In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?




2014 draws to a close and I'm trying not to be overwhelmed by the beautiful blank slate ahead. I love its untarnished emptiness--like a new notebook--and I get so excited by the possibilities! All the things that I can do and be. Yes. Be... That is a thought that is both thrilling and terrifying. I could be a whole new person next year. In some ways I feel completely different than I was a year ago.

"We all change when you think about it. We're all different people all through our lives. And that's ok, that's good, you've got to keep moving, as long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
--The Doctor

I'm astounded by how much I grow year to year. How I can be a completely different person than I was twelve months ago. And I've had an interesting year, with a veritable mountain of delightful experiences, but all mixed in with low moments, extreme fatigue, and a blank listlessness that I fear more than almost anything.

I say that only to remind you that we all have our dragons to slay. Every day in fact. If it isn't pain or darkness, then it's laziness, uncharitableness, or pride. And I mention these dark things only because it makes the light shine all the brighter. Over and over this year I have been drenched with blessings, flooded with love, and encouraged and assisted in doing numerous crazy-beautiful things. God has answered so many prayers, and I wouldn't trade away this year of extremes for anything.

This year was, among other things, a year of learning. And that is what I always want for my life. To live and grow and expand.... Life sometimes looks a little long, but it goes by increasingly quickly. Sometimes there isn't a clear path, and I have to remind myself that no one else has a manual for life either. Every year I find out more things that I don't know. But I do know that there is a breathtaking, enormous world out there, and countless opportunities to Serve your Guts Out.  I pray that I would find the ones meant for me, and continue to see and experience to God's glory, sharing His joy wherever I land. Sometimes that means staying right here where I am, and sometimes it means daring to Go. Working, praying, reading, flying....

"Because we love something else more than this world, we love even this world better than those who know no other." --C.S. Lewis

Here are a few of the adventures that 2014 brought:

Florida, a winter break, everglades, ocean, friends

Cross-country skiing

Colorado: rocks and mountains, bracing winds; museum, zoo, friends...
"The traveller sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see." --G.K. Chesterton

traipsing all across the state to waterfalls, lakes, camping,
picnic on a sandbar

Tubing in Iowa...
Oregon Coast!

Portland Oregon, and Washington State
"It has long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let thing happen to them. They went out and happened to things." --Leonardo da Vinci

In my previous post I wrote about all the books I read this year. They weren't all the same ones that were on my 'To read list' a year ago, life moves on at a startling rate, and my 'to read list' gets longer all the time. I also filled notebooks with hundreds of thousands of words and don't plan to stop.
Here are a few blogs I started following this year:

the Ink Slinger  Good book recommendations, clever writing, and refreshing thinking.

Thoroughly Alive  She lives in England, goes to Oxford, and writes thought-provoking, truth-filled articles.

The Rebelution: a teenage rebellion against low expectations.  Inspiration to Do Hard Things every single day.
This is a great article from them: Reading God's Word: A New Year's Resolution for the Rebelution.

Brain Pickings  A place full of information and ideas. No need to agree with everything, but it broadens the scope of knowledge. A good place for intellectual fodder.

As far as music goes, and music goes a long way with me--always a part of my life: 'Happy' by Pharrell Williams was one of my favorites this year. I also really enjoyed Owl City's new releases, Bastille's Bad Blood album, Colony House's 'Silhouettes', Jason Gray's 'Love Will Have the Final Word' album, 'Broken' by Lecrae with Kari Jobe... and I made this enormously long playlist this year filled with old and new favorites: Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Sara Bareilles, One Republic, Paper Lions...

"Clock moves so slowly... Time moves so fast...." -Bebo Norman
And look at that, we're about done with this year! I'd better post this while it's still 2014. 
Happy New Year!

a year in books

"There is no friend as loyal as a book" -Ernest Hemingway

House of Hades by Rick Riordan
"During the third attack, Hazel almost ate a boulder."

