one year, a stay at home wife and mother. Maternity leave has not exactly been what I expected, it has been full of joys, but also struggles. I am more than happy to be at home with my little girl, but I always had the comfort of knowing that I had a career, changing the world with a great organization and a comfortable salary to return too. Unfortunately that changed in November when, out the blue, I was fired. First of all, let me say this, not only it is illegal to fire a woman while she is on maternity leave, it is morally reprehensible. Apparently my job had become redundant, whatever that means.

Having a new baby put me into this strange emotional high. A bliss I had never experienced before in my life. I cried for joy on a daily basis (honestly I blame the happy breast feeding hormones). The world all the sudden became this great and amazing place where nothing bad could possibly happen because a child this great had entered it. Getting fired sort of burst that bubble. Oh right, bad things can happen.

I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't devastated about losing my job. And lying further if I didn't say my employer handled it badly and caused me much unnecessary hurt. But I am letting go, slowly. All this to say that my plans have changed out of necessity. I now live in this world of uncertainty. I have no idea where I will be when my maternity leave comes to an end. I really want to be excited about the possibility of change, and at times I truly am but being a parent brings this whole new and startling sense of responsibility. This is all part of my changing reality.

I hope a few months from now this experience becomes one of those delightful anecdotes that expound upon the adage "from everything bad comes something good."

Truthfully, I didn't intend for this blog entry to become a rant about getting fired, I still respect my former employer and the work that they do, I guess I just needed to vent. What a downer I have become. I intended this entry to be about my resolutions for changing myself and the world in 2011 and an overview of my amazing 2010. Perhaps I am not quite ready to let go of 2010... All of this venting and the midnight feedings have left me a little tired, give me some time, the resolutions will come.

Wishing you a year of peace and possibility!

Melissa

Self Absorbed

Oy, I just realised that I have not blogged in ages. Perhaps this is proof of the fact that I have been entirely self absorbed lately. Pregnancy does this to a woman, it draws her completely inward. I wonder if it is just preparation for the vow of selflessness she is about to take when she becomes a mother. There isn't a minute of the day when I am out of touch with my body. I am constantly rubbing my growing belly. Rubbing my swollen ankles. Obsessing over what my labour will be like. Will I ever come back down to earth?

2012

Carpe Diem for Eternity!

Now that I have officially been invited to join the Facebook group "2012 is not the end of the world" about a million times, I feel poised to comment. Many thought streams float through my brain as I contemplate the possibilities. Admittedly, I am in the full throngs of what the "What to Expect" books call 'baby brain' I find myself thinking, in my profound capability to string together words, if 2012 were the end of the world, would it really be the end of the world? Obviously a redundant sentence, of course the earthly realm that we identify with our physical senses would cease to exist, but what about the rest of it? Heaven, the mystic, even the social order of humanity. Even if humanity did not exist in a physical sense, surely all of these things that have no tangible physical construct would still be out there. But then that begs the question, if a tree falls in the woods and there is no one there to hear it, does it really make a sound? What good are ideas, social order, and religion if there is no one left to live them? What if the 'real world' has nothing to do with the world at all? So now I am left with a dilemma; to carpe dium or not carpe dium.

When I was a kid I really struggled with the division of reality, constructed reality (TV, social constructions) and my active dream and play world. At about 7 I remember facing real crises that I could not articulate to any of the grown ups in my life about whether or not the situations I was facing were a dream, a constructed reality or actual reality. Figuring out the divide between real and imaginary is a natural part of growing up, but admittedly my life circumstances exasterbated a part of childhood that for most is a blip where they realize Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy are social constructions, not real beings. My neice Shae stayed with me this summer and I remember her asking on several occasions whether people, or things existed in the "really world" or not. For example, I remember her asking me if "Han-tana" short for Hannah Montana was a girl in the "really world" or not. When looking through some video's of a friend's vacation on Facebook there was one clip of a jellyfish that was completely see through, and she couldn't believe that the jellyfish was a part of the really world and Han-tana was not. The really world is a confusing place indeed.

