chai.

weds morning. 8:07 AM. school day.

In a fog

What happens when you mix hot and cold?  You live in a fog.

lock.

grandpa's fiddle.

hills and valleys

Only one way to appreciate them both.

you've got the cutest little baby face.

The problem with light.

Light holds so much more significance for me than something I use to illuminate the dark. It is a substancial part of explaining my faith.  Today however, it is just annoying me, showing me that I have a surplus of dust in my house and I need to clean.  UGH!

out my window.

afternoon tea.

double delight

It wasn't so much the bright, red, happy, light at the end of the winter tunnel that meant so much to me, it was the fact that my friend was thinking about me when she bought these.  Thank you

Bag-O-Life

We carry baggage with us, everyone.  The difference between joyful and miserable baggage bearing  people, is how they pack their suitcases.  You have the option to think, Oh poor me and keep piling the bitterness up inside.  Or, you can take the things that happen in life, appreciate them for the lessons they bring, fold them up neatly and put them away bringing them out when others are in need of comfort and guidance.  Your choice, you have control.

baby, it's cold outside.

beef & beer stew.

afternoon pick me up.

rooftop.

night light.

playing with Papa

_MG_3568 copy, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

Just wondering? Does this make up for the "I've already read that book to you Noah" comment.

twinkle twinkle.

Everyday life in black and white.

Should I make my everyday life choices black and white?  I have no doubt that the answer is yes.  That being said, I am only human, and not putting a little grey in there would be virtually impossible.  I don't like to use being human as an excuse or a cop out, but knowing my nature as I do, I also must be realistic.  I truly shoot for the black and white, and ask for forgiveness when I fail.  It works for me.

a stack of books.

color in winter

Why yes, you can find color in the north during the winter months, you just have to look a little harder for it.  The thing about color in the winter is, that it is utterly obvious and rather unique, so when you do come across it, it's hard to look away and much more appreciated.

Today, I saw an elderly woman with the most vivid shade of a pink chapeau(that is "Fancy Nancy" french for hat) on her head, and I was captivated by the sheer brightness of it, it just mesmerized me.  I'm sure I would not have had that same uplifting response to the Pepto Bismol pink in the middle of  the summer months, when I'm usually surrounded by a plethora of bright hues. So today I say "thank you" to that little old lady, who probably thought I was a little creepy for staring at her, and want her to know I appreciate her choice in hats.

paper snowflake.

Spending time with my peeps.

jan16, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

I love hanging out with my people. We get together when we can, sit around for a chat and a visit, then fly off to wherver we came from. Wish we could do it more often.

self assessment

jan15-3, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

Today, I came across my sad melting BFF from yesterday in the process of scrutinizing herself.  It made me think about who sets the standards in my self evaluation, and do I meet them? Somedays I would have to say yes, but then there are others when I don't quite reach the bar. I think that is called being human.

early bird.

BFF's

snowmwn, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

People come and go into my life so fast it makes my head spin sometimes. However, every once in a while someone comes and stays and we get comfortable with each other, become friends, and all kinds of good things happen.

I so love when that happens.

60 degrees. in january. in michigan. crazy!

red barn.

Focus

jan12-2, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

Now that the new year has officially entered our lives, a lot of us wonder where to put our focus. Think hard about this one, it could add to the definition of who you are.

The mechanics of life.

3gears, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

I love it when my life runs like a well oiled machine. I know some people look it as boring, but I truly appreciate it. What makes me appreciate it? Living through the times when I was on my knees calling for my maintenance man.

country road.

Outside my window

jan10, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

So much going on outside my window that sometimes I just want to just shut the blinds and pretend I'm not home. Then I remember the longer I leave my blinds shut the harder it is going to be to make a difference.

barn.

onion goggles.

sunset.

memories.

Hidden

jan5, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

Hidden behind all that I let show, is the passionate desire to be great at something.

On the few occasions when I have allowed my desire to surface,usually around the new year, I think of the commitment and labor involved and quickly stuff it back in it's hiding place. Someday I will get it out for good. But not today.

boo boo.

chicken soup.

homemade pasta.

It's snowing

_MG_5876, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

Get yourselves out there and have some fun!!

snowflake.

hello january.