Day 31: Cozy beds aren't everyone's choice

Will someone tell me why I made a bed for my cat to sleep on my puzzle table... when he wants to sleep beside the bed.  I would think that the bed would be more comfortable.  

Actually... today is the first time he hasn't curled up on the fleece bed I made for him.  For some reason a shopping bag was a more desirable cuddle object for him.  

Just because something looks more appealing to me, doesn't mean it is more appealing to him.  That... is life.  I think I will a hang onto these pictures for a while.  Maybe someone else needs to see them.  Maybe one person's idea of a cozy bed isn't always the desired choice for someone else to sleep in.  

Day 30: Good Night.

 Another day goes by and I have nothing of any value to contribute to this blog except "Good Night".  This might be my last time journalling through Lent.  This isn't writing anymore when I have to get out of bed and type something in the computer just to say I wrote something.  It's Day 30... fifteen more days and I can say it's over.  Two weeks to Good Friday and I can be done with this... either for another year or for good.  I guess I won't know until Ash Wednesday arrives in 2027.  

Day 29: Time to write another postcard

"Well.  this is called Authentic Lent.  I am at day 29 and authentically have reached my maximum potential for intake on this course.  I am tired, worn out, sick, and my brain isn't processing the great stuff like I had hoped.  But I will keep going until the end and will find something of value.   

I think this might be the last time I commit to daily writing of anything. " Ruby Neumann

 I wrote this back in 2022 when I first started this blog and was in my first Atheism for Lent Course.  Twenty nine days in and I was already ready to give up writing.  Now I am here four years later still writing and still thinking I should give up.  

I have found that when I write for myself, I am the one who reads it.  When I write for others, others read it.  It is rare if ever that I write for myself and others enjoy reading my thoughts.  Even though I've posted a lot of those thoughts on this blog format, it's not a place people want to go to to know me.  

I've been writing postcards for the last year and have connected with people from around the world.  That has been evident as a journey of joy.  I have brought joy to myself and also brought joy to others.  Often times, there is no profound thoughts that graces those postcards.  Often times, I don't share my soul or wisdom with people.  But those postcards have been more of a joy exchange than anything I've written in any of my blogs.  

I've noticed the same thing about the books I've written.  When I wrote my Ben book and my Niffer book, they were received by my mother as a gift and a collection of healing words and memories of her grandson and daughter.  But when the words are about me... not so much.  I'm still here.  Mom doesn't need my words... she needs me.  The reason that the other books resonated with her was because she needed the stories to remember her missing family members.  She's not missing me yet.  My words are not needed yet while I am still here.  

So my conundrum is... "Do I still continue to write?"  

As long as I find a benefit to writing, then I will still write.  I matter too.  I need my words more than anyone else needs them.  So, yes, I will continue to write... to myself, and to others.  But the words will be different.  I've learned that and it's been a hard lesson.  My ego wishes that my words mattered to more people than just myself.  So when I start feeling sorry for myself... maybe it's time to write another postcard.  

 

Day 28: Feeling safe around the story

 

This is my Mom's Christmas tree that I didn't have the heart to send to storage this year.  I set it up in my bedroom at her house.  That way next Christmas I just have to move it from the back of the house to the living room.  No trudging through snow with an already decorated Christmas tree.  That's right.  It stays decorated all year round.  So this year, it gets to stand in the house all year round.   

I even set up the Nativity display as well.  The whole enchilada is there waiting for December to roll around again.  

I don't feel the need anymore to shut out the story in my life.  I am seeing value in the story because now, I see it as all story.  There is nothing left in my head that needs to embrace it as other than story.  I'm finally feeling safe again.  That is a great feeling.  I've missed feeling safe.  

Day 27: No Profoundness today!

 It's bed time and I realized I haven't posted yet.  It's Day 27 which is about the time in the 45 days that it gets challenging to come up with something to write.  I grabbed a picture of a sunset from April 15, 2025.   

I'm tired.  Had a rough night last night.  So won't write long here.  But I figure I need something profound to say. 

Nope... nothing there that is on the tip of my brain tonight.  Maybe tomorrow.  But that is life.  Life is filled with days where profound thoughts are elusive.  Today is one such day!   

Day 26: Can I leave the label out of the conversