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I now live in Victoria, after a couple years on the North Shore of Vancouver, and a (too) brief time in the prairies. Working as an artist, mother and wife (not necessarily in that order), i am striving to live well, to find the truth of God in all things, and to pass on this truth to others.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

week one

it's been seven sleeps under the saskatoon sky.
here is an account of my first experiences as a resident of Saskatoon.  I was welcomed off the plane by my happy husband and two new but very dear friends who brought presents for the kids (and me!).  i took Olivia to the bathroom to change her into her pj's and she was showing me this rash on her arm.  a women in the bathroom asked if she could look at it, then proceeded to tell me what it was, and the type of cream i should buy to help, and apologized profusely for not having said cream on her person.  i was then driven to the home of Martin and Michele, total strangers, who have given us their basement and have wholeheartedly welcomed us into their lives for two weeks. 
the next day we visited Olivia's school.  we walked in the front door and the secretary poked her head around the corner.  "are you Olivia?!!", then the principal "Olivia!  you're finally here!", then on to her classroom where her desk was piled high with notes and presents from her classmates and a room full of kids brimming with excitement to meet her.  one boy pretending to swoon cried out "sixteen girls and eight boys!"
i have learned that my child must bring snowpants in her backpack to school daily, that the garage is useful as a ginormous freezer space, what anti-lock brakes feel like when working, and that i love the prairies.  or, at least, i love it here. 
even though we are still very much in the midst of transition, i feel cradled by God.  as though He's sheltering me, blessing me, handling me gently.  i have seriously seen one face in the last week that wasn't smiling - the librarian when i tried to use my husbands card (i guess they are 100 percent NON-TRANSFERABLE, so don't even try!!!).  the sky is bright, the trees are covered in frost, the air is freezing but the wind is low - it's beautiful. 
i wonder if the months of waiting and struggle and frustration have now offered me this perspective of gratitude.  if so, i'm thankful for them.  i'm so thankful. 
our new church is a community of honesty and striving and kindness.  my husband wakes up happy and comes home from work smiling and that is worth the craziness.  women are calling me and caring for me and laughing at my jokes, and that is keeping the loneliness birds at bay. 
it is good to follow God's lead, even when it means the path takes you through some dark forested areas, or rocky seas with no land in sight - He has brought me out into a spacious place.  because He loves me. 
and He will do the same for you.


  1. A Blessing as you look forward to moving into your new home at weeks end:

    For a New Home

    May this house shelter your life.
    When you come in home here,
    May all the weight of the world
    Fall from your shoulders.

    May your heart be tranquil here,
    Blessed by peace the world cannot give.

    May this home be a lucky place,
    Where the graces your life desires
    Always find the pathway to your door.

    May nothing destructive
    Ever cross your threshold.
    May this be a safe place
    Full of understanding and acceptance.
    Where you can be as you are,
    Without the need of any mask
    Of pretense or image.

    May this home be a place of discovery,
    Where the possibilities that sleep
    In the clay of your soul can emerge
    To deepen and refine your vision
    For all that is yet to come to birth.

    May it be a house of courage,
    Where healing and growth are loved,
    Where dignity and forgiveness prevail;
    A home where patience of spirit is prized,
    And the sight of the destination is never lost
    Though the journey be difficult and slow.

    May there be great delight around this hearth.
    May it be a house of welcome
    For the broken and diminished.

    May you have the eyes to see
    That no visitor arrives without a gift
    And no guest leaves without a blessing.

    - John O’Donohue

  2. I've been thinking about you and reading this brought tears to my eyes, the good sort. How kind He is.