simply timeless

The more things change the more they stay the same. Among all the things that are ever changing, I have one childhood tradition that remains. Upon this one Christmas Tradition, I have discovered a dependable enjoyment. Each year I watch Gillian Armstrong's(1994)film adaptation of Louise May Alcott's 'Little Women'. My Christmas would be incomplete without it. Christmas 2014 watching with Faith To be completely honest, every time I watch this film, there is a part of me, a small part That secretly hopes and I can even venture to say believe to be a possibility. That Jo had made a different choice. That Beth did not fall ill. The trouble is, each time I watch, the ending is the same. And I am left in tears. But here's the thing. Every year this story becomes something more to me A new revelation A fresh sense of identification to a characters situation or personality. Missed, gone unheard or not comprehended in the dialogue I now understand. Al

The glory of the trees is no longer there The horizons view is rather bare  Where golden colours of harvest was ablaze Winters winds have come and swept it away  And now we await the moment when The snow will come and descend  A blanket of white, crisp and still Autumns death giving way as it does To the hope of a fresh start  A new beginning Where the whispers of spring will soon fill the horizon once again

Dearest Katie, I still remember when you were a little girl. If I came to say hello to you at recess, you would always greet me with a running hug. You were my little cousin. You wanted so badly to be our friend, but the years between us created a separation. What a privilege to be a volunteer youth leader when you started at Youth group. I watched you dream, aspire and achieve. You discovered your gifts, talents and things that excited your heart. Those were the years I saw you transform from a little girl into a beautiful young lady. A young lady who I grew to admire. Whose maturity, integrity, wisdom, love and generosity were well beyond her years. Eventually the chasm between us in age became less important and the shift happened. You went from ‘my little cousin’ to my friend. Friend. We dreamed. We laughed. We drove cars through the country roads and explored Ontario. You humoured my love for all things Jane Austen, which became a slow trickle that built a well

"If adventure will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad." -Jane Austen In a moment everything can change I know this full well Yet, I find myself, even still, in a state of utter disbelief that this is my reality To the person who saw that my roots ran deep and my feet were planted That recognized that my growth was stunted. Who spoke into who she knew I could be and saw what I was capable of. Thank you.  For your vote of confidence. Speaking life into a dream that was in my heart For taking the well loved and cared for, potted flower & moving it into a new place where growth could continue Giving me the courage and the safely to know I was loved no matter where home became. I had no idea my life could be as it is Remember the days when you spoke so sure about how things would be and always would be...? You know, the things that are absolutes in your life, in your ignorance and innocents of youthful pride "I will neve

A story that stirs and inspires Discovering words that speak profound truths that you struggle to structure and articulate = revelation and relief, CS Lewis - Widely read and quoted. Someone who I was intimidated to read. Simply because I felt it was beyond my depth A fear my intellect would not be able to comprehend Silly, I know... but true. A quote by CS Lewis was written out and posted by a singer I admire, from his work called  ' The Weight of Glory' A stirring. Interest peaked A longing to grow in understanding To be challenged. I began to read. And re-read The same 10 pages 5 times. I wanted to absorb what he was saying. To be able to reiterate it so clearly when opportunity to share came along It was like he understood me The way in which my mind tried to make sense of things. "We usually notice it just as the moment of vision dies away , as the music ends, or as the landscape loses the celestial light . What we fee

The unfolding of something beautiful is sometimes found in the waiting I went for a walk with a friend a while back along the river. Our goal was to find a independently owned coffee shop/tea house at the next town. As we got closer, we discovered that what we were looking for didn't seem to be found anywhere. We contemplated just going into a pub, but thought, 'no there must be something more.' We carried on walking. Hoping. But seeing nothing. We saw the familiar signs. Starbucks, Costa, Nero. Looking at each other... looking to the other, to decide what to do.... 'Do we just cave in, is there any hope of finding what we were looking for.,,?' We decided to give it a few more minutes,walking a bit further. Something caught our eye. No big sign, nothing to suggest this is it, this is what we had been looking for. Just little things to peak our curiosity, little bits of hope arising. As we got to this door we looked in to discover, a unique coffee sho

Hello 30...  Saying that out loud doesn't make it feel any more real. It doesn't even help persuade me to think I could possibly be here yet. Interesting how it seemed so far away... so, dare I say it, old. Yet here I am.  I can't say I feel, old, nor ready for any of the things I once associated with that word. I barely feel able and ready to face the world as an independent woman let alone be able to be responsible for a family any time soon.  I still very much feel like a young girl unsure and unprepared for the 'real world.' Which if I am being honest, I thought I would have had the whole, 'package' deal at this age. Only when comparing myself to my friends and those around who have 'it' I find myself freaking out that I have somehow fallen behind without realizing it. Deep breath.  As that is not at all truth. I cannot say I regret where I am now.  This journey, this adventure, could not be any more exhilarati