I am thankful for this confusing time in my childhood, while I never held onto any irrational beliefs in fairytale characters, it certainly helped me to hold onto something that I think many people lose. I am really 2 Melissa's. The first Melissa is tied to the earth, going to work, baking cookies, blogging, and the other Melissa is somewhere in the clouds. Cloudy Melissa says, of course the real world has nothing to do with the world. I don't think I would be able to get up and face the world each day if I thought the world was just what I could see. Cloudy Melissa is living for eternity! Earthy Melissa is harder to persuade, she runs the show 90% of the time, rarely acknowledging the mystic, or imagination, but she does get to see nature and humanity in all of its beauty and spledor. Earthy Melissa wishes she'd seize the day more

Is it really this simple?

Life is a miracle. When I began to learn the science of reproduction I began to understand really how many pieces have to come together at the exact same moment in order for life to form. How does it happen so often "by accident"? The truth is, I think we (humans) have very little to do with process - I know what you are thinking and let me stop you there - we are the process, I will admit that! I am creation.

Part of me just can not fathom how a God, who can see the ineptitudes of human beings, namely those of myself, would ever allow me to carry a life and eventually give birth to and raise a child of his creation. The whole journey of becoming a parent, for me anyhow, has been one of reconciliation with God. There is a new dynamic to our relationship that, as with many qualities of a relationship with God, is difficult for me to articulate. God has entrusted me with his most precious creation, and for the first time I truly feel as though God trusts me. It is as though God is teaching me faith by example, not only is He asking me to have faith in Him, He is asking me to have faith in myself.

It is still hard for me to believe that I am only 5 months into the journey, and have not even held my child yet and all of these feelings are coming to life inside of me that I never thought myself capable of bearing. Already, I love this child beyond reason. I am simultaneously aware of how perfectly and imperfectly suited to the role of motherhood I truly am and have founds peace with this reality.

Not divisible by two...

For the first time in our marriage Phil and I are learning the real meaning of making decisions together. We have met the first reality in our marriage that really isn't divisible by two. To be honest, we really sift through all of areas in our life and seperate the tasks, Phil acknowledges that Oliver is really mine, I walk him, feed him, bathe him, cuddle him, and I am sort of the house manager, I deal with the bills, and organize the household chores. Phil has his share of responsibilities. He is sort of our "social coordinator," he plans our vacations (mutually agreed upon of course), weekend camping trips, makes plans with friends, he also takes care of our vehicles, nags the landlord when things need to be repaired, and works a lot of hours during the week.

Our new reality is the impending arrival of our first child. While I am carrying the baby, his opinions of my and the baby's health and well being are valid, and I am learning to listen to his warnings of "honey, you really shouldn't be lifting that" or "I think you are working too many hours" are things that I really need to listen too, even though I may not always like what I hear. All of the sudden, decisions about my health and my body, are a corporate matter. Beyond that, I am learning that simple decisions about cloth versus disposable diapers need to be made mutually to avoid ridiculous arguments.

I am constantly surprised by things that are important to him with regards to our child, as I am sure he is surprised by things that are important to me. The chapter of our marriage where our life is divisible by two is quickly coming to an end. I am still in awe of the fact that there is a tiny baby growing inside of me. I am further awestruck by the fact that this baby, that is kicking me like crazy, is created equally of parts of me and Phil. At this time in my life I am reminded first of all, how quickly nine months can go by, and secondly, that creation is an ongoing process. Not only is God creating new life, he is constantly making old things new again. A little over half way through our pregnancy and our same old marriage (if I can say that after 2 years) is completely new.

Adventure.

