Wednesday, January 31, 2007

More Than A Bonsai #3

Bonsai Principle #3: Prepare the soil*

Bonsai trees live in arid soil. It has the appearance of health but in reality holds it little nutrients. Dark, rich soil full of nitrogen, iron, and other tree-goodness produces deep roots, strong trunks, and yummy fruit. Miracle-Gro and other fertilizers help plants meet their full potential. Wonderful news for gardeners and farmers but something bonsai growers avoid on their quest to produce miniature trees.

There is a direct correlation between plants and their soil. The old adage is true; "you are what you eat". Supersize Me reminded us it truth for us physically as producer/director/guinea pig Morgan Spurlock suffered the affects of a high fat diet. Could the same be true for our spiritual lives?

Man does not live on breath alone, but on every word that comes
from the mouth of God.

Matthew 4:4
For followers of Christ to grow, meet, and exceed the expected potential (Matthew 13:8) they must be planted in rich soil filled with all the nutrients they will ever need. We are what we eat after all. How does one enrich the soil, when the world and everything around us is keeping it dry? Bonsai believers appear to be thriving. They look good, even have a few favourite verses memorized. It’s not enough to really last, there is no substance. In our world of mixed messages, sound bites, and fast food how is one to sink in deep when we don’t even have the attention span to focus on one thing for two minutes. What are the real solutions?

*The quotes, ratios and inspiration comes from Eric Sandras’ book Buck Naked Faith published by Navpress.

Unrelated Question: Two friends mentioned that they couldn’t click the "pull" tag. Is anyone else having this trouble? The common factor was both were on apples. Anyone using an apple have access to the "pull" tag?

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Extreme Blog Make-Over

I haven’t touched my blog template since the day bowl of stew(art) was created. That was two years ago, a change was overdue. I enjoy the pull tag, but there are a few of the other features are frustrating. Since it’s new there are going to be bugs. Let me know anything you notice. I might not be able to fix it but at least I’ll know. I am not 100% sure I’ll keep this look, but for now I enjoy it.

Monday, January 29, 2007

My World At Night

The last few days I’ve been having the craziest dreams the last few nights. The crazy dreams are not really a new thing. Lately I’ve been waking at odd hours so I am just remembering them more. This morning I had one about being married to the man of my dreams (cause it was a dream ha ha ha). He was tall, dark, and hansom doctor. Don’t remember much of this one but it was a happy dream. The second was a high school setting and there was a bizarre mystery mixed with social story. As it was happening I kept thinking this would make a good story line. The sadly plot was gone by the time I was coherent enough to right it down. And third dream took place underwater and I was getting a tattoo.

This past Tuesday night I had such a vivid dream. I woke at about 4am and wrote it down while the details were fading from memory. I found it pretty interesting, but then it did star me.

The following is the best account of my odd adventure dream. It’s long so you can just skip it if you want:

It began with the clicking of a high speed typing. I was typing away on laptop working on plans for a mission trip in a tiny room with only a bed and a night table. There were a few sketches taped to the faded and peeling wallpaper. I was compiling and working with two main contact lists. There were 18 on one and 36. At the time the numbers seemed really important to remember. I was sending out emails and prayer request lists including information about the up coming trip. There was a group of people living in the two-bedroom house who were connected to the ministry but at the time I was alone the room.

As the dream continued I figured out that the country we were heading to was a restricted area and some form of that country’s secret police was hunting our group. I was the link or connection between the outside world and the underground movements within the country. Part of what I was working on was sending and reserving coded information to and from the underground. Side note: At this point I had hair just past shoulder length and it was a plain medium brunette.

A elderly white haired "trusted" woman came in to bring me tea and ask how it was going. There was something important on my screen and she just leaned over and to a glance and it. I didn’t really notice. Shortly after that the house got a phone call saying that our location had been compromised and that some of our business contacts were being rounded up for questioning. It was determined that I had to flee because I was a link and knew too much. Preparation began to abandon the house. We dyed my hair in this really dirty bathroom that had a light hanging from a long cord that swung back and forth. The white haired lady was trying to help but her shaking hands were slowing down the whole process. The colour was a plum and someone cut my hair. As this was happening I realized the only person who could have leaked the information was the kind, little, white haired lady. We had been betrayed.

