A Personal series of dispatches from Rural Ontario Canada

Tuesday, December 27, 2011


There is something bittersweet about Christmas memories..my early childhood memories were grand..magical.Now ..I am in a rush to get it all over with . the anticipation ..the nativity story..the umpteenth viewing of a Christmas Carol..the turkey dinner..the christmas morning surprise..the straining to hear gentle reindeer hooves on roof
This year I subscribed minimally to the event.I am typically not a callous or cool person..and have a great deal of the sentimental in me-which is precisely why I don't like Christmas anymore.It has lost it's spiritual magic..it's glow. I feel it is manufactured and contained in a shiny box and  Ino longer wish to contribute to it's shallow expectations. I enjoyed having my daughter home ..and relaxing together on the coach ..eating ,munching on special goodies through the day. my partner Stephen made a yummy dinner of bar bqued salmon..yet...
but I sensed a gap..and for me it had something to do with spiritual void..Working with people who are alone,impoverished,disenfranchised,unwell--it's kind of hard to go home and be cheery..there was a time I could make that divide-but not now.

sometimes it's the little things that bring joy

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Tis the Season..

to be contemplative,frugal,thoughtful..
 simple things offer joy like  a 2 dollar glass pitcher..
 or my wonderful hand blown glass globe..from local glassmaker Kate Civero
 my snowy backyard view

 an Amish schoolhouse on way to work

my sunny winter drive early morning
Alas something I am aiming for