Action

I realize that I have become stuck in a cycle of talking about changing the world, but actually taking very little action on the subject. For a living I am a volunteer coordinator for an international development organization, I constantly try to get people excited about chaning the world and provide them with concrete action paths to make an actual difference... so, this question should be a no brainer for me right? Then why am I hitting a wall here? Maybe I need to hear it from someone else... What can I do to change the world?

The Rest of the World

When I say "The Rest of the World" what I really mean is the 20% of the earth's population who live in relative prosperity. The 20% who drive economic, political and social change. The 20% who consume 90% of the world's resources. The 20% who cause more than 90% of the world's pollution and ecological desparity. The 20% who largely close their eyes to the 80% who have not.

And what about this 80%? They are the bottom 6 billion, the rest of the world says that they do not count. The rest of the world make decisions in their daily lives that decrease the access to clean water, nutritious food and education to the bottom 6 billion. What does the rest of the world do with the poorest of the poor? They keep the very bottom 1 billion, the poorest of the poor, in abject poverty.

I am the rest of the world and I am sorry for what I have done.

Forgive me for my ignorance, my willfull blindness and my cruelty. Amen.

New Life

My life is unfolding before my eyes. Your life aswell. It has been nearly 17 weeks that we have spent together, though until I heard your heart beat for the first time a couple of weeks ago, it didn't seem real. Your dad can't believe I could truthfully say such a thing. I guess he has been affected by my morning, noon and night sickness too. You are starting to bulge in my stomach, and this thrills me and at the same time makes me a little sad. You are no longer "our little secret," you now have this very strange, public identity protuding under my shirt. One thing I can tell you is that your father and I, are enamoured by you already!

I have started to dream about you, about the exciting life you will lead and the great moments we will share as a family.

I wonder who you will be when you grow up. I pray that I will be a good parent, teacher and friend to you. I wonder how the world you grow up in will have changed from the world I grew up in. I hope that you will have the courage and passion to embrace the world with the adventurous spirit that I have never been able to muster. I hope that you will get to see the world, beyond what I am able to show you. I pray that you will encounter each person you meet with compassion, grace and love. I hope that you inherit your father's sense of humour and love of nature, but also my creativite spirit and love of home. I worry about the world we are bringing you into, I hope we can be examples to you of how the world can be changed for the better. Most of all, I pray that whoever you become, you are happy.

With my multitudes of hopes, prayers and worries for you, the one thing that I am not worried about is being able to love you enough, because I love you beyond reason already and you are just a tiny flicker of life in my belly. I can't wait to meet you dear child, I know that you will be worth the journey.

With love,

Mom

Not a natural disaster...

Way back when, in 1994 when I was in Elementary school I remember hearing about the 7.0 magnitude earthquake that shook the Northridge area of California. I remember seeing the scenes of overpasses dropped onto traffic below, pavement cracked revelaing deep crevasses in the earth and buidlings turned to rubble. I remember thinking, this was devastation. In 1994 California had a population of 32.5 million people. 61 people died in the earthquake and more than 8700 people were injured. Until the recent disaster in New Orleans, it was the most expensive natural disaster in recorded history that ever occured in the US.

Just last week a 7.0 magnitude earthquake hit the country of Haiti. Haiti has a population of 9.7 million. More than 200 000 people in Haiti are dead, thousands more are missing and reports of the injured are now in the millions. The images that are burned in my brain are not those of demolished buildings and cracked pavement, they are images of the mass graves, piles of bodies and streets filled with injured.

This is not a natural disaster. This is the result of extreme poverty. God hear our prayers.

I will refuse to hate because I know that love can do a better job.

I wrote this entry late December, but for some reson never posted it. Perhaps it is because words written into cyber space in some way hold people accountable to what they publish (insert sarcastic eye rolling smiley here). Part of me just thinks that I forgot. Whatever the reason, accidental, subconcious or fully concious, here it is for the world to see... my new year's resolution!

