Unplug

October… my favourite month of all, and it’s just about done in a couple of days. Sigh!

How is everyone doing? Are you enjoying this season too as much as I do?

Welcome to my blog and my nomadic posts, which bears a magicians commonly used phrase – “now you see me, now you don’t.”

Every year since after our 2nd year wedding anniversary which is on the 7th of October, I’ve been doing a social media sabbatical. I took it to the next level the following year and asked my husband to join me into an electronic sabbatical during the time that we were away for our anniversary and my birthday (October 11th). We turned off our phones. No screens. Just a good old fashion radio to keep us company, plus a box of 1500 puzzle pieces, and a good book! Fast forward 4 years, and I still do that. I unplug. One time, I took more than a year and a half off of Facebook. I just didn’t open it. In all honesty, it wasn’t that hard. It’s actually liberating! I found so much time in my hand to read, and craft, and write, and do other things that are far more important than being online wasting my life away.

I did the same thing this year. No Facebook. Continue reading

Where is the beauty in the Now?

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Where is the Beauty in the Now?

by Zhi Olson

 

Where is the beauty in the now?

Is it in the fresh snow covering the ground?

Or in the infectious laughter of a toddler running around?

Could it be in the warmth of the fireplace with its flickering flames?

Or in the innocent face of a newborn sleeping, and its delicate frame?

 

Where is the beauty in the now?

Is it in the honest apology for something done wrong?

Or in the gentle embrace of forgiveness and a beautiful song?

Perhaps it is in the sweet scent of a baby’s breath after nursing?

Or in the genuine smile they freely give when joy fills their being? Continue reading

Only grace.

I feel like falling into an abyss. I wish to wake up from it, but the problem is… I am awake. And THIS is real.

I need to write to declutter my thoughts. To get rid of this heaviness in my chest. And to hopefully pull this pit out of my stomach that is making me feel numb, lost and deeply sad all at the same time.

I need to write to emerge from the black hole. A part of me have been retreating from the world ever since I heard the sad news about someone that had been very instrumental to my faith. I still feel a lump in my throat when I think about it. For some reason the ground beneath my feet became more unstable.  Continue reading