A message was sent warning a trusted friend. At the same time I was making two fake contact lists for the authorities to find. The contact replied telling me to bring the information to a café with a wireless access. Then we wiped the memory. I grabbed a few things, my sketchbook, clothes, and someone else’s laptop. The white haired lady was kept preoccupied by a housemate. She had been trying to slow us down so none of us escaped before the authorities arrived. Others slipped me out of the house. As I left I knew they were all in danger and risking everything to save the information. The guy with me re-dyed since the white hair lady knew colour. It might have been an orange. We looked back and the house was on fire. I cried as we drove all night.

We parted ways because it was easier to unnoticed. I assume we ditched the car because it doesn’t come into the dream again. Like a movie, the next scene jumped to me sitting outside a café in what looks like a quaint European town. I did some things on the computer, send some emails, ate, had a cup of tea or two, all to pass the time while waiting. Once I made contact I crash at some college dorm in the city. My roommate was a punk girl with crazy hair, she dyed mine platinum blond, tattooed my leg, and pierced the cartilage of my right ear.

The next part there was a lot of moving and jumping from different landscapes and maybe even countries. The people I was with changed and the whole thing was burred and confusing. (It is a dream after all). Some times we were travelling by boat others by plane. Only thing clear was that I was on the run and trying sneak into the mystery country, which turned out to be an island. The maps of mystery country, that has no name, looked surprisingly similar to Madagascar but since this is a dream it wasn’t. At last I make it to country. Enroll at a famous art school. Email my family to let them know that I am all right. Dye my hair again. It became blue with two-inch spikes. I fit in well with all the "freaks" at art school.

Then one night I am crossing this large hall. Behind me where four stairs going up to a second level of the hall which had a large statue similar to Michelangelo’s David near the wall. The statue divided the space into two hallways. The floors were checkerboard tiling that clicked and echoed with each step. I was heading to a stairway that would take me to a foyer and the front doors. As I came to the place where I could see into the bottom area there was a man in a black trench coat waiting. Panic set in, he hadn’t noticed me yet. I had quietly walked back the way I came walked up the opposite flight of stairs and a guy (a real someone I know) was there. He motioned for me to be quiet and lead me down the side hallway into a passage and out the back door into an alleyway. We then cross some large cobblestone courtyard when we are spotted (just like the movies). He grabbed my arm and there was much running. Running, running, running. When we finally stop he asked if I was okay. I was a little shaken up. I give him the driver with tons of critical information and explain that the white haired lady was a mole. Then there was a loud noise and I woke up.

The night before I had seen Children of Men which definitely influenced the dream. There were also traces of both of the Bourne movies, Alias, and my own imagined images from reading John Grisham’s "The Broker". And that was my dream.

Friday, January 26, 2007

A Very Merry January Unbirthday:

With just three months till my 26th birthday, it is time for a Challenge 25 update:

1 –Sort of "dyed" my hair blue, experts say it counts. It was for a night and a day and there are no pictures to prove it. But for that very short time my hair was blue thanks to Kelly, Gina, and Penny.
4 –I have not snowboarded yet. Gina promised to take me but she is away. My friend Missy went snowboarding and made it to the bottom her first run without falling.
6 –Have a few dishes I’m planning to try next month. To date I’ve prepared nine dishes, only 16 to go.
8 –Currently working on Isaiah 26:8 and Psalm 27:13-14, recently learned Genesis 1:1
13 –I wrote part of Pogo and the Ice Cream Adventure out…but unsure of where I saved it.
14 –I am sketching more lately, which was the whole point of this challenge. None of them would make up a single "piece" but I am enjoying the creative out let. So I think it counts
21 –I am officially registered for His and Dis. Yippee!
23 –Completed: 25 meaningful conversations about God.
24 –Two weeks back the challenging puzzle began. It is 500 pieces of popcorn. You would not believe how many shades of white popcorn can make. So far the boarder is completed, I found a piece and one of my youth found two. This might take awhile.
25 –A friend has a mystery dinner kit and has said I can use it any time I would like. Maybe for my birthday party.

Just over half way, 13 done only 12 challenges to go

Have a very merry unbirthday!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Thankful Thursday

I got the idea of Thankful Thursdays from my friend Amy’s blog, Amy who loves lavender sparkles.

I am thankful for:
-The sunrise I witnessed this morning.
-Raspberry yogurt
-Friends who lend clothes like red jackets
-Road trips even if they are only to Halifax
-Those who are excited to become apart of the children’s ministry at our church
-Sketchbooks and art pencils
-Books that inspire me

More Than a Bonsai #2

Bonsai Principle #2: Pick an attractive pot*

For Bonsai artists choosing the right pot takes careful consideration. It must be the right size to maintain the effect. The ratio is about 80 percent tree to 20 percent container. This limits the depth of the roots and the chance of the plant receiving proper amounts of water. At the same time the pot must be pretty, showing off bonsai without being tacky, after all image is everything.

Bonsai believers plant themselves in churches and communities that are miles wide and inches deep. Real life comes from embracing the power of community. The pot we are in is more then the bricks of the church we attend. I have a little AVB (Acapella Vocal Band) playing in my head:

You can go to a building,
You can sit in a pew,
but you can't go to church,
cause the church is You.

The relationships we choose and the depth of our communities affects whether we survive or thrive. As Eric Sandras wrote, "Healthy community breeds healthy followers of Christ."

*The quotes, ratios and inspiration comes from Eric Sandras’ book Buck Naked Faith published by Navpress.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007


I saw the trailer for Miss Potter today. There was something mysterious and magical about it that made my heart sing. I wanted to go be creative right after seeing it. I did a bit of sketching, which helped. The movie excites me. I want to see it. It’s birthed the same desire I had to watching Stranger Than Fiction, which turned out to be my favorite movie of 2006. The crushing downside, Empire Theaters only has it currently playing at three theaters in all of Canada. The waiting for video begins.

Hope Farm's construction continued. There were four men from the church painting today. It looks beautiful. During a break, our sr. pastor and a few of the men were talking about what is the rooms are going to become and asking me questions about how everything will fit together. One of the men looked to Scott (sr. pastor) and said, "we have a visionary". It was the something in his tone that me feel approval and honour. I am grateful to God for bring me to my church. They believe in me, my ideas and dreams. They are willing to take the steps to see them become reality. I am blessed. I LOVE MY CHURCH!

Monday, January 22, 2007

Night, Paint, and Missing

Kid’s are great. Last night at an youth rally the speaker asked the rhetorical question, "who has control of your life, you or God?" In the profound pause while we were absorbing the question a five-year-old boy just yelled out "God!" It was the best. Reminded me of that Billy Crosby show "Kid’s Say the Darndest Things".

Today the men started painting the future preschool room. I was excited about what is happening and not just because of the paint fumes. Next month the church is launching brand new ministry called Hope Farm for ages two to five. The design is based on my ideas and its neat to watch it come together. When the room is finished I’ll post pictures.

I hate losing things. Normally it is my cell phone, some times its my glasses, in the past it was my keys. Today I realized something very important to me is missing. Checked my purse, my office, my car, my house, my purse again. I am stressed. I’m out of places to look and, and, and, I hate when I lose things. I hope it turns up, I am sure it will, maybe. The situation makes me anxious. I don’t like feeling like this.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Movie Night

Just got back from a movie night at my neighbors where I was introduced to a new snack, cottage cheese and pineapples mixed together with plain yogurt. It was definitely different. It is doubtful I will just eat it again to satisfy a munchies craving. It was very interesting (interesting must be read very slowly and drawn out like so: innnn-teer-esss-tingg)

We watched Lady in the Water. It was enjoyable with its bedtime story in the modern world feel. I loved the themes and mystery that came into play. I liked that a presumed legend was reality but it took belief. I liked the characters and their connection. I like that mundane people had purpose. Only downside was focus. That was partly because the three of us talked through most of it. I also found it hard to take in the movie as it was because I was trying to think the possible twists that might happen. I was almost 100% completely wrong on all these imagined twists. Overall I liked it even when I was scared of the creatures in the grass. It wasn't what I had expected but all in all a good movie. I think I would like to own it. Definitely would see again.

Movies to add to the "Viewed in 2007 List":
End Games
Step Up
John Tucker Must Die
Lady in the Water

Which brings the total to eleven movies seen and still only three books read. For my friend who loves statistics, lists, and ratios that is about 4 to 1.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

More Than a Bonsai

Inspired by Eric Sandras’ book Buck Naked Faith, I’ve started a new topical with the youth group, looking at our journey with God in the light of bonsai horticulture. Over the next seven weeks I am going post thought from our study, it will force me to fine tune the thoughts floating in my brain. Sandras’ introduction explains that bonsai trees have the appearance of a strong, healthy tree with lush green leaves that has weathered storms. The reality is they are frail miniatures whose growth is stunted and are as dry as a desert on the inside. After reading the seven principles of bonsai maintenance Sandras shares that:

Those same principles were exactly what would encourage that hypocritical, stunted lifestyle I wanted to escape. Unfortunately, I also say how those same seven principles –appealing, yet stunting –were already at work in me and others around me….I would have to learn to live in a spirit opposite to that of the bonsai.
p. 27
Bonsai Principal #1: Start with potential.

We have potential (Jer. 29:11 and Eph 2:10). Life and growth comes from waking it up. It is more then just what promise I show. It’s about God and the story he is writing across history. The thing that stood out to me was the motivation for doing spiritual disciples. Are they just activities or are they for progress and growth? Waking up potential is finding connection with Jesus in disciplines, not taking part in activities for the sake of maintaining an imagine or even successfully completing a to do list. So, why do I do the things I do?

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

In the News

Was just checking out weird news on and caught this head line Evangelicals team with scientists against global warming

For some it would seem an old pair, probably why it made weird news headlines. The Evangelical representative said, “We discovered that we were both speaking from our hearts and our minds. We found that we really like each other,” Yay for Evangelicals getting along with people outside their normal bubble. Though not all Evangelicals are happy with the alliance. Some don’t even want to enter a dialogue about the subject. Maybe it is because those crazy scientists believe in evolution after all or maybe its something else all together. Why is it so hard for Evangelicals to get along with other people, especially when they teach their children to play nice at Sunday school?

I think I’ll watch An Inconvenient Truth soon.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Books, Movies, and Fiction in General

I’m sitting in Halifax, anticipating a reunion with my dear Mission Buddy and Fikile (my language teacher while on internship) at Bethany tomorrow, waiting for water to boil for tea, chatting with Heidi Bezanson , and I just set her curtains on fire. True Story.

I’ve finished the third book of 2007, God in the Alley by Greg Paul. Two summers ago, intrigued by the title I picked it up and finished it in days. I recently started to reread the book at a slower pace. I found the reread insightful, inspiring, heart breaking, and challenging. There is more then one worth while quoted, this one came near the end:

A long as I pretend to myself and others that I am “just fine, thanks” I keep people-and even God; especially God!-at a distance.

Because lists are just ever so cool and I am as curious about my viewing habits as reading going to try keep track of the movies I watch this year. I may or may not post them all. But this is the list thus far:

-Just Like Heaven
-White Dragon
-Marilyn Hotchkiss’ Ballroom Dancing and Charm School

I love fiction and also believe it has great potential to opening eyes to spiritual truth. After reading Matthew’s post on the Christian books legally allowed to be printed in China triggered my thoughts on the fiction stories that have influenced my relationship with God positively. What would the list look like? I came up with a dozen or so titles. I am interested in hearing what others think…So I’ll start a list (because as stated above lists are the hottest thing around). And unlike Matthew I’ll allow more then one suggestion from the same person. I’ll get us started:

1) The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe –C.S. Lewis

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Who's Got the Map?

