tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294549212024-03-14T00:04:44.583-07:00Becoming-HumanIs this not the life undertaking of us all...to become human?
Jean VanierBecoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.comBlogger349125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-25227645890608557222012-11-27T02:33:00.002-08:002012-11-27T02:37:42.328-08:00re-start<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Struggling to re-frame a day that started too early, I think about the idea of starting again - and was reminded of this blog; my way of recording the beautiful things of every day life. It's been awhile! The beautiful things of life remain so it's time to hit the re-start button and start blogging again! </span>Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-63295244870976471202012-02-27T18:58:00.000-08:002012-02-27T18:58:08.052-08:00cheap thrills<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-eMbm-oyaA/T0xCdXUNP1I/AAAAAAAAA5k/zSLikxvQONg/s1600/two+cars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-eMbm-oyaA/T0xCdXUNP1I/AAAAAAAAA5k/zSLikxvQONg/s1600/two+cars.jpg" /></a></div><br />
To see a friend pass by on the road and frantically wave as our cars swoosh by each other.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-27515516430582340852012-02-24T21:01:00.000-08:002012-02-24T21:01:16.431-08:00good news<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6y30kNaKkrI/T0hq5QVTwMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/e9yUJbwesTs/s1600/sailing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6y30kNaKkrI/T0hq5QVTwMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/e9yUJbwesTs/s1600/sailing.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">For a moment, my friend's good news reminds me of what I don't have. I breath deep and fill my soul with gratitude for what I do have, what I hope for, and what I trust will come to my life. </span>Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-29604509679492201262012-02-23T17:17:00.000-08:002012-02-23T17:17:53.684-08:00laugh!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcLHA1RcTis/T0blM-IT9xI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Oh_V0cUTrjI/s1600/laugh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcLHA1RcTis/T0blM-IT9xI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Oh_V0cUTrjI/s1600/laugh.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Our quiet office is transformed by our new colleague; her laughter resonates throughout the hallways.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-47608675027001145362012-02-22T19:03:00.001-08:002012-02-22T19:03:32.025-08:00teach me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FDm6o2rkes/T0WsWWeyABI/AAAAAAAAA5M/gI0uxgNzIZ8/s1600/knitting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FDm6o2rkes/T0WsWWeyABI/AAAAAAAAA5M/gI0uxgNzIZ8/s1600/knitting.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I've decided to learn to knit. From all corners in my life come offers to help me learn. Patient teachers fix my mistakes, answer questions, and keep me going.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-42117894286025931462012-02-21T18:40:00.001-08:002012-02-21T18:52:15.825-08:00pancakes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nbjyTdSyfg/T0RVjoBVrII/AAAAAAAAA5E/n4ip9WXJfRE/s1600/pancakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nbjyTdSyfg/T0RVjoBVrII/AAAAAAAAA5E/n4ip9WXJfRE/s1600/pancakes.jpg" /></a></div>It's Shrove Tuesday, which means pancakes for everyone in Lunenburg County, no matter if you're a church goer or not. Whether it was at the firehall, church basement, school, or community hall, chances are you had syrup with supper tonight.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-16490658348534970142012-02-17T02:35:00.000-08:002012-02-17T02:35:19.946-08:00have you heard?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrBGLJqd6b8/Tz4tS5E2DHI/AAAAAAAAA48/epluKaayqUk/s1600/robin+singing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrBGLJqd6b8/Tz4tS5E2DHI/AAAAAAAAA48/epluKaayqUk/s1600/robin+singing.jpg" /></a></div><br />
"Have you heard the robins?" My neighbour tells me that the songbirds are singing again. The next morning I take time to listen for their greeting.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-33109391339376265032012-02-11T18:53:00.000-08:002012-02-11T18:53:41.251-08:00in the pasture<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">On the first day of snow, when the white curtain of winter began to stream down, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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Kids are playing hockey out on the frozen lake. It's a quintessential Canadian moment and the first time I've ever seen it for myself.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-4885183124254494062012-02-04T10:40:00.001-08:002012-02-04T19:45:10.122-08:00bowling . . . and not alone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMegRVbnnV4/Ty17EoDTceI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xbK-mTAcefY/s1600/Bowling+Alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMegRVbnnV4/Ty17EoDTceI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xbK-mTAcefY/s320/Bowling+Alone.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br />
As the book <a href="http://bowlingalone.com/"> </a><i><a href="http://bowlingalone.com/">Bowling Alone</a> </i>(about the change in how people in America interact and engage in society) was partially responsible for my current career path, it's somewhat ironic that I now bowl with a local league. As I look around the alley, there are familiar faces, smiles of recognition, and warm welcomes. It's the Friday night league in Lunenburg and I feel like I belong.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-63957770060941414712012-02-02T18:24:00.000-08:002012-02-02T18:24:38.694-08:00inside, outside<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQARm7zyOUU/TytFRvqSsMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/jpDr6hA_L6w/s1600/roses+and+teacups.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQARm7zyOUU/TytFRvqSsMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/jpDr6hA_L6w/s1600/roses+and+teacups.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
</div>Outside, today was cold and grey. Inside, it was filled with naps, tea with a new friend, help with a project, and a package in the post.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-12758319499472768322012-02-01T19:14:00.000-08:002012-02-01T19:14:55.819-08:00winter's walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjE6vIXyp7k/Tyn_WRDZ9KI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Y44WmXsYbr4/s1600/winters+night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjE6vIXyp7k/Tyn_WRDZ9KI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Y44WmXsYbr4/s1600/winters+night.jpg" /></a></div><br />
The woods envelop us and we enter, silenced and awed by a world of glistening white. Branches heavy with snow tempt us to try a taste.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-44831733552493783982012-01-31T18:35:00.001-08:002012-01-31T18:41:12.733-08:00maybe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJGXKfHO0cA/TyimNZCjRlI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/xNXhsvSD2rI/s1600/IMG_2112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DJGXKfHO0cA/TyimNZCjRlI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/xNXhsvSD2rI/s320/IMG_2112.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Home for the holidays means camp fires by the river, day-long brunches, and tea laced with Grand Marnier. It's good to be here.<br />
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<a href="http://davidmyles.bandcamp.com/track/ill-be-home-for-christmas-uptempo-version">I'll Be Home for Christmas</a>Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-39143815145599205852011-12-12T18:58:00.000-08:002011-12-12T18:58:50.904-08:00city mouse, country mouse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b2-U3aJ47s/Tua_TD40nnI/AAAAAAAAA3s/TCbqn-47bOA/s1600/city+mouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b2-U3aJ47s/Tua_TD40nnI/AAAAAAAAA3s/TCbqn-47bOA/s320/city+mouse.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I feel deep and abiding peace when in the country. When in the city, there's energy and new experiences everywhere. But which one am I?Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-58002711818620178782011-12-11T19:15:00.001-08:002011-12-12T18:53:40.643-08:00one for every body<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A0FNJ7RHvx4/TuVxg7Qt2FI/AAAAAAAAA3k/3oZJyyEWCik/s1600/IMG_2319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A0FNJ7RHvx4/TuVxg7Qt2FI/AAAAAAAAA3k/3oZJyyEWCik/s320/IMG_2319.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Lunenburg County is the Balsam Fir Christmas tree capital of the world. Around every bend someone is selling wreaths and Christmas trees - including at the headstone monument lot, in front yards, and at the recycling centre. Some days I wonder if there are more Christmas trees than people here. At the very least, there's one for each of us.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-9712403430977917102011-12-09T16:21:00.000-08:002011-12-09T16:21:15.829-08:00I'm getting closer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zlJMr92NQPo/TuKlvbKA2gI/AAAAAAAAA3c/1oE1nnpUhz4/s1600/closer+to+home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zlJMr92NQPo/TuKlvbKA2gI/AAAAAAAAA3c/1oE1nnpUhz4/s1600/closer+to+home.jpg" /></a></div><br />
A bright moon lights my path home late at night. Then, as I get closer, I hear the wind chimes on the porch singing. Finally, as I step onto the lawn, there's the laughter of my house-mate who's sitting on the steps.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-43222027713750653002011-12-05T18:27:00.003-08:002011-12-05T18:29:01.270-08:00what it's all about<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-LcxesOUh4/Tt195erhz_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/YQWs53T5elk/s1600/hopes+and+dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-LcxesOUh4/Tt195erhz_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/YQWs53T5elk/s1600/hopes+and+dreams.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #373737; font-size: 15px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“In daily life we must see that it is not happiness that makes us grateful, but gratefulness that makes us happy.” – David Steindl-Rast</span></span>Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-45994832511424002112011-12-04T19:19:00.001-08:002011-12-04T19:27:00.622-08:00when one bowl is not enough<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LapkNXzFZ4A/Ttw32gRjSrI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uaDhQjPazxU/s1600/seafood+chowder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LapkNXzFZ4A/Ttw32gRjSrI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uaDhQjPazxU/s1600/seafood+chowder.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
</div>Tonight was the annual All-You-Can-Eat Seafood Chowder Supper at the Riverport Fire Hall; I'm assured by everyone that it's "the best you'll ever have". Our bowls arrive steaming and full to the brim with seafood. Soon we're exclaiming that it is indeed the best we've ever tasted.<br />
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Along Cornwallis Street sits a small cottage. The Christmas candles in the window bath the row of glass bottles on the sill and the small room inside with enchantment.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-12166496107407586042011-11-30T18:34:00.000-08:002011-11-30T18:34:33.866-08:00wake up call<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BR_JOev8bRM/TtbnF3UkjWI/AAAAAAAAA28/oQ_Mx5Yw7Cw/s1600/IMG_0317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BR_JOev8bRM/TtbnF3UkjWI/AAAAAAAAA28/oQ_Mx5Yw7Cw/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br />
</div>With the autumn time change has come the luck of waking up to the sunrise. Flick back the curtain and the pinks and golds of morning are there to great me.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-69783763953680350632011-11-29T17:30:00.001-08:002011-11-29T17:34:16.766-08:00first day out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLUi86vjEow/TtWGcuXJkfI/AAAAAAAAA20/29pK-Dv-ERc/s1600/IMG_2272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLUi86vjEow/TtWGcuXJkfI/AAAAAAAAA20/29pK-Dv-ERc/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br />
</div>It's the first day of lobster season on the South Shore. At the stroke of 7 o'clock, the harbour pulses with excitement as the boats race each other out, each vying to lay their traps in the best grounds.<br />
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</div>Lunenburg's county-grown Christmas tree fills the town bandstand. Around it, smaller trees burn red, blue, green, and yellow. For one moment our voices lower and we stop, remembering what it felt like to be a child under the Christmas tree.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-60988760028406427002011-11-27T18:27:00.001-08:002011-11-27T18:30:00.090-08:00hanging in there<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuL5VHA56BY/TtLxhJMyL_I/AAAAAAAAA2c/1s9ljtkGcTk/s1600/snow+covered+apple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuL5VHA56BY/TtLxhJMyL_I/AAAAAAAAA2c/1s9ljtkGcTk/s1600/snow+covered+apple.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Amongst the snow covered trees, a row of apples clings to their branch, refusing to let go of the last trace of fall.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29454921.post-15487283762022086142011-11-16T17:15:00.000-08:002011-11-16T17:15:01.873-08:00on display<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M092amGuubA/TsRf-t0BluI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Mg269Vq2eMY/s1600/swim+caps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M092amGuubA/TsRf-t0BluI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Mg269Vq2eMY/s1600/swim+caps.jpg" /></a></div><br />
The colourful swim caps of my team mates make a bright display as they bob up and down in the water.Becoming Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08188066754674223090noreply@blogger.com0