My tiny speck of planet Earth looks like this:
To the locals’ dismay I actually like it. I understand the haters – dangerous roads, health hazards, those who need shelter, crazy heating costs.
Don’t imagine that this winter love comes from a “sunny disposition”. Nope. I fight my own negativity. All. The. Time.
But here are ten reasons why a snowy cold winter is still a rock star:
1. WHITE, WHITE, WHITE – It could be ugly brown or grey but we get WHITE, fluffy stuff. It reflects and magnifies our little bit of sunlight.
2. NO BUGS. NO WEEDS – Without these temperatures, bugs, plant diseases, and weeds would be a disaster come summer.
3. YEARLY RESET – The land rests and restores. Without it there would not be enough nutrients for green growing things. I need that reset too.
As we celebrate the holidays, I am grateful for my blog readers, businesses, artists, and activists. Each year I meet more and more people creatively using their talents for good.
To the Market – Survivor Made Goods
Purposeful Design – Handmade furniture that creates jobs
The Feather and Arrow – Quilts that support anti-slavery efforts (pictured above)
Better Way Imports – Fair Trade goods
Mercy Rising – book to help you find your place in the world of compassionate giving
Mercy Rising – scarf shop – Slavery prevention in Asia
Blessings for Baher – Help a family recover from a medical crisis
Forever WE Dolls – A doll for you and a doll for kids with cancer
Compassion International – Sponsor a Child
College Park Church - Build Schools in India
The Mantis and the Moon – Son of Laughter
After All These Years – Andrew Peterson
Mortar and Stone – Jill Phillips
Mysteries of the Kingdom – Aaron J Robinson
The Harpooner – Thomas McKenzie
On Being a Writer – Charity Singleton Craig
Living into Focus: Choosing What Matters in an Age of Distraction – Arthur Boers
Jamin Still – oil painting, prints including Christmas Cards
Joe Sutphin – illustration
Joetography – Photographs/Art Prints
(Guest post today from writer Charity Singleton Craig. She can be found at Bringing Words to Life, The High Calling, Tweet Speak Poetry, and in her upcoming book On Being a Writer)
Our dinner table discussion started innocently enough when I said something about my husband and four step-sons being the “men” of the house. I don’t even remember why, but as quickly as the words escaped my lips, our youngest said, “You called us ‘men.’ We’re not men are we?” At age eleven, “man” was a stretch.
“I just meant that you all are ‘males,’” I said, trying to back my way out of the discussion.
“But you said ‘men,’” he replied. And he was right. “How old do you have to be to become a man?”
This year has felt like a year of rain. With a hard year of uncertainty, we both were bone weary, and even packing up the car seemed a chore. Where in the world would we find the soul energy to interact with new people?
(image @Mark Geil)
(From the Archives)
Out of breath, out of time.
I lunch and wait for the next appointment.
Long days line up like dominoes ready to topple.
Unexpected fellows – these tall trees and ruins that hum a tune from A Secret Garden.