I am passionate. Too often that passion turns to anger, outrage and disappointment. I get frustrated because I feel that people are missing the point. We're here (on earth) to love God, love ourselves and love our neighbours as ourselves. This purpose has the power to change the world. The reality of the situation is that when my passion turns into anger I am missing the point. The other people, the source of my anger and disappointment, all of the sudden become irrelevant. My anger becomes my impotence.

Anger purvades what I feel is my very purpose for being on this earth. It pollutes my relationship with God and even my marriage. So why do I let it win so often?

I know every trendy "change-the-worlder" spouts off Bono quotes, but in this case, I feel vindicated in sharing a 'Bonoism'. In a recent speech Bono said he was inspired by the words of Dr. Martin Luther King and paraphrased a often quoted section of Dr. King's 'I have a dream speech' into a concise and poignant statement, In Bono's words, "I Refuse to hate, because I know love can do a better job." (SIDE NOTE: you can find a link to Bono's speech on my facebook page and in my links section to the far right).

Love can do a better job. In my blog description I made a commitment to change my life and change the world. So this mantra has become my New Year's resolution. In 2010 I will let love do a better job.

Putrid Humanity

Dear readers,

I fear that my blog does not provide a fair representation of my true human condition. My blog seems entirely too hopeful, entirely too positive and upbeat. Far too often I am in a foul mood, full of desperation, even anger. Somehow, in these times I am able to keep myself from putting finger to key. You can be assured that I am not always optimistic about the state of the world, not always upbeat about the (comparatively small) trials and tribulations that I face. It is not until the dust settles, and I am able to put a creative, positive spin on the events of my life that I dare tell anyone about the foulness, the putridity of being human that invades my soul on a regular basis.

A while back, I blogged about my grandmother's funeral, about the beautiful sprinkling of first snow that crowned the morning. If I were to have written that entry the same day of the funeral it would have sounded a lot different. My mother was driving me nuts. I had no patience for my husband, who fidgeted through the long catholic church service. My feet were cold and I was miserable. The funeral was nearly unbearable for me. My father was there. I hadn't seen him in 17 years. My uncle had asked him to stay away from us, so he made a childish game of "escaping" every time we would be within 15 feet of each other, and then looking at us forlornly, almost angrily when no one was looking. He was pathetic, almost sheepish, this man that had so much power when I was the child and he was the abuser. It made me hate him even more.

Hate is one of those conditions of putrid human nature that beguiles me. Part of me would like to believe that in this situation, Jesus, in his righteous power, would have responded by zapping him into oblivion, turning him into dust or something along those lines. Another part of me wonders if Jesus would have felt pity on this pathetic form of a man. I certainly did, and acknowledging this feeling only made me angry with myself. I only have a snapshot from which to judge this man, a glimpse of a childhood horror. Jesus can see him as a small boy, abused, ashamed, hurting. Jesus can see him as a man broken, addicted, ashamed. Every time I feel I have forgiven and forgotten this man, I am reminded that forgiveness is not a one time thing, put the nail in the coffin, it's gone now. It sickens me that I must forgive him, over and over and over. Jesus forgives me over and over and over.

To be entirely fair. It was not all terrible either. We left the funeral reception early. My husband, a man whose compassion for an often unruly wife astounds me, was in fine form that day. Without a word being spoken, he grabbed my warm boots from the trunk, drove me back to my grandmothers grave site, and held my hand as we walked across the snowy graveyard to where she was laid to rest. This was the moment that I blogged about. From his compassion I was able to pull some glimmer of hope and grace from this moment.

Perhaps, that is just who I am. I hold on to things, mull them over then finally extract some grain of positivity from the situation, as I try to convince myself that this new positive grasp of the situation is how I really feel. Is this habitual behavior just a coping mechanism? Have I just become adept at putting on a show? Part of me thinks this is true. The same part of me that wants my father to spontaneously combust. Another, greater, part of me believes that this is the mercy of God.