I got lost tonight. I had the directions. I knew the general area, made it onto the right street and drove right past the location. I think I need one of those fancy guidance systems or something. Though I think I could still manage to get lost. I don't like being one of those people who can't find there way out of a paper bag.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Joy in a Box

For some reason I couldn't add pictures yesterday. This is my gift. Isn't it pretty. The only stipulation was that I couldn't watch it all of them in one sitting. Oh how well my friends know me.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

When the Bee Stings

I walked in the door tonight with the longing to just sit and bask in the sweet pleasures of self-pity. I was ready to revel in the "why me’s" and lounge in loathing. I desired to feel the sweet satisfaction that can only come from waltzing with whining while dining on disastrous dispositions. I planned to munch on moans and cuddle with complaining. It was going to be a night of weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth or perhaps just a good long pout. As I prepare for the sulk-fest I wondered who I could invite to the party. What tantalizing words could I craft to entice bloggerdom to revel with me? Yet as I typed my wows my foal mood disintegrated (I’ve had to come back and re-write the introduction) and I found myself humming...

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad

For all the gloom of the opening lines you would think I had had a horrible day. There was a challenge but the day was a day to be thankful for. It was a day filled with a few of my favourite things. One blessing I received was a delayed Christmas package. I think I like those the best cause they are unexpected. The friend had remembered a conversation from a few months back and made me a set of CD's as lessons in Jazz appreciation. The second was a complete surprise, after opening it I squealed with glee (Becca who was with be can testify to the fact) and couldn’t stop giggling. All day I just looked across at my desk and grinned. Tonight I came home discouraged. I was focused on a specific problem and all I could see was the frustration. Yet my struggle is less then beauty of life. I am thankful for the hardship because it makes joy so much sweeter. I am blessed. God has been good to me.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007


I love my Mummy. I've shared a little of that love these past days because she is wonderful. I admire her ongoing strength. She sees my passion for books and encourages it. She finds little ways to surprise me. She likes CSI. She is cute. When I was little and struggling to learn to read she (and Dad) read to me from the Chronicles of Narnia. In high school when I would forget my lunch she’d walk to school so I wouldn’t go hungry. She is the best concordance ever. In high school we would have these long talks into the night. I love my Mummy let me count the ways, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three….

Mom you are magnificent. I want to say thank you for all you’ve done for me. I love our walks and times together. I love that we enjoy the same books. I love that we like calling each other. But my I am most grateful for all your prayers. I would not be the woman I am today without my mother who faithfully prays for her children.


Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday dear Mummy
Happy Birthday to You

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Books, books, books

It would be amazingly neat if there was some huge-enormous-gigantic book database somewhere of listing all the books ever written/published. And as part of this huge dream database you could go through the titles, authors and genres checking off and storing all the books you had ever read. I think it would be interesting to see a list of all the books I’ve read. Even if such a database existed even holding a faction of the books it would take a lot of time to manage. Could imagine trying to search through all the titles.

Inspired by the above idea and because lists are fun, or so Matthew tells me, I am going to track the books I read during 2007. This isn’t a challenge or a race. Just a kind of experiment, "what do I read?" My hypothesis is that it will be mostly fiction, and a good chance that it will be fantasy. Though since starting at NHW I’ve been reading more Christian life, ministry resources, and spiritual developments books. So who knows. I will not set out to read just that and prove myself right. Books that were started in 2006 but were finished in 2007 will count on the list. So far:

1) Eragon –Christopher Paolini
2) Eldest –Christopher Paolini

Reading suggestions are welcome.

Here’s Jeff’s picture inspired by the beloved game pass the pigs. Makes me giggle and I have a sudden have an urge to throw farm animals. hee hee hee. More Cousin Art

I love my mummy. In high school we would have these long talks into the night. I like talking with my mom.

Monday, January 08, 2007

So I Ate Yogurt Instead

The milk was still on the table when I got in this morning, right where I left it. I am not going to risk it seeing as it has sat over night and probably started its own little eco system. That is two eco systems I have created. Maria is going to loan me her vacuum cleaner. The dirt eco system will be history tomorrow.

The following are thoughts inspired by talking with my friend Jo and Andrea’s New Year’s verse.

