Snuggle Things

On Saturday morning Emily & Kalyee crawled into bed with me. Kaylee said she was a "snuggle fairy" with very delicate wings. Emily started out as a snuggle bug and then switched to a "snuggle guinea pig" also with very delicate fur. I was supposed to pet them both very gently.

Snuggle things are nice.

Professionally Speaking

When people talk about being "professional" - it's a word I don't really understand. I don't know what it means. I get it if something is effective, or innovative or, well done, or cool, or high quality - but I don't know what "professional" means. It sort of has a mildly negative connotation for me, now that I think of it. Corporate, stayed, distant, cold, how's it usually done - professional.

Inspiration

I shared this little thought a couple of times a the lake this summer. I thought I'd jot it down here. It's about inspiration.

There's almost no feeling that I like better the real inspiration. It fills me and makes my soul hum at a frequency that nothing else can. When it hits - I mean really hits - I feel like I can't contain it. I feel like I'm close to something that I'm desperate to touch, but can't quite. There's an ache, a longing, a drive to something unknown. It almost hurts. But it's one of the best feelings I know. A talk I heard a couple of months ago hit me that way. I actually wrote "ouch" in the margin of the ppt hand out.

2 Corinthians 5:2 - 5 says, "Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come."

The Bible talks, in a few places, about groaning as we wait for heaven. I always thought it was about how miserable life is sometimes, dreary and depressing. But when I read that recently it sounded more like how I feel when I'm inspired, not miserable!

I wondered if inspiration isn't about drawing near to the eternal, and how our spirits glow and strain within us when we are a breath away from God but don't realize it. I wonder if biblical references to groaning and longing aren't a call to find those things that truly inspire us. In that place we are closer to God and better able to reflect some of His glory earthward - even if it's a bit uncomfortable.

Music Moping

I need some new music. I'm tired of my old music. Does anyone have a favourite new song I can check out. I need help! Really.

Doodle Jag

Do you ever get on a doodle jag? Where you find yourself doodling the same thing for a while? I guess I usually have some favourite doodle or other on the go. They can last for weeks - even months. This is my current doodle that keeps turning up on scrap sheets of paper. It only works with a nice sharp pencil. As it turns out, I have two on my desk at work.

Burying Dad

On the August long-weekend we buried our dad at the Baynes Lake Cemetery.

It was a beautiful sunny day. Family and good friends came out to the graveyard in the morning and we all took turns digging. Shannon & I put Dad's ashes in the grave. Emily, Kaylee, Ella & Amy put everlastings and forget-me-nots in the grave. We added some lake water and Joan added some sweet grass. We all threw some dirt on the grave and all four girls worked for a while filling it back in as we all watched. Finally Shannon & I finished filling the grave. We watered it with the rest of the lake water and Ruth put some flowers on top.

That afternoon we had a small service at the Baynes Lake church that my great grandparents built and had a reception back at our place - the place my dad built. It was a good day. I miss my dad.

Feeling Crafty

I want to make something so badly! I just don't know what. Maybe I could just collect some supplies and see what evolves. Stuff like, crepe paper, glue, talented people, passion and imagination. And like, I dunno - scissors, water colours, dreams, vision, creativity, connections and maybe some pretty yarn.

I wish I knew what it was I wanted to make.