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I LOVE snow!

My greatest memories of childhood, on the East Coast of Canada, include cold winter days, with snow just to the bottom of the street stop signs, and the sun shining brightly.

1899444_10152239354045789_1011036403_oIt is a rare thing to have such a day on the West Coast, so when they come, one needs to fully appreciate every second that they exist.

There is no putting off until tomorrow that tobogganing, making snow angels, having a snowball fight, making candy in the snow or simply walking in a winter wonderland. It has to be done in the moment.

Awakening earlier this week to this beautiful vision of wonder I knew that I had to live in the moment, and take pictures so that I would have a record, a memory, that I got to enjoy such beauty, in this place.

You see I knew a reality that I never experienced in my bright and sunny East Coast winter paradise … it would start melting as soon as the sun was high in the brilliant blue sky, and this magical vision of beauty would be gone.

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I felt a bit like Cinderella, running from front to the back of our house, phone in hand, snapping pictures, as the seconds on the clock ticked ever closer to twelve.

Although the significant snowfall did not score a snow day of no school, it re-energized and revived my soul as not much else could, and I was content to bundle up and head to a day of work with the rays of sun shining through every window, enriching my natural Vitamin D deficient body and mind.

Of course, there is still snow in the forecast next week, so there is yet another opportunity for that oft dreamed of, prayed for, and anticipated call of “school is canceled” … just sayin’.

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Did I mention that another of my fondest childhood memories was hoping for snow to be canceled because of snow?  😉

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Sunday Surprise

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It was a most wonderful … wonderfilled way to awaken on a Sunday morning.

SNOW

The winter wonderland outside my windows brightened the sky, every tree touched by it’s blanket.

Though I still struggle referring to a foot of snow as a snowstorm, I have adapted fully to how so little snow can change the plans of a day (thought it is always more wonderfilled when that day is a school day).

1899502_10152233056125789_1545355437_oOur plans for this Sabbath were unique to begin with.

A 4am hockey game lured me from my bed … at 6am (obviously I am not a true Canadian hockey fan).

Hubby had this Sunday off, and our plans had been to attend the church our eldest attends.

But …

the snow …

it was so …

so …

altering.

As fully adjusted Easterners who have become Westerners, we thought it might be best to not leave the safety of our warm home, and warm pajamas.

It drew us to our cozy chairs, with steaming drinks, big quilts, and highlights of the game. A lazy, Sabbath, day of rest.

Amen

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I hate rain. Well that is not completely true, because in the summer there is nothing so delightful as a cooling shower during a heat spell, or the sound of rain falling softly, as you drift off to sleep.

My family lives in the rain forest region of North America, where almost every day in winter gets rained on (I affectionately like to refer to the late fall to late spring as monsoon season).

One day,  w  a  y  back on Spring Break, I headed out for a walk. It was just me, the beast and an open trail. It was a  v  e  r  y  open trail, because it was raining and most sane people were staying in the coffee shops. I was just desperate to get out and get fresh air in my lungs, and to stretch my legs.

When I began my walk in the rain, I was not singing (like Fred Astaire), but I was grumbling to the beast about the rain. I was feeling like it was a cruel punishment to have rain fall on my break, when I was finally free to get outdoors. I was grumbling … significantly.

Then the strangest thing happened, precipitation was continuing at a great pace, but it’s form started to change … to snow! Not just a few tiny flakes either, these were flakes the size of … Frosted Flakes cereal! They were enormous! They were landing, and staying, and accumulating, and fast.

The next part of my walk was effortless, happy and wonder-filled! I was singing, I was trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue (this is so not a good idea for one, such as myself, who is naturally clumsy, while one is walking), I was smiling, and walking at a much faster pace. All of a sudden my dark and depressing environment was changed into a wonderland of beauty, and that changed my internal environment.

As I drove home, smiling broadly, I found myself thinking that my hubby would NOT be excited with the weather change to snow, but he would see it as a curse! Much like how I see the rain.

Which then reminded me of a verse in the Bible. When I got home, I found it:

“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.  Matthew 5:43-45

I think maybe, other than talking about the sun and rain, the verse is a reminder that we are not called to Christ to live an easier existence, or one of our personal preferences. We are called to live a life of loving the unlovable of our lives … people especially, but also external circumstances as well.

In a way, we need to learn to make lemonade with the lemons we are handed in our life. I wish I had learned this lesson earlier … I might not have had times of feeling hard done by, or stuck. I wonder how some of the sour people and situations in my life might have ended up sweet, like lemonade, if I had been able to look at people and things through the eyes of love (aka. just add sugar).

 

 


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Woohoo! I walk out of a quickly filling big box store, just nine sleeps to Christmas day, and snow flakes are starting to fall from the pregnant clouds. I am in the right place!

I have been humming “I’ll be Home for Christmas” since my son and I boarded the plane on the west coast, heading for the east. And now I get to hum “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” (okay, confession time, I have been humming that since November first … but, I digress).