I am confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.

Psalm 27:13-14

Waiting in a place of unknown is the hardest form of waiting. When you know the future end you can hold out. Through out December my sister would tell my mom, “I can’t wait for Christmas” to which she responded. You have too. Yet the end was in sight the day of waiting was always growing near. Just as there are only 25 days till Ground Hog day, only 26 days till I see my family again, only 108 days till my next birthday, only 305 days till next Christmas (got your shopping done). When separated from some one dear is hard but knowing you will be reunited makes the time endurable.

The opposite is painful, when there is no longer reason to hope. But knowing something will never be allows you to grieve and let go. At the end of my internship there were people who became dear to me who I know there is little chance I’ll see again. We have gone are separate ways. There was grief and sorrow. Ends are like that till you come to a place were you are content with how things are and able to think back on the memories with joy. You have to let go and move on. Painful but there is freedom in letting go.

Greatest challenge in waiting is when nothing is certain -everything could come together tomorrow at the same time there is the chance nothing will ever happen. Through the minutes, days, weeks, months, and some times years hope still lives on. It is past my strength. Therefore I will wait for the Lord, I will be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.

Milk and Cookies

How long can milk sit out before it goes bad? While sitting here thinking over the day I realize that I left a full two-liter carton of milk on the table at the church today. It's already been 12 hours. I am sure it is undrinkable by now. The whole thing makes me sad. Maybe someone noticed and put away my milk. I doubt but hope.

While reading Eldest I came to an interesting conversation Oromis has with Eragon as part of the Rider's training. Oromis asked what is a person's most important mental tool. In the midst of the conversation he says the following:

History provides us with numerous examples of people who were convinced that they were doing the right thing and committed terrible crimes because of it. Keep in mine, Eragon , that on one think of himself as a villain, and few make decision they think are wrong. A person may dislike his choice, but he will stand but it because, even in the worst circumstance, he believes that it was the best option available to him at the time.

Not sure I liked everything else on the page but that stood out as something to think about and so I share it with you.

I love my Mummy. She is the best concordance ever. She always seems to know the verse I am looking for even when the words I give are not in the verse. My problem is I've learned a most verse in as a mix of a few different translations. Makes finding a specific verse hard. Yet my Mom gets me. Yay for moms!

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Games Bonanza

bonanza (bə-năn'zə)
n. 1) A rich mine, vein, or pocket of ore.
2) A source of great wealth or prosperity.

I’ve used the word bonanza different times I never really knew what it meant till today. I enjoy how has the option to hear how the world sounds. I would have done a lot better on weekly vocabulary test in high school English if I had a talking dictionary…okay maybe not. But I think it helps.

Tonight the Dutch Blitz cards were broken in. My neighbors Dan and Danielle invited me to join them and Joseph for a games night. There was three rounds of Blitz and a plodding round of Sorry. Danielle took the first round of Blitz, I the other two and then the game of Sorry. I feel petty good about myself right now. Yes my worth is wrapped up in a game for ages four and up. As much as I like winning and my competivtive side is statified I had a really good time just being with peers and laughing. It was good times. I hope I’d be that gracious if I lost.

I love my mummy. In high school when I would forget my lunch she’d walk to school so I wouldn’t go hungry. Thanks Mom.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Who Turned Out the Lights?

While on a completely unrelated search I came across the following article, which sparked my interest (got to love google). Family sues after creative writing assignment lands teen in psych ward. After reading a majority of the article I jumped to the end to read the conclusion and found this quote:

"Usually I am thinking about life in general," David wrote, "and you know, life is not G-rated."

David is the student who’s vibrant writing (meaning sexual and violent) got him into trouble. He’s writing what he knows. A world that isn’t G-rated, I don’t think it ever was. I have a beautiful image of what life was like in biblical times. My pretty picture with blue skies and butterflies is largely influenced by flannel men who couldn’t bend their arms. It is hard to imagine what life would have been like 100 years ago let alone 1000 or 4000. But my very limited understanding of history it was bloody and there was brutal violence, coarse language, and sexual infidelity. Most of the same conflicts of today were present then change locations and names. The technology is different but it is the same world.

