God’s Nest of Creation

I've been weaving a series of coiled basket creations mounted on driftwood, which I call "Bird Nests".  Recently someone purchased this one and sent me this beautiful story. Nests evoke all kinds of emotions and bring forth thoughts of birthing, creating, preparing, anticipating and incubating. This Christmas I am gifting one of your nests to... Continue Reading →

Christmas Music

Over 30 years ago, when my husband served as an ordained clergyman and we were poor church mice he came home bearing this boxed set of 5 vinyl albums. Christmas Through The Years was the quintessential Reader's Digest compendium of seasonal music. One of his parishioners gifted it to us. I guess they were downsizing... Continue Reading →

Christmas Past

One of my favourite pictures, circa 1963, is this one of me and my Mum in front of the Christmas tree. It's badly taken, that's for sure. Probably from my Grampa Percy's camera. When I went to touch it up in photoshop I noticed that my Grandmother Winifred appears reflected in the living room window... Continue Reading →

Before Jesus by Alla Renée Bozarth

This Christmas is so very new and different. We have our own gift of the boy child. Our first grandson. So this poem is particularly poignant as I ruminate over my daughter's home birth. A Poem for the Season: Before Jesus by Alla Renée Bozarth Before Jesus was his mother. Before supper in the upper room, breakfast... Continue Reading →

Bolivian Christmas Creche

Today I unwrapped my teeny creche scene and set it up. Little clay figurines I bought in Bolivia. Little alpaca shepherds wearing traditional knitted alpaca toques with earflaps and playing their zampogna (panpipes).  Mary wearing a traditional women's boler hat. And Baby Jesus smiling from ear to ear. In 1991 I was afforded an amazing... Continue Reading →

My Dad, The Joy of Christmas

My Dad represented the joy of Christmas for me. And even though he’s dead now, he still does. From him I learned the immense joy of the Feast of Christmas. When he left home in 1942 and ‘immigrated’ to Winnipeg he carried on the Ward tradition and prepared his own little feast, within the Feast,... Continue Reading →

Sylva Belle

Today I am reminiscing about my dear Aunt Sylva mostly because it’s Christmastime and her name sounded like it. She loved to entertain at Christmas. She was born Sylva Belle Carter in Winnipeg in 1926. (Belle was after her grandmother, Belle Stewart). She was my mother’s only sibling. She trained as a nurse. She chose... Continue Reading →

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