I am a perfectly imperfect example of the duality of the human condition. I am angry, a lot. I am sad often. I hold hate in my heart. I am capable of doing and saying terrible things to the people I love. I am positive. I experience moments of happiness often. Forgiveness and grace dwell in the deepest part of my being. I am capable of loving people so immensely that the world fades away. I guess this being a part of humanity, in all its putridity and beauty, is part of the journey.

Now that I have shared this with you, take heed. As you read my blog, do so with caution. Remember, at the heart of the positive words I share about my journey to change myself and change the world, is my anger, the smell of rotting flesh on battlefields of the DRC, and the faces of children that have gone hungry, been abused, and died at the hands of God's people; most importantly, remember that all of these things are washed in the light that humanity was created in the image of Christ. Amen.

Home Sweet Quonset Hut

Sometimes when we are in the vehicle, stuck in Calgary traffic, sometimes over dinner and sometimes lying in bed at night unable to sleep my husband and I dare to dream. Our dream is our glimmer of hope when we "smalltowners" are fed up of the city, can't stand the smell of smog, or are awakened by the sounds of sirens and a police chopper for the fourth time that week. We dream a realistic dream, but a difficult dream all the same. We dream of a simpler life. A life that gives more to the earth than we take. An honest life, one the requires hard work in abundance and love that overflows.

Picture this. Somewhere in Northern Saskatchewan, where the fishing is good and the seasons are wild, lies the perfect quarter section of land. The babbling of the small stream that winds through the untamed land can be heard from the porch of our quaint Quonset hut turned eco-friendly farm house (Phil's design of course). The goat kept out front keeps the lawn mowed for us, past the small red barn that houses our milk cow, and the few other animals that we raise for food, past the huge garden, and past the chicken coupe, three tall, white turbines spin ceaselessly. Behind the house, adjacent to our root cellar are the solar panels and utility shed, which houses our water pump and power storage apparatus. Phil, of course is out fishing for the day, and I am undoubtedly in my marvelous kitchen baking something delicious! All we can smell in this dream is hay, the wood crackling in the fire place, the clothes drying on the line and whatever I am baking that day. Sigh, this is our version of bliss.

I am going to post some pictures of Quonset huts to give you the "full effect." Basically Quonset huts are half cylinders made of corrugated steel, often used for industrial purposes as in the photo below:



As you can see from the following picture, people have been transforming cold steel industrial into energy efficient homes for years...



Is it bad that I actually miss the smell of manure being spread on the fields? I miss small town life, though I do enjoy the abundance of Vietnamese restaurants and Shawarma Hut's in Calgary, Phil and I both yearn for a place where no one has ever heard of a shawarma, or Pho, where the only sounds you can hear is the rumbling of a tractor and crickets. This is our dream of a better life!

Sigh, Lumby calling to the rest of the world...

Love is in the Air!

I have an intuition that love is inherently learned. It must be. It is not something that need be taught, but experienced. The truth must be that you can not love until you have been loved. God who formed you in your mother's womb, loved you before you even came into existence. Your mother, when you were first born, held you in her arms loved you. Your grandmother, who went to your Christmas concert, she loved you. We are given love and the ability to love from moments like these.

It's one of those days. I can't help but tell the whole world that I am in love. It is easy to neglect your spouse and ignore all the little things that you truly love about them. I am frequently reminded of how in love I am with Phil in very peculiar moments. I had one of those glimmering love moments today. The picture above is our lovely little dog Ollie, I guess you could call this his "baby picture" he is about 5 times the size now, weighing in at a whopping 7 pounds. I am not one of those purse dog people, but because we live in a condo, we could only have a small dog at this point. But Ollie is awesome, he can run more than 40 km per hour (which is a funny story, remind me to tell it sometime), he is a great hiker and an avid camper... and best of all, he can also kick it on the farm! Anyway, all of my little dog disclaimers aside, I love Ollie! Though my husband doesn't admit to loving Ollie very often, he does it in subtle ways. Today I overheard Phil having a heart to heart with Ollie about why he had to stay upstairs while I was working downstairs. It was an awesome moment! It reminded me that, under the gruff exterior Phil is really just a big softy.

