The holiday dazzle is on a downward slop to fade… but here are few moments to remember.
Tag: Christmas
A Little Pampering…
Well, we are pampering ourselves a little here over the holidays. I just packed my bags for a two-night stay in a suite at the Gaylord Hotel. And I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I am thinking about not cooking or entertaining–just enjoying fine cuisine, elegant holiday ambience, food, fun, family, and rest…
The Magnificat
“Fra Angelico” by Florenz (1446) In the last decade, a depth of appreciation has grown in my heart for the historic church. In my youth, I had no regard for the roots of Christianity, and my ignorance about the great heritage of meaningful tradition, often based upon significant biblical truth, left a void in my spirit….
haiku: kindling
just a baby born blessed is the kindling that sparked redemption’s great flame
Mongolian Mountain Climbing in Slippers
It seems I went to Ulaanbaantar, Mongoila, at 3:10 AM in my slippers. No, I wasn’t dreaming or sleep walking… but I was there. And it is interesting since I have talked a lot in my spiritual journey about going to Mongolia. In fact, my husband and I have a joke about being buried in…
O Holy Night!
Doesn’t this just say it all?
This Still Cracks Me Up!
Hey, I was one of those kids who got a hula hoop for Christmas and loved it! And the chipmunks’ Christmas song, well, it still cracks me up.
Stuffed Stockings
Since our daughter is 19 now and no longer the little girl that used to sneak around the house to spy Christmas presents, we stuff our stockings early–way before Christmas Eve. They are already stuffed with goodies. Actually, it means everyone of us must use self control not to peak. It’s hardest for me….
Taking Refuge
For those of you looking for a recent update on dad, please read my last post below, “Dad’s Last Hour.” We were summoned to the hospital this morning for what we thought to be Dad’s last moments. Before we got there, he had rallied somewhat and stabilized. Then after a time of family consultation and prayer, we…
Leaning on the Stars
Leaning on the Stars Writers are strange creatures. Who can explain the impulse to write or tell when it will come–or worse–when it will go? We are leaving for the airport in about 20 minutes, and this poem came to my mind. It would be so easy to skip this trip, to enjoy the first of the holidays…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 