Tactile Textiles

After way too long, I finally collected my sewing machine last night and started a new project. I was also bestowed with a huge wonderful inheritance of fabric from a dear seamstress relative, which I've been going through and organizing. E decided this morning that she should contribute to the [dis]organization and examine the material for herself.

Struggling through Lent

To be honest, Lent was a real challenge this year.

I struggled to care.
Struggled to remain awake.
Struggled to remain engaged with the world.

I realized that it's easier to give something up for Lent then to add something. To give something up doesn't require thought or imagination. You just give it up--eliminate it. To decide to add something takes far more energy. And I'm going to say my Lenten "addition" was a bit of a failure. I was relieved for Lent to come to an end.

If anything, Lent this year made me realize just how  ugly, selfish and miserly I/mankind can be. This season of Lent felt dark and cruel. This feeling was echoed by my devotions. As I moved through the Gospel accounts, I was struck most of all by the sense of foreboding Christ must have experienced. He knew what was coming. He knew his friends would abandon him; that the crowds would turn against him. And he carried onward, traveled down that road of palm branches, towards that utter darkness and despair, because of that eternal light and joy on the other side.

And now, Easter has arrived. Christ has risen.

So, I continue to strive.
Strive to choose light.
To love actively.
Seek out and maintain friendships, rather than turtle myself inwards.
To seek God and faith and church.
To take a stand, put myself out there and not fear failure or judgement.

He is risen indeed.

Pascha

The Easter weekend--the Triduum--Pascha--has come and gone in a flash, much like Christmas usually does. In some ways I feel like it went too fast; that I missed it.

But at the same time Christ's sacrifice became meaningful to me in a way I'd never felt before.
B and I also had some really good discussions on what kind of Easter traditions we want to establish for our family.
And, even though we didn't actually observe or celebrate exactly my ideal, we at least noticed the Holy Week.

Maundy Thursday
Good Friday
Holy Saturday
Easter Sunday

Each of these days are significant and integral to the Paschal celebration. My devotional book talks about ways to observe each day, and in future years I hope to do more. We succeeded in going to a Good Friday service, spending some quiet time thinking and talking about the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ, dyeing eggs, eating Hot Cross buns, going to an Easter Sunday service, celebrating with family.

In the future, I'd like to do something for Maundy Thursday, to celebrate Passover like Christ did at the Last Supper and to note this final time Jesus had with his followers prior to his arrest. My sister-in-law's church did a Passover meal with specific liturgy and verses to explore this event. I'd like to participate in something like that.

I'd like to make hot cross buns on Holy Saturday.

I'd like to observe the sunrise on Easter morning...either at a church service or by myself. Last year we participated in a sunrise service on the top of Nose Hill. It was cold and beautiful and meaningful, especially listening to the voices and instruments of people throughout the hills, celebrating Christ's resurrection just as we were.

The biggest thing I took away from this Paschal season is the assurance that while there is much I don't understand about the Christian faith, I choose wholeheartedly to believe in the resurrection of Christ.

Alleluia! He is risen!
He is risen indeed.

I Inherited My Grandmother's Knitting Needles

Palm Sunday

Yesterday was Palm Sunday, marking the triumphant entry of Christ into Jerusalem before his crucifixion. It is a day of celebration of God's power and glory. As one writer explains, it is a day on which we should "sing with exuberance and wince with foreboding." Interestingly, "Hosanna" the phrase used by the many people celebrating Christ's arrival in Jerusalem, means "Save, I pray."

We went to a Baptist church yesterday where the fact that it was Palm Sunday was mentioned only once--in passing during the beginning worship. No songs celebrating this; no sermon explaining it; no liturgy acknowledging it. This frustrates me. Even if secular society doesn't understand the importance of Easter, churches should. We build up Christmas to huge heights, anticipating it, building worship services around it weeks in advance. But the Sunday before THE most important event in Christian liturgy goes more or less unnoticed? This is the day on which Christ knowingly walked towards his death--for our sake.

May we acknowledge Christ's suffering and triumph in our hearts this week.


Hosanna, Christ Jesus our Savior.

To Vegreville and Back

We love taking the back roads of Alberta, seeing sights and landscape and history that we wouldn't otherwise see. On Sunday we drove up to Vegreville (2.5 hours away) and back, taking slightly different routes for each direction.

We drove through

Ponoka

Hobbema

Wetaskawin

Gwynne

Camrose

Holden

Vegreville

Camrose (yes, a second time)

Ferintosh

Mirror

And these are just the towns we drove through, not by.

 

 

It was a lovely day, and we came home richer by photographs, memories and one second hand double stroller.

Rebuilding Vegreville Alliance Church

Yesterday we went to the dedication service for a church design project B worked on. Very cool to see the finished building for a project B spent many hours on. Specifically, at 2:10 in the video you can see the 3D rendering B did. Cool, hey? I'm very proud of him.

As an aside, we "met" (well, saw up close) Ed Stelmach at the service.

Season for Sunshine and Seeding

I would, in fact

I would, in fact, like to be better about posting regularly.

I would, in fact, like to finish the pair of socks I'm knitting. 

Just the tying off to go on sock #1.

I would, in fact, like my camera back. 

Those silly Canon guys didn't fix it properly, and now I am DSLR-less again.

I would, in fact, like to start working on a tan on my pasty legs. 

As soon as Elspeth wakes up, we're going OUTSIDE.

I would, in fact, like to get some seeds started. 

I just need some more soil. 

Why, you ask, has it been so long since I posted last? Part of the answer stems from the darkness/clouds/snow we had for a week and a half.
Too.
Long.
No.
Sunshine.
My brain shut down. Seasonal Affective Depression is no fun at all.

The lack of camera is a bit of a downer too.

But the sun is SHINING.
I have rubber boots for all my splashing needs.
E's room is done.
And I'm going to start planting seeds tomorrow.

OH: If you come to visit, bring your rubber boots.
You'll need them to get from the sidewalk to the front door.
And I'll knit you a pair of socks if you come wearing rubber boots with smiley faces on the bottom.