It is so good to be here, at the home of my birth, as the Christmas season is in full motion. I get to see my parents, my brothers and their families, other family members, friends and old familiar places.

I am discovering that the one way that my mom and I are not the same is Christmas decor. She LOVES it! I usually twiddle my thumbs all Christmas day, hoping my family will let me take the tree down on Boxing Day (it often comes down around the New Year … sigh).

For instance, there are snowmen EVERYWHERE around her house! They are in every room (the bathroom could be called the snowman room (kind of makes you wonder if that is where snowman ‘poop’ came from. She could have a store, and make a mint, just by selling her snowmen.

Then there are the Christmas dishes (sets, mugs, glasses, serving dishes) that fill her china cabinet. There are not enough family members to utilize all of them.

Then there is the tree … I feel inadequate just sitting in the same room as her Christmas tree. It is … perfect! It looks better than any tree in any store that has been professionally decorated! I would not even post a pick of mine on the internet!

I do love how my mom hangs on to things (some things). My mom has on her refrigerator a nativity that she has been putting on her refrigerator for (we added it up) over thirty-five years. It was on a bag of “Ben’s” bread. Mom used her sharp eyes to cut each piece out perfectly (she is the queen of the line, “if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right the first time” … therapy is the only cure for that one … just sayin’). Then she wets each piece and presses it to the fridge, in a perfect line.

All joking aside (otherwise my mom might send me packing for defaming her 😉 ), the time here will go quickly, I am sure. It is such a blessing to be able to be here at this time of year. Nostalgia is reigning in my mind and heart! Now if the snow would just hurry up and show my son what a real snowstorm is!

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Twas the beginning of December,

And all through the Lower Mainland,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse (check out Nitpicking )

The children were nestled, all snug in their rain boots,

In hopes that Saint Nick would not be rained out of his route.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But five sun shines in the the forecast … nothing but clear!

Seriously, I thought that the weather guy had lost it for good (or, maybe my weather app. was malfunctioning). It just is not a normal or predictable thing for the weather forecast to be for sun, here in the monsoon belt, for two days in a row, let alone five.

So I have gone to work for three mornings now, able to see the freshly fallen snow on the nearby mountains. It just makes me hum, ‘it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.’ I was even able to take a walk out in the fresh, crisp air after school yesterday … without a rain jacket. I feel like I am living in the midst of a miracle. And I fear that any moment I might wake up from this beautiful dream and see my reality for what it really is … a wet, grey, dull nightmare!

For the first time in years, I have hopes for a white Christmas (okay, it is probably a fantasy, but, a girl can dream). We had snow over the Christmas holidays about five years ago (wow! five years ago, and five sun shines in the forecast … that has to be reason for hoping), and it was glorious! Things got canceled, the snowploughs were not able to keep up, and people got stranded at home … it was perfect, heck, it was the perfect storm! I do not remember a more delightful Christmas, for our family. Lots of play in the snow, lots of nothing to ‘have’ to do, lots of visual beauty to be seen.

I do admit to hoping that my dream might come true. I do hope to go to bed on Christmas Eve, with snow falling softly on the ground. I do hope to awaken on December 25th with a blanket of snow all around to add to the wonder of the day. I do admit, that, the child within me just hopes for a show of enchantment this, and every Christmas season.

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.  You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”  ~J.B. Priestley

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There is nothing more delightful for me than the sights, sounds and hope of fresh falling snow.

The beautiful, clean, whiteness of snow blankets all that it touches with perfect precision. The sounds of the tiny weightless flakes as they land on everything they touch. And then there’s the hope that results from it’s falling … a SNOW DAY … NO SCHOOL … NOTHING THAT HAS TO BE DONE!

Truly the hope that comes from snow falling can touch our lives with perfect precision (just when we need a break), and the sounds, well they are not so gentle since the gradual late waking of a household of school kids, whose day at school has been canceled, can be one expression of noisy joy after another.

As the snow is falling this evening, hope is rising!

This evening while out to pick up my daughter, it took forty minutes to drive a distance that is normally fifteen minutes, AND I felt more relaxed than anxious, as I entertained the hopeful possibility of school cancellation tomorrow.

I am not alone in my snow filled dreaming, because as I looked on a rather popular social networking site, I noticed that there were more hopeful school staff with a status that shared my hopes, than students on my daughters account.

I admit that I am more ridiculously hopeful of a snow day than the average adolescent. It is not that I do not enjoy my job, because I do love it. It is more the bliss of a day off, with a good excuse to go nowhere, and do nothing. For me, as an adult, that is a dream!

Now, chances are that the temperature will warm, the snow will turn to rain, and I will be going to work (at school) along with my kids. But, on the off chance that we do get a school day off tomorrow … and for all our friends and family in the east … ‘we got a school day off … for three inches of snow!’ There’s gotta be at least one advantage to living in the monsoon season of the wet west coast.

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