Who doesn’t love a good book over the holidays? What about one that inspires us with a journey of faith, love and adoption. And yet Kirabo is so much more than that. This true story written by Kveta Rose about her friend Tandela and the adoption of Tandela’s son Mark will break your heart for the abandoned and forgotten children of Uganda while simultaneously healing it with the goodness of God, his care for orphans and his desire for ‘family’ to extend beyond blood relations.
When I ran in a track club we had a weekly hill training day. We ran cross country in a park with a 400 metre hill which the younger athletes labelled as Hell Hill. Remarkably I often fell sick right before this workout. After we did our 5 KM warm-up around the park we tackled the massive hill: Get up it as fast you can, turn around, run right back down and take a two minute breather at the bottom.
When I’m reading magazine articles I keep a notebook at hand to write down reoccurring word usage. Specifically adjectives used to describe the fashion trends of the moment. Top of the list right now is insouciant; showing a casual lack of concern; indifferent. Also known as normcore, Seinfeld, or bland fashion. I prefer to think of it as comfort first and a rebellion against clothing that requires dry-cleaning.
Christmas gift giving that benefits more than the receiver but society as a whole is a win-win situation. It reminds us that the joy of giving can extend beyond the immediate radius of our social network to our neighbours who are in need and/or disenfranchised.
When I’m in the country I revel in the wide open spaces, pastural settings and the lullaby of mooing cows and baaing sheep. I walked from the shops back to my in-laws house and told them how peaceful it was on the roads, although in my morbid imagination it seems more plausible to be tossed into a country ditch than a city gutter.
It’s not uncommon for me to make lofty goals to battle the unsettling effects of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). Vancouverites often joke about having SAD but then there’s the quieter few who actually feel it, really feel it. I could mark it on a calendar; suddenly the days are shorter and I feel entrapped in a mine shaft.
The sun makes it’s exit early these days but the moment when it lights the leaves on fire always causes me to stop and take a deep breath of gratitude. I watch people dash out into the middle of the street when the coast is clear and attempt to capture the beauty on camera. I’m not sure it’s possible. We usually head outside to enjoy the last hour or two of day light. The kids have been sick and so drawing on the steps was all they could muster the energy for on Sunday.
I thought I’d start the week off with 10 things peaking my interest, inspiring me creatively or occupying my time.
Last night my friend Carlie and I attended Between The Pages, An Evening With the Scotia Bank Giller Prize Finalists. It was the first time the event was hosted in Vancouver and proved to be a splendid evening for literature lovers. Scotiabank Giller Prize awards $100,000 annually to the author of the best Canadian novel or short story collection, and $10,000 to finalists.
Vancouver Fall/Winter can be tricky to dress for. Mild days are followed by frigidly chilly rain for an entire week. When I’m dashing outside sometimes I can get away without wearing a coat. As I was sorting through my Winter clothes I found an old plaid dress from French Connection that I wore when I was pregnant with Levi. I tried it on with a vintage fox fur and I loved the combo but I’m not sure sandals and bare legs make any sense for this time of year.
It’s not hard to have golden dreams on a day like this. Once twelve years ago I drove under a canopy of trees on my way to dropping my sister off at the University of British Columbia and I felt as though I was in a parallel universe to the hustle and bustle of the city. I had never driven this far West on the peninsula and it was my first discovery of one of Vancouver’s older neighbourhoods.