This was an exciting read, not only because it was classic Riordan--adventurous, informative, and gut-bustingly hilarious. It was also the first book I'd read 'fresh off the press'. Never before had I been invested in a series while it was still being written. And although agonizing, waiting for the book to be published was a great experience. And the reading itself was unusual, in that I was able to read it not only in one day, but nearly one sitting! It was last New Year's Day, and I had woken up early in the morning to walk a 5k in 8 degree weather, got back in the house and remembered I had an entire new book to read, and nothing on the agenda. I spent the rest of the day reading, and finished it that night. 583 pages! Such a great time.

Over the course of the year I also listened to the Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus books again on unabridged audio. (All the ones that were out)

Mythology by Edith Hamilton
"Greek and Roman mythology is quite generally supposed to show us the way the human race thought and felt untold ages ago."

I love the Rick Riordan books, and although you can argue that he changes up the myths a bit and adds all kinds of teenage jargon... those books also got me fully intrigued by mythology, and I went and found Edith Hamilton's book. Much chewier of course, but worth the work. I also love the D'aulaires' book of Greek Myths.

Clouds of Witness by Dorothy Sayers
"'Contrast,' philosophised Lord Peter sleepily, 'is life. Corsica--Paris--then London...'"

I'm steadily reading the Lord Peter books, and I love them. I started a bit out of order, and then went back to the beginning. Brilliant mysteries, lovable characters, and such inspiring writing!

Death by Living - N.D. Wilson
"Where are you exactly on this planet? How many feet above sea level and how many feet below and above the nearest stars? Where are you in time, in history, in the beyond-all-human-comprehension parade of handcrafted matter marching in noise and glory through this thing we call the present moment?"

Such a good book. I remember I finished reading it on the airplane returning from Florida last winter. I love the way Nathan Wilson thinks, and he has such a way with words and stories that it never gets dry. I don't read as much nonfiction, but this was completely enjoyable and inspiring. I put it in the category with Lewis and Chesterton, not because of the kind of book exactly, but because the writing in itself, helps you think.

The Red Pyramid by Rick Riordan
"Well," I said. "If you need me, I'll be outside, playing with sharp objects."

The Throne of Fire by Rick Riordan
"the answer to every problem involved penguins"

The Serpent's Shadow by Rick Riordan
"Our problems started in Dallas, when the fire-breathing sheep destroyed the King Tut exhibit."

A few more excellent Rick Riordan stories here, but a different series. (I didn't read them all in a row, but I wanted to group them together.) Great humor and plot-twists, likable characters. Egyptian mythology this time. I got to go to a museum not long after I read them, and in the Egyptian section I was thrilled to recognize all manner of symbols, pictures and words.

Mike by P.G. Wodehouse
"Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, 'So, you're back from Moscow, eh?'"

Wodehouse is an old favorite. I read this one because it's the first book in which Psmith appears. Psmith doesn't actually come into the story all that much, and the story involves a great deal of cricket, but it was still very enjoyable.

Persuasion by Jane Austen
"'My idea of good the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.'
'You are mistaken,' said he gently, 'that is not good company, that is the best.'"

I have to have long rests between doses of Austen, but when I do, it is thoroughly enjoyable. I didn't read in a very Austen-ish way though. No fancy dresses (no dress at all actually, and no good posture, more's the pity). I read it on my kindle during my sojourns in Colorado.

Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley
"As I stood outside in Cow Lane, it occurred to me that Heaven must be a place where the library is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
No, eight days a week."

The Weed that Strings the Hangman's Bag by Alan Bradley
"'There's a lot to be said for being alone. But you and I know, don't we, Flavia, that being alone and being lonely are not at all the same thing?'"

These two books are delightful stories from the perspective of a precocious eleven-year-old girl in the 1950s. She thinks, and performs experiments, and solves mysteries. There's a whole long series that I look forward to.

Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card
"Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be."

I read this book after seeing the movie. Both are excellent, but the book was amazing. Not only because the story is intriguing and well-told, but also, the writing really makes you think. Sharper, clearer, more strategically. There is a great deal of strategy in ordinary every-day logic that I feel most people neglect. And I was inspired to use my brain to its potential.

What's Wrong with the World by G.K Chesterton
"The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting. It has been found difficult; and left untried."

"Most modern freedom is at root fear. It is not so much that we are too bold to endure rules; it is rather that we are too timid to endure responsibilities."

I can't say enough good about Chesterton. I have mentioned before (quite often) how I appreciate the way he thinks and how his writing makes me think. Even when I get to sections that I don't understand, the writing itself is teaching and inspiring me. An unusual trait, and a thrilling one.

Death in Kenya by M.M. Kaye
'A flock of pelicans, their white wings dyed apricot by the setting sun, sailed low over the acacia trees of the garden with a sound like tearing silk, and the sudden swish of their passing sent Alice's heart into her throat and dried her mouth with panic.'  

A brilliant little mid-century mystery by a favorite writer. A light read, but lovely prose, pleasant, quirky characters and a grand mystery.

The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner
"A thief never makes a noise by accident."

(reread Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner)
"I sometimes believe his lies are the truth, but I have never mistaken his truth for a lie."

King of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner
"Sometime, if you want to change a man's mind, you have to change the mind of the man next to him first."

Conspiracy of Kings by Megan Whalen Turner
"'I don't think unlikely means to him what it does to the rest of us,' said the magus."

love these books. I had read Queen of Attolia before and loved it. So I went back to read the whole series, and loved it even more. Such a great story. Deep, interesting characters and a complex, often unexpected plot. Rich atmosphere. More than the sum of its parts, certainly, and a forever favorite.

Unnatural Death by Dorothy Sayers
"To the person who has anything to conceal--to the person who wants to lose his identity as one leaf among the leaves of a forest--to the person who asks no more than to pass by and be forgotten, there is one name above others which promises a haven of safety and oblivion. London."

Another excellent Lord Peter Whimsey novel.

Death in Cyprus by M.M. Kaye
"Amanda had not been really frightened until she found the bottle."

And another delightful vintage mystery laced with romance. Kaye describes the mediterranean island in vivid atmospheric tones, as always.

The Moonstone by Wilkee Collins
"We had our breakfasts--whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn't matter, you must have your breakfast."

This book is written from several different perspectives, and each has its own special flavor. Some parts I could read more quickly, each section very like the personality of its narrator. So it was intriguing from a writer's perspective as well as a reader's. The mystery was splendid as well, but I won't give anything away.

Silver on the Tree by Susan Cooper
"Sometimes you must seem to hurt something in order to do good for it."

The last book in the Dark is Rising series (the first two of which I listen to on audio every year). Great favorites. Full of rich description, fantasy, and Arthurian legend.

The Magic Summer by Noel Streatfeild
(couldn't find a quote--the book's back at the library)

I love Noel Streatfeild's Ballet Shoes, and Theater Shoes, so this year I read this one by her. Fun, ordinary adventures, a few eccentric characters, and a slightly whimsical, unexpected summer.

An Excellent Mystery by Ellis Peters
"August came in, that summer of 1141, tawny as a lion and somnolent and purring as a hearthside cat."

The title speaks for itself I should say. It's a Cadfael mystery--a crusader-turned-monk in the twelfth century--and is rich with atmosphere and history. The stories are full of truths and realistic characters; growth, beauty, herbariums, and moody western England.

The First Four Years by Laura Ingalls Wilder
"The incurable optimism of the farmer who throws his seed on the ground every spring, betting it and his time against the elements, seemed inextricably to blend with the creed of her pioneer forefather that 'it is better farther on'--only instead of farther on in space, it was farther on in time, over the horizon of the years ahead instead of the far horizon of the west."

I have read and heard read all the preceding Laura Ingalls Wilder books numerous times. Then this year I visited Walnut Grove, and although the museum isn't terribly impressive, there was one thing that made an impression on me. One book. One name. (pictured below.) I read this book soon after.

(reread 100 cupboards by N.D. Wilson)
"Henry successfully kept his mind on the game, which mights seem strange for a boy who slept beside a wall of magic. But baseball was as magical to him as a green, mossy mountain covered in ancient trees. What's more, baseball was a magic he could run around in and laugh about. While the magic of the cupboards was not necessarily good, the smell o leather mixed with dusty sweat and spitting and running through sparse grass after a small ball couldn't be anything else."