The world is dark. At times its seems to be getting darker or maybe in am just opening my eyes to how things really are. There are numerous questions this raises for me. How do we live in the world but not be of the world? How do we protect the children without leaving them naïve and defenceless? And how do we heal those in trauma? How do we stand with out becoming self-righteous? The greatest question seems to be
–How is my light shining?

I love my mummy. She just called. I like her voice. When I was little and stuggling to learn to read she (and Dad) read to me from the Chronicles of Narnia. Thanks parents.

This Night

In Lists, for those who like them, and because they don't require transition words:

i) we finished Eragon started into book 2 Eldest. I like books. Jeff like you I also gained many more words to read this Christmas. Hoping to get to them after the current list is done.

ii) Went to see We Are Marshall tonight. Started as three ended in a group of seven. Yay friends!

iii) If you’ve seen it, what was the fountain at the beginning? What was the artist thinking, what was his inspiration? What is it suppose to be? These questions distracted me during the movie. Also wondered if the fountain was always there or a commissioned piece as a memorial? And if it wasn’t a memorial where did the idea of turning off the water come from? It also a little bugged me that in closing it didn’t circle back to the fountain. But that is just me and I am odd.

iv) After the movie we went to Tim’s for tea then over to someone’s place to watch the new CSI. Sadly missed the first 20 it made for a very confusing episode.

v) The girls spray coloured my hair before the show. It is currently looking somewhat blue. Sorry Friend pictures. Not sure if this will count as "dying hair blue" for the 25 goals. It will be gone before work tomorrow.

vi) Realized three pet peeves tonight: 1)Turning of the radio as a favourite song ends. This is only worsened if you detest the next song. 2) Movie previews. They either a) give too much away b) show all the funny things so there is nothing to laugh at c) give you a totally wrong perception of the movie of d) all of these above. 3) Long blog posts. I know I do it, some of my favourite blogs only post long entries. and I try to read friend’s blogs that are long. But I am lazy and find them difficult especially if they are one solid paragraph.

vii) I might be developing a phobia of pet birds.

viii) Not sure if all the roman numerals are right. sorry to those who it would bug.

I love my mummy. She also likes CSI. She is cute. Yay Mummy!

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Red, Pigs, and Dutch Blitz

I love my mummy. She finds little ways to surprise and/or trick me. Once she gave me red mittens because my favourite pair got a hole in them. It was amazing. This year for Christmas I only asked for two things (Dutch Blitz and Pass the Pigs), mom sadly confessed that after much searching she could not find either gift. Christmas morning was beautiful, full of wonder, joy and a cute little sister. I was content. Later that day we visited some family where more gifts were exchanged with the younger cousins. Yet surprise-surprise, some how "Santa" had sneaked one last gift for me. It was, drum roll please, DUTCH BLITZ. Thank you my mummy.

Anyone up for a game?


I like books. There are many, many good books out there. I’ve enjoy reading quite a few. I think I would be hard pressed to make a top 20 list. I am not going to try right now. This is what I am currently reading:

Long Walk to Freedom
Praise Habit
Buck Naked Faith
Hudson Taylor’s Secrets to Faith
God in the Ally

I also got some new books for Christmas. I am excited to read them. Yay books!

I love my mummy. She says I have a passion for books. I’d agree. It’s because she helped me learn to read. Thanks Mom!

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

It's 2007


I had a crazy night nothing like I had expected. Met some new people, played some Mad Gab (yeah for team orange) and twister which I was in the finial two after many rounds we agreed to tie. Since I was the only non-drinker the host bought me Jones soda to make virgin martinis. I left loved. At midnight even got kisses (on the check of course). I also got to see Cars for the first time. All and all a good way to bring in the New Year. Quote of the night:

"Look, I even gave you an olive to make it look like the real thing, but you don’t have to eat it cause olives are gross" –Kelly

There is a new post and a few changes at Journey on the Other Side.

I love my mummy. She called me today, I like when she calls. I miss being able to hug her.