time passes both quickly and slowly as God continues in all His beauty and goodness to complete a perfect work. i am prompted by this quiet place (and a voice in my head that sounds mysteriously like rudy)... to reflect, to write, to BLOG!

norah jones sits beside me in this sun filled room, sultry and smoky in her slow tunes "and i want to walk with you on a cloudy day in fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high...."

it snowed last night, my first snow fall in the four years since i moved to pasadena, and i find the cold and bright blanket refreshes me and reminds me that i am not a californian at heart. long long walks in the snow with tess, matt and mariah's black coated dog, minister to my soul, and i am at peace to run around trees and throw sticks and play with a smile on my face.

hot apple cider goes down easy in this house, old and strong and filled with laughter and conversation and the cheers of my 7 month old niece. i am thankful for the stability and love of my family, and for a place to come home to. i sleep much and read a book that was helpful and freeing.

my dad gave a me a big piece of wood for christmas, leftovers from their addition on the kitchen. it is for a cutting board slot in my new house, and i am touched by the thought and energy he took in measuring and shaping and planing down the wood. it is a surprising thing sometimes to know you are loved deeply.