In a related rant, I think that love, in general and in specific, holds great power in heaven and on earth. It fights all of those culturally whorish behaviors that dwell inside of us all. It fills the void we try to fill with sex, stuff and drugs. Love propels to us pursue great dreams. It helps us to realize amazing goals (like changing the world). Love gives us confidence to face the day as our authentic selves. Most importantly, love motivates us to give. I can say with an honest heart that I love my sponsored children, Alvaro is from Guatemala and Mamello is from South Africa. All I have of them are pictures on my fridge and few letters that I have sent to them. But I love them!

So love, love so that others may be blessed.

Christmas?

It has been difficult to get into the Christmas spirit this year. My husband and I are usually anticipating setting up the tree before the halloween decorations even go up. November 1st is our normal Christmas decorating day, we dispose of jack-o-laterns and set up the tree, but that did not happen this year. As I set up the Christmas tree last night, fussing with the lights, that would periodically work and then blink and then not work at all, I was feeling very sorry for myself. I kept thinking God, why can't anything ever go right in my life. Why don't these stupid lights work. Can you just give me a break here God?

Alas these questions were not answered concretely, but I did find myself feeling rather foolish for being so sorry for myself. I work for World Vision, each day I see the profiles of literally thousands of children around the world who, in the current global economic condition, are worried about where their next meal is going to come from. Children living with horrible sickness, unable to get the life saving medical attention they need. God's reply in conversations such as these never comes to me in words, it comes to me in the form of a profound "Aha" moment.

I will admit, we have had a string of misfortune lately. My grandmother passed away, the day we returned from the funeral my husband was fired from his job, we both got a very serious case of the flu, my flu progressed into an aggressive lung infection, Phil still doesn't have a job, I start my second job tomorrow, I am exhausted already. All those things suck, but that said, we do have a lot to be thankful for. My husband's job wasn't really that great anyway, and we are learning a valuable lesson about life on a budget, I am getting better with the help of several medications, and my new job isn't really all that difficult, and it is with a great organization, the Salvation Army, so it is going to further my career in the long run. I am thankful. And I do feel like an idiot for my little "episode" yesterday.

Things are tough all over. Feeling sorry for myself isn't going to change our circumstances. Feeling sorry for the 58 children from the developing world who died from poverty related causes while I typed this blog post isn't going to change anything either. Hard work will make a difference. Moments like this help renew my spirit, ignite my passion for creating global change and remind of the true heart of Christ. I have a reason to be hopeful, as I remember why Jesus was sent to earth all of the temporal circumstances that I am facing fade to the background where they belong, and my true calling resurfaces in the foreground. I celebrate that hope. I guess there is some intrinsic value to feeling sorry for myself after all, I learned the true meaning of Christmas. Happy Advent everyone!

The Earth Rebelled

I went home to the Okanagan for my grandma's funeral a little over a week ago and wanted to share some of my experience. I feel better writing about it now that I have had some time to grieve. My grandma was very connected to the earth, as I shared in my last post, she had an insationable green thumb. The morning of the funeral we woke up to an unseasonal snowstorm. The first snowfall. My grandma loved the first snowfall. At the burial if felt as if the whole earth was rebelling, mourning the death of our matriarch with us. The funeral flowers, red and white roses, were dusted in a fine sprinkling of beautiful sparkling snow flakes. The large mound of dirt that stood beside her grave sparkled as the sun poked through the clouds.

The funeral service was difficult, but very honoring to my grandmother's memory. Her casket was just as she would have chosen - baby blue with bright metallic flecks. Her eyes were beautiful bright blue! At the funeral my uncle graciously allowed me to read a eulogy to my grandmother.

I miss her, but I am doing much better! Thank you all for your prayers and warm wishes.