photo credit: Gary Crofts
Staying snug and cozy here at home today after yesterday's whopper of a snowstorm. A morning walk through this winter-wonderland, a hot bath, sipping a mug of my new holiday tea, books by the fire, curling up to watch the newest Anne of Green Gables, creamy potato soup by candlelight... perfect.
As tomorrow marks the first Sunday of Advent, I thought it would be nice to create a natural wreath from the beautiful materials I gathered this evening (in the dark!) from our own yard and a neighboring horse pasture. It's a lot easier to go out and buy an artificial wreath at the craft store, but there's absolutely no comparison with the natural beauty, the heavenly scent, and the satisfaction I felt in making something out of my own hands.
As we gather for supper each Sunday, we'll light a candle in anticipation and remembrance of Christ's birth, His gift of Light to the World. The fourth and last candle saved to burn on Christmas Day.
"If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough."
noticing:: blustery winds and a light dusting of snow last night and through this morning. Looks like the weather is finally taking a turn to cold and winter. We've been enjoying such a glorious, mild autumn.
smelling:: cozy, stay-at-home days like this always puts me into the baking mood. I mixed up a batch of Challah dough, and with the two extra portions, I decided to make "star bread"--one cinnamon and the other Nutella. Boy, my house smells divine.
listening:: Bach station on Pandora.
reading:: The Irresistable Introvert: (Chung).
viewing:: marathon 10 episodes of The Crown (Netflix) last weekend. Yes, hooked, loved, and guilty pleasure.
outing:: Jane and I sure enjoyed our night out on the town Saturday evening. Lovely candlelight dinner at Himalayan Kitchen and then off to Ballet West's beautiful production of Madam Butterfly. (Tickets so kindly gifted to me.) So grateful to spend this special time with her before she and Preston leave for Virginia in January.
thanking:: Something totally unexpected, joyful, and wondrous happened to me last week that I want to record and never want to forget. I was notified by email that an "admirer and fan" of my work anonymously paid (in September and me just finding out about it now) for an online portraiture painting course in my behalf. Tears. I had previously taken a few drawing courses from the same instructor and others-- focusing and working all year on drawing-- and have now desired and felt like it might be time to go on to the next level with oils, etc, but waiting patiently when the time was better financially. Also to note: that same week I was grateful to book two massage sessions that provided most if not all ofthe funds for my painting supplies!
I am so humbled, touched, and deeply grateful for angels who have so generously and so personally come to my aid over and over these last few years. All of these miracles and mercies witness that Heaven is indeed aware and does loves me. That my art practice is a gift that needs to continue to be nurtured.
“You know Pastor, baking is a real art. Especially bread baking. There is something so divine about it. It is a pure alchemy. And all alchemical elements are there: flour that comes from the earth and represents material, water that you mix with flour to make the dough, air released by the yeast fermentation that makes dough rise, fire that bakes the bread. It is fantastic. And the aroma of hot bread released during baking is the most pleasant fragrance for our senses. Think about that for a moment, Pastor. Any food aroma that we like, no matter how much we like it, gets overwhelming after a while, and we open the kitchen windows and close kitchen doors so the smell doesn’t get into the living room. Any smell, but the smell of freshly baked bread. Did you ever hear anybody complain about the smell of baked bread? Nobody, Pastor! Nobody. You hear people complaining about their neighbors frying fish, roasting pork, barbecuing sausages, but nobody ever complains about the smell of baked bread. And you know why? Because it is divine. It is magic – the magic of the craft.”
~Stevan V. Nikolic, Truth According to Michael
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