Confessions of An Apple.....

I had the most beautiful apple in my hand that day.... The sun was shining through the windows and it felt as thought it could give me a tan if stood still long enough. It was so bright and refreshing, especially after feeling time stood still in the biting cold of a Northern B.C. winter. As I stood there almost about to bite into the delicious looking red apple in my hand, I was caught in awe at how it reflected the sun shining on me. It was gleaming and proud. Suddenly I found myself personifying this lovely morsel and wondering if had it been a "real" something, what would it be like. Ok, I know, sounds weird. But it was so shiny...I had to take it outside and look at it in the sun. Then I saw the freshly fallen snow on the ground. It had no footprints and was totally unaware of it's fate to be stomped on, sled on, balled up and thrown and laid upon. It was so white. It too was shiny but not like the apple...more like diamonds. How could I resist? So taken by the strong red apple and the glistening white snow...They had to meet!
So I went and got my camera and thus began the photo shoot of Confessions of an Apple. The pictures were beautiful. I put that apple all over the yard, posing it as if it were going to see the pictures itself. I was so fascinated by those striking colors. Then I got a great shot, ripe and red, perched on a green branch, angled from the ground with a perfect blue sky behind and the gleaming white snow beneath it..It was beautiful.
I was done..

I ate the apple!
It was just as tasty as it looked. That apple had a good life!

Hee hee hee
Crystal

Back to the Red Shoes...

So I never got to share about my Red Shoes that night. I am wiggling my toes inside the warm surroundings of the patent Red Shoes on my feet. They are the second pair of Red Shoes I have purchased this year. Pleased with myself I tell you that I paid very little for both. In fact, so little that one pair didn't even break a common Blue Bill. Yet in their simplicity and financially humble state they are surprisingly pleasing to me and my girlish thoughts. I wiggle my feet about every so often, catching the gleam of the sun bouncing off the tops. They are shiny and clean and Fire engine Red! They are the only color on a typically black enrobed body. They have little straps across the top that meet in a tidy little bow and gently sit atop my foot. The are soft soled which also pleases me as when I walk, they are not clicky and noticeable...I can be sneaky.... Although, I do enjoy a good clicky shoe every once in a while.

For whatever reason, the Red Shoes are making me giggle every time I look at them. Maybe they remind me of being a little girl, although I don't recall having a pair when I was one. None the less, I am still amused by them. Maybe it's that they are so bright! They look like a stop light! Maybe it's that I have found myself hiding in black for various reasons over the years and when I wear the Red Shoes I feel like I am being more honest with who I am and that the truth of it is that the shoes represent the part of me that I might be hiding. Not because I don't want others to see me, but because I don't want others to judge me. my size, shape, style, taste, ahhhh...the truth....Fear! Hmmm.....Funny how a little pair of Red Shoes can say so much....even that makes me giggle a little. Truth is a funny thing sometimes!

Well they are on, I am wearing Red Shoes and I am slowly learning to be me again. Even if it's one shoe at a time!

C

An excerpt from my book...I ACCEPT~Being enough in a world that says your not!......

I sit here and look out the window in the room that will soon be our bedroom. The sun is peaking through the trees and I can hear the pitter patter of multiple children through the floor above me. The happy stomps and door slams of blissfully distracted, amused and preoccupied children. My husband is somewhere in the great wilderness of our yard tending to its relentless aesthetic demands and I sit tucked away here in a slightly chilly unfinished basement content to write until my hands are numb. Wish I could, but I suppose that walking away from the solace of the keyboard and my quiet yet babbling brook of a brain would be the more considerate thing to do as the house and all it’s occupants are readying for out of town company and I suppose I should be part of that process..Ahhh…I want to whine and get sent to MY room!!!! Please

Red Shoes...

So I seem to have a thing for Red Shoes. I think tonight when I have a few moments that are not being engulfed by the sound of Winnie the Pooh and Friends on the PS2 and the oh so pleasant sound of six children (guest included) playing/fighting for their turn on it, has passed. So tonight I shall return and share all about my Red Shoes and why they are so delightfully occupying my mind....

Tomorrow....

So here I am again, with cold feet and a wandering mind. If I had a clear head for good decisions tonight I would be alongside my husband who lay only a few steps away from me doing as he is and snoring blissfully in a wonderland of dreams and feather pillows piled on monuments of blankets. Yikes that was one very long sentence. The same clear head that eludes me tonight would have corrected that long sentence and refined it with style and accuracy...Ah but No. Not tonight. Just cold feet, snoring and the tantalizing call of the fluffy bed behind me. Well I shall return, maybe tomorrow with a greater thought to share. Maybe not! Maybe I will return with cold feet, a cup of cocoa and a story to tell????
Goodnight today, See you in the next today!

Till then...

Artful Blogging....

A new concept that I have been introduced to. I feel so naive and freshman to it all. I am fascinated by the whole idea. Like a life journal slash diary, slash photography and art collection....Hhmmm I think I may have to explore this some more. I never even thought to take my life to that level out in the big world. Kind of makes me wonder why I Blog. Why do I blog? Do I want the world to know me, know what I think and believe? Maybe I want the world to respond to me. I don't think that's it though as I have never really hinged on the responses of those who read my words. maybe it's like painting. I know why I paint. I paint to breath. Like for some stepping out of a car and into the fresh air that surrounds you at a lake side or the intoxicating feelings of the salty air at the beach that brings us to near utopia. That's what painting is for me. Why do I write. It doesn't let me breath, it's not intoxicating or invigorating or even calming. What then? It's real. It feels like the moment when you have just poured out your heart to the right person and you know as the words drip off your tongue they will be met with the soothing relief of landing on just the right set of ears even if they may or may not be able to lift you up with any certain words but just landing on those safe ears, that's all that matters. That's what writing is like for me. That's why I blog. Oh I think this may grow in leaps and bounds...what doors can open....let me see, let me see!!!!!

How time goes by...

I don't think I have ever experienced so much change in such a short amount of time in all of my life. We have gone to a wonderful house 10 minutes out of the urban jungle of Northern BC's capital, Prince George. To a child's paradise also in P.G. on 160 acres of half agricultural half residential land, nestled in trees and birds and the sound of absolute silence with the exception of the breeze in the trees (that is when the kids are all asleep...).
We moved here one month ago now and I can hardly believe it. Time has never been faster. They say that as we age time only gets faster. Well that thought upon reflecting on this summer is somewhat unsettling. I can't imagine it going faster than it is now! The children love it here. With four lofty tree houses built by them and endless trees to climb and hide in and live in according to their imaginations they are in heaven on earth. They have all made friends here and much to my delight have spent from sun up till sun down outside adventuring like never before. Ahhhh...the sigh of relief aftermuch prayer and preperation is finally starting to breath out of me.
The move was a shear thrill as we with much faith asked the Lord very specifically for details of the anticipated day and they all went just as we had prayed. We had over twenty people help us on the day and to our blessing, were in, set up and settled by 4:00pm that same afternoon. What a miracle. Getting used to our new surroundings took little to no time at all. It was as if we had always been here. The smells, the air, the view, like it was all part of our everyday lives.
We could not have asked for better. How loved we are by our heavenly Father. HE has shown us in so many ways. The life he allowes us to have here has been the greatest adventure and delight to us yet. Thank you Lord for all you have done. May our lives glorify you in return, if there could even begin to be one!

Crystal