It took me until this time in my life to learn the importance of having companions. I am still learning. Naturally, I keep all that is deep to myself, but it feels good to find pieces of yourself in others, thus creating a friendship. I love when friends gather, especially when coffee is involved.
Cinnamon white hot chocolate.
S’mores hot chocolate.
Chocolate chip muffin.
Holiday drinks are the best.
These are the best kind of days.
I have missed my pops, so I took him out to lunch today. A little taste of my favourite place in all the world - Israel.
Complete with donairs and baklava.
I love time spent with him.
I’ll be home for Christmas.
Travelling through a dreary snow storm brings to mind the scene in The Wind and the Willows when the mole and the fox endure the wretched blizzard, all to help a friend. They braved the darkness, the thick falling snow and the killer chills in search of the badger’s home. When embarking they thought solely with their hearts, knowledge being absent. If that were not so, they surely would not have ventured into the intimidating woods. The search evolved into hours as a result of faulty navigation. They mistakingly traced their steps again and again. The two determined creatures were lost and their hope was frozen somewhere along the way. The companions were weary and teetering on the edge of giving up, until they searched their hearts. They dug deep looking for strength that would carry them farther, instead they found the love that brought them to the miserable forest in the beginning. Everything else they had failed them, except their affection for the dear friend they were out to aid. Being brought to the forefront of their minds, the mission led them onward. Love was the light that directed their path after hope escaped their cold grasps. And it is my guide on this frosted eve. Call out the passion in your heart and you will find your way to wherever you are supposed to be tonight.
I haven’t baked in far too long. So as a thank you to my hosts of the past couple of days I made their favourite treats, which happen to be a favourite of
mine too-coconut banana loaf and muffins. Boo ya.
New obsession: painting my nails.
For two weeks I have been living out of a small suitcase that was packed for three days. With a measly amount of money, but a rich abundance of faith I have had the type of adventure people dream about. Included with bus rides, couch hopping, hiking, photo taking and journalism. Home is not yet in sight, and although I dearly miss the ones my heart love, I am coming to know that home is not a place. Home is wherever the presence of peace, security and refuge reside. And as I become aware of this I grow farther away from the worrisome person I used to be. I am with Jesus in heights and in depths, and wherever I go, He is at my side. He is my dwelling place.
Yesterday was an overwhelming day for me, and I asked the Father continually through the day for peace. Of course it came, but in a way I didn’t anticipate. I heard the drum beat from a block away and my heart was captured. I followed the guiding and the voices became louder. I discovered a round dance and being able to participate filled me with what God knew I needed. I am thankful that my Father cares. I am blessed to worship in many forms. And I am filled with all good gifts from my Dad.
Another thing to cross off my bucket list. Ski in the mountains - done and done.