glass slippers and prince charmings

I lost my very own version of a glass slipper this afternoon, and it was exactly the same, but different. I wasn't at a ball, that much is pretty obvious to anyone who actually knows me, and I didn't have a real glass slipper. Instead, I was at a nursery, looking for a certain tree, and in my rush to find one before midnight, I mean before winter strikes and all the leaves fall off, I lost my pretty brown flip flop. One survived relatively unharmed, but the other one was lost in some very fertilized ankle deep mud. Luckily for me this girls modern day fairy tale doesn't end there... My prince of the day, a kind elderly man found my delicate shoe, rescued me from the smelly situation, used his drinking water to rinse my ankles and sandals and then proceeded to lead me through the rows of trees, around the dangerously muddy areas, to the red leaved tree of my dreams-Some people have balls, glass slippers and charming young bachelor's, I for the most part have outdoor tree farms, practical flip flops and kind hearted older men-which I am content with.

a hmmmm ish wow kind of day

It was one of those days where a million important tasks loom ominously over your head and for some reason, as the hours pass, it gets easier and easier to focus on the non-urgent important things in life. It must be a method of survival that gets mastered as the years go by. So, I've covered the hmmmm, but I would not do today justice if I failed to mention the wow. It came in those moments where you could only respond by laughing out loud with merriment, or smile in silent wonder as you watch everything all of a sudden make perfect sense to the person beside you. Mostly though, the wow was more than evident in those split seconds where your breathe catches deep within you as good or bad there is a profound knowledge that someone, something so much greater than you, is at work in the world around you. So at work, that when you regain that breathe, you exhale with a noise that sounds much like the 'wow', that describes those moments.

sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget how quickly time goes by, and I begin to wonder what other things in my life I just miss... All of a sudden I find myself wondering how daylight disappears so quickly, and why the rain and wind has replaced the warmth of the sun, and where the green on the trees has gone, only to be substituted by red, gold and brown of leaves in autumn. How do I manage to find the natural progression of the seasons so shocking? Its almost as if life gets so busy or I get so consumed by the 'stuff' of life that I miss out on some of the things I simply and deeply love. But, then I find myself shrugging it all off, because at the rate things are passing me by, the next time I blink fall will have turned into winter, the longest day of the year will have come and gone and then spring will bring with it the renewal of nature and life I look forward to every day. Somehow I must try to prevent that vexatious blink...

post thanksgiving interlude

Ask me how my thanksgiving was and you will watch me struggle to find words to describe how incredible it was! You see, I had the chance to play outside in the streams, puddles and leaves scattered on a fraser valley mountainside. I was also able to visit the destruction of last year's storm at stanley park, and stand in trees as wide as I am tall-the devastation was staggering! We meandered over broken shells, rocks, seaweed, starfish, and sand as we enjoyed a sunny day at the beach in October... oh how I love the beach every day of the year! My absolute highlight though had to have been our thanksgiving feast! And while the food was fantastic (thanks mom) the best part of it all were the 21 random friends we had join us for the celebration! The people there were fantastically diverse and unbelievably hilarious. It was a steady stream of laughter from the moment they stepped into the house until the moment we all went to bed and stopped giggling about the events of the night! For me 'Family Thanksgiving' was completely redefined this Monday-I cannot help but wonder what Christmas will be like!