Dandelion Fire by N.D. Wilson
"Your blood is all green and gold with the strength of dandelions. And their strength is in their laughter, for they fear nothing."

The Chestnut King by N.D. Wilson
"For you may the weak have love and the strong have fear. For you may the darkness break. May your life be a truth, and your death a glory."

Nathan Wilson writes in rough-and-tumble prose, full to bursting with poetic magic. I don't know how he does it, but I am forever grateful. Dandelion Fire is the one that absolutely captured me. If I ever finish a story I hope it's even a little like those books. There's such vibrance in his writing, so much meaning, and hope. I was reading my journal entries from August which was a difficult time for me this year, and these books really helped me through.

"Your life is your own, your glory is your glory, but you will lose it if you keep it for yourself. Grasp it for the sake of others. What might you do with it?"

"A man once told me that sometimes winning a fight isn't as important as standing in the right place, facing what needs to be faced. And sometimes standing in the right place means you end up dead. And that's better than not standing at all."

Son of Sobek by Rick Riordan
"Getting eaten by a giant crocodile was bad enough. The kid with the glowing sword only made my day worse."

Staff of Serapis by Rick Riordan
"She didn't like taking credit for other people's camels."

A couple of short stories by Rick Riordan. (surprise, surprise.) Percy Jackson meets the Kanes. Hilarious. Totally made my day.

Deepening the Soul for Justice by Bethay H. Hoag
"Seeking justice begins with seeking God: our God who longs to bring justice; our God who longs to use us, every one of his children, to bring justice; our God who offers us the yoke of Jesus in exchange for things that otherwise leave us defeated."

This was more of a booklet, but a good read. Raising awareness about the human trafficking that goes on today. And looking to Christ for our help.

The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde
"Governments and fashions come and go but jane Eyre is for all time."

This story is full of all sorts of fun things that you probably always wished existed: literary detectives, time travel, fictional characters that come to life, books you can get inside of, and plenty of what-ifs.

Live Like a Narnian by Joe Rigney
"As G.K. Chesterton reminded us, the reason that order and structure exist in the world is so that good things can run wild."

I first knew I wanted to read this book when I heard Joe Rigney speak at the C.S. Lewis conference. (Since I wasn't able to go--a fact that made me incredibly sad--I watched the lectures online, and they were all wonderful.) Helping unpack the magic of the Narnia series and remind us to be 'first in every desperate attack and last in every desperate retreat, and when there's hunger in the land... to wear finer clothes and laugh louder over a scantier meal than any man in your land.' (Horse and His boy)

Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan
"'Oh, come on!' Percy complained. 'I get a little nosebleed and I wake up the entire earth? That's not fair!'"

Last of the series, and a great one. Sad to see the era end. Definitely a cast of characters that will continue to be my friends for years to come.   .-..  .  ---    ..  ...    -  ....  .    -...  .  ...  -

Do Hard Things by Alex and Brett Harris
"Your primary goal isn't to do something extraordinary but to do all things, even the ordinary things, extraordinarily well."

So yes, I'm a little behind the times in reading and getting behind the Rebelution. Not only was this book written six years ago, it was written for teenagers by teenagers, 'choosing to get every possible benefit out of the teen years in creative, responsible, and highly effective ways'.

"Do hard things means fighting for greater levels of excellence because there is always something harder to do. It is never a matter of arriving; it is a constant battle for growth."

"The point is not to have an easy life--Christians don't live easy lives--the point is to serve Him in even the mundane little everyday things and when we feel like giving in.
Help will always come in time."

Although this is my first reading of the book, doing hard things for Christ's sake played a huge part in my teenage years. The transformation of my whole self, my every moment, to live for Jesus--that's when it began to click. I have long felt that each step outside my comfort zone, each difficult task, was a victory, and somehow exponentially important to life. But I've had a lot of trouble trying to express this, and in the slow day-to-day I get discouraged. I forget that there are others out there doing hard things for Christ. I forget the importance of the little stuff; that when we pour ourselves out for Christ, we are filled again by Him.
So it's not a particularly new concept for me, but it is one that speaks to my very soul, lifting me up, reminding and challenging me to live every difficult minute for Jesus. Not expecting it to be easy, but expecting it to be worth it, fulfilling, a learning process, even fun. And being excited all over again about heaven, and all my fellow Christians and rebelutionaries around the globe!

Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie
"Youth is a failing only too easily outgrown."

Another great mystery; Agatha Christie this time. Great characters and and a plot that will keep you guessing. It was such fun. This is another one I have memories of reading on my kindle, in an airplane.

The Library of Owen Axanger by J.A. Shealde
"This is the story of a man who stole the seed of a valuable flower from its owners. When he had stolen it he locked it quickly in a strong black box of his own design to prevent it from growing. . ."

An excellent read. It's a children's fantasy novel but with entirely unique twists. Full of new ideas that surprised me and made me think.

The Dragon's Tooth by N.D. Wilson
"Horace smiled. 'Always breakfast like a man condemned. One never knows what a day may bring.'"

The Drowned Vault by N.D. Wilson
"'Son,' his father said. 'Run faithfully to the end, and like all good men, you will die of having lived.'"

Empire of Bones by N.D. Wilson
"'When everyone waits for someone else to do something, evil will always triumph.'"

The Ashton Burials series by Wilson. Brilliant once again. Inspiring, full of adventure and endurance, strength and family. Wilson's books make me want to live my own life with purpose, and depth, and deep-seeded joy.

And more than anything, laughter.

Before Christmas

"One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember wether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six."
--A Child's Christmas in Wales, by Dylan Thomas
festooning with decorations and festivity,
sprucing and lighting my room for the season..
conspiring, planning, wrapping
watching A Child's Christmas in Wales,
and Christmas episodes of NCIS,
listening to The Dark is Rising,

and to Christmas carols..

'Come thou long expected Jesus
Born to set thy people free
From our fears and sins release us
Let us find our rest in thee
Israel's strength and consolation
Hope of all the earth though art
Dear desire of every nation
Joy of every longing heart

Born thy people to deliver
Born a child and yet a king
Born to reign in us forever
Now thy gracious kingdom bring
By thine own eternal spirit
Reign in all our hearts alone
By thine all sufficient merit
Raise us to thy glorious throne'

baking and pasting and making lists


Anticipating with great joy, the celebration of our Great Light. The Child born poor and low. Our Prince of Peace. Messiah. GOD WITH US.

For unto us a child is born
Unto us a son is given
And the government shall be
Upon his shoulders
And his name shall be called:
Wonderful Counselor
Almighty God
Everlasting Father
Prince of Peace
Of the increase of His government
And of Peace
There will be No End.


'The Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.'  -- LUKE 19: 10
"...So Advent is a season for thinking about the mission of God to seek and to save lost people from the wrath to come . God raised him from the dead, “Jesus who delivers us from the wrath to come” (1 Thess. 1: 10). It’s a season for cherishing and worshiping this characteristic of God— that he is a searching and saving God, that he is a God on a mission, that he is not aloof or passive or indecisive. He is never in the maintenance mode, coasting or drifting. He is sending, pursuing, searching, saving. That’s the meaning of Advent."
--Piper, John (2014-08-31). The Dawning of Indestructible Joy: Daily Readings for Advent (pp. 15-16). Crossway.

I'm reading from The Dawning of Indestructible Joy, and Good News of Great Joy this year, (both of which are available free on PDF). Washing my heart with those glorious truths, remembering the joy of this season. But it's not a wispy, floaty joy either. It's like a rock, and like an earthquake; it's like a deep toning bell resonating through the earth. This joy is salvation and rescue. Messiah, long awaited God, come to live with us. This is Christ in Us, the hope of Glory.
"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." John 1:5

Here's another article I read this morning: Be an Advent Gift of Encouragement.

Jon Bloom says, "what we may need at Christmas is not less turmoil, but more trust", and goes on to talk about the Beautiful Busy-ness of Love. He encourages us, as we look for ways to give and bless this season, to focus on that grace-gift Encouragement. Spreading Hope in a fearful world. Spreading truth and hope and joy; giving of ourselves, and giving generously--that is the answer to the tumult. The Christ-story is filled with turmoil, and in this world we will have it, even, and sometimes especially, at Advent. Trust the Prince of Peace. He is enough for you.

Thanksgiving and Praise

Washington, D.C.
October 3, 1863
By the President of the United States of America.
A Proclamation.
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consiousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom. No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.
In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.
Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the Unites States the Eighty-eighth.
By the President: Abraham Lincoln

William H. Seward,
Secretary of State


I ate stuffing for breakfast. Yes! And it isn't even Thanksgiving yet.

Somehow though, with the driving wind and freezing rain and snow, along with a certain mood of heart and mind... I'm not preoccupied this year with waiting for the Proper Season.

Over the years I've done different things--decorated for Christmas in early November, or waited religiously until after Thanksgiving for even one lick of holiday music.

At this point though, I'm not concerned. I did wait until I saw the first snow to turn on the Christmas music with my own hand... but I enjoyed other's music happily before that. And when the snow did come--in multiple inches and flying white, a few weeks ago--I promptly tuned Charlie Brown Christmas, and wrote home for my parka.

As far as Thanksgiving goes, I've been part of a Friends-giving or two so far (hence the leftover stuffing) and next week will celebrate on the actual day. The opportunities for gratitude are so many that it would take more than 365 Thanksgiving days to declare them all. And yet I don't declare them nearly often enough. They get lost in the shuffle of other thoughts in my head and I don't go to the trouble to pick out individual ones and purposefully Give Thanks.

When asked this year, one of the things that stood out to me from this last year was the opportunity to travel so much--to make new friendships and have meaningful conversations. Also to meet people who are markedly different from me, and to learn things from them and about people in general. The opportunity for new experiences, perspectives and places. And for all the things that travel brings:

One of those is gratitude itself. I travel to put my own problems into perspective; to remember that my basic needs are luxuries elsewhere; to learn gratitude for what I have and find out what my needs truly are. It is true that my travels so far have not been to third-world countries where you would expect to feel the need of others over your own most markedly... but I find the broadened view of travel does that to me anyway. I discover what I can live without... I remember the hugeness of the world--the tiny fraction that I have seen so far--and am moved to help others, to pray for people I have never seen, and to give away because I can.

One of the dangers I feel in staying in small, familiar places is our propensity to forget about all that is different and far off. We live in a massive, diverse world. Hundreds of countries; thousands of cultures, billions of people.

"D'you know, in 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important," -11

That's why I read, really. To know all about the different people and thoughts and ideas. But geography itself is staggering when we really stop and think about it. So, as much as I can I try to sprinkle my literary broadenings with actually Seeing the World. Call it curiosity, call it the desire for learning, for knowledge, for beauty. It is all of those and much more.

And I am also immensely grateful for the few weeks I was able to spend with my Aunt Emma; precious, numbered days. And as always, to spend time with cousins, getting to know them better. I hope and plan to work toward more cousin-time in the coming year.

At the same time as I've been moving about, spending time with cousins, and making new friends, I've spent less time at home and with my brothers, sister, Mother, Dad... This only makes me more grateful for my family, and in a way, I love to miss them. I'm greatly looking forward to being back in their lives, come Advent season. Their immediate lives that is, and they in mine. Even from afar, they are my best friends and encouragement, cheering me on in life and decisions and travel... I am immeasurably thankful for you guys.

And for books, pens, and music (Christmas music included), and all my needs met (excellent food, solid roofs, parkas, conversation, church).

And most for Christ Jesus himself.
Light of the world. Bread of Life. God with Us.
The gift of His Own Self that I can gladly claim.

"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

C.S. Lewis

a couple of quotes from our friend Jack~

"The great thing if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one's own or real life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one's real life--the life God is sending one day by day." 

"The more we let God take us over, the more truly ourselves we become - because He made us. He invented us. He invented all the different people that you and I were intended to be. . .It is when I turn to Christ, when I give up myself to His personality, that I first begin to have a real personality of my own." 

Bright Blue Weather

I'm back in Minnesota, my friends! Enjoying the glorious clarity of October air, and the alternating cerulean brilliance with misty grey... There is truly nothing like the turning of color as the frosts creep in. Oranges, rusty reds and variations of greens and yellows. I took a walk the other day, following paths mown through gold-brown grasses, venturing up to the colorful trees, and ducking into the groves, under and over logs, crunching through the leaves. I filled my pockets and hands with crimson leaves fallen from the maples and oaks, and when I came home, tucked them between papers and heaped some weight on them so they'll be ready to decorate with in a few more days.
I was home for a couple of days before heading off to Rochester. A new opportunity to serve came up, so here I am in a lovely part of the state, continuing the day-to-day adventures of life. It's October, so of course I've made apple crisp, pumpkin cookies and bars, apples dipped in caramel, and various stews and squashes. I think a pumpkin pie is in order this afternoon. Just in time to chill in the fridge and come out for Sunday dinner. I had a chance to meet a new friend for Thai coffee in a delightful shop downtown. And amid the ups and downs and difficulties of the here and now, I have been able to enjoy the pleasant company of several aunties all in one place! Coloring and movies (like the sophisticated grownups we are ;) as well as cooking, singing and worship.
The days have been quieter here. Less music, more knitting and Sudoku. But that can be a good thing. And less time on the internet gives more time for thinking, reading, journaling, etc. Which is definitely good. And as always, through new experiences and old ones, through bounding life and throbbing joys, difficult paths, tough decisions, and tedious uncertainties... Prayer.
All-prayer is the armor that I must remember to don every morning when I get up--and then to keep tightening the straps as I jog through my day and my armor loosens like the autumn leaves...

Fly you leaves! And let my heart-strings be
Undo your ties and shudder through the air
Illuminate that beam of light for me
I'll praise your maker, rest my spirit there.

Burn! your flaming colors in this light
Shake off your summer burdens, raise your arms
Breathe in the wind, forget your stormy plight
Immersed in gold, put off the cold alarms

Run you chilly waters! while you can
Shine you sun! and turn the crops to gold
Foraging and storing is the plan
While flocks go over, chased by bracing cold.

Gleam and sing and dance in your fine dresses
Decorate the hills in russet glow
Loosen and let fall your leafy tresses
You've melted hearts; fear not the coming snow.

Adventure update

Well hello again, my friends! Is it October already?
Sorry, yes; I am again out of tune with the spinning of our little sun-centered orb. 'Clock moves so slowly, Time moves so fast' once again. The usual. Winds blow, cool evenings creep in, and here I am, struggling not to miss anything. Trying not to take for granted this, my very favorite of seasons. Chai, pumpkin scones, open windows, playing football in the yard.

Here where I am in the PNW, there hasn't been much chilly sweater-weather yet, but the mornings are lovely, and I'm soaking up the last warm sunny days. Of course the few misty, rainy days have also been perfectly delightful and Eyre-ish; with drifting fog that looked like wisps of white cloud fallen from the sky and lodged between the dark hills.
my little eyrie at Auntie's

and a couple of the hilarious cats that amuse me daily...

The above picture was me wishing Frodo and Bilbo many returns of the day~

crafts and party things, and pretty dinners

Off to Portland on a rainy day. (Got to browse in Powell's!)

(package from home)

entertainment and creative pursuits...

random selfies...

It is difficult, as always, to synopsize or incapsulate a month of extraordinary life. Pleasant outings, friendly conversation, delicious food; insightful sermons & scripture, new books and window-views, football and movies; parties and celebration, toast and tea, girl-time; brisk adventure, (more pizza and football), time for sketching and writing, (more coffee, chatter, laughter); crafting, and kitties, and babies...

Along with some great new experiences, there has been plenty of time for reading and writing and things. One of the projects I've been working on has been typing out/editing some stories of mine that I brought in the form of a stack of notebooks. Like C.S. Lewis, I prefer to write (first draft) by hand (long-hand with a pen--much more stimulating to the inspiration and writing experience). So it has been much to my surprise, as well as satisfaction, to find my word count is past 20,000 already!