Friday, January 15, 2010

Simple is Beautiful



For several years now I have made a habit of purchasing either an Amaryllis or a cluster of Paper Whites (aka Narcissus) just prior to Christmas. It's my little tradition for myself. There's something about the growth in the dead of winter, the anticipation of the bloom, the wonder that still gets me every time- of the plant and the water and the light and how it all comes together.  Mostly though...I think about God when I check the status of my plant each day...I think about the symbolism represented there...the hope.

No, I don't save the same one and reuse it year to year, although I've been told you can. I'm not a green thumb. Though I highly admire people who are such as my Aunt Nancy and my Sister.  I wish I had the wherewithall to listen to what they tell me as to how I can save the same bulb year after year...but something disconnects for me when they start to explain. Sad, but very true.

I just go to Target or any good chain store that offers too much and in many varieties...and purchase one. They only run about 10 bucks and well, they're priceless to me.

Mine recently bloomed as is evidenced by my picture this morning. Caleb took interest in the amaryllis this year and we discussed it nearly every morning. He was in awe as it got ready to spring forth with color and majesty! Too dramatic? Not for him...it truly was a sight to behold.

So you won't think I'm a bit of a freak over this...let me explain a bit. And for those of you that already know I am a freak...just come with me on the jaunt. After all, you're the one choosing to read the post. ;)

When it's cold outside...things die.  All the green goes out of my world and well, it's depressing for me. I'm too sensitive for my own good, but alas, in addition to the inability for me to go outside and enjoy a moment in peace....I no longer have a feast of color to feed my inner self even from my window.

So in a sense, yes, I think too much...my amaryllis or paper white is my little 'garden of Eden'...for my soul. I look at it, think about God and the detailing. I see the green, it calms me and I get this wonderful surprise weeks and weeks later when it blooms.

I highly recommend this habit for yourself if you happen to be one that enjoys having something to feast on visually when you can't make it out of doors to study the botany of our world. I wouldn't say I'm a botanist or even a gardener so much...just a very, very avid admirer.

For some it's bamboo and it's growth rate (Luke!)...for some it's particular flowers, for some it's doing the digging and getting their hands in the dirt, for some it's the caregiving of the plant, for some it's the grandiose garden they can plan and then create with spectacular displays of color year 'round based on their plant choices.

For me...it's the watching, the waiting and then.....
The Miracle.

Abba, you're too good, too good. Hats off to You.

Monday, January 4, 2010

It's only been 10 years....geez.



Well, we're going skiing. I can't believe it's been 10 years and dare I say it...man, we look young in this photo. I'm pumped to hit the slopes again and secretly hoping I don't injure myself ;). I can't handle injury and well, it'll mess up my running. You should see how funny I am when I wear something with a heel on it to anywhere that has stairs. I know I look silly taking my time but stairs and I don't get along often. Just take a look at my medical records. I've tripped up and down them, several, several times. Then there was the dog that totally...well, anyway, weak ankles. A story for another time.

We head to Angel Fire this year and I've never been there. I used to be somewhat of an avid skier. I skied nearly every year. Not to the extent that my Sis did who actually lived in Colorado right out of college. Man, was she smart...but I did go as much as a Texan could aspire to.

I'm really excited about this trip though...really excited.

I'm in my almost mid 30s now and it's suddenly striking me that although I'm loving my 30s far more than my 20s...I'm aging. I am. I am bound and determined to take the attitude that that is a beautiful thing. But man, we get bombarded with so much air brushed, botoxed garbage, rail thin, anorexic looking stuff it's hard sometimes. I have one grandmother who has taken age in stride she's 85 and another who since I was a very little girl told me (she's 86), "Megan, don't ever get old."  I used to think at that young age, I want to, I want to grow up. We're always in a hurry at that age...but now I sort of get what she means...but I'm still not going to start up with the complaining. Sure, I'd like to improve some things, who wouldn't. But come on...we could all be in plastic surgery until the cows come home and then what...we look like Joan Rivers? (Sorry Joan, sorry but you did go a bit overboard)

Anywho, I'm hopping off that soapbox. I plan to age gracefully and happily. I just hope to be healthy and active...and do what God intended which is live life.

I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.  John 10:10

That's all.

Man...I can't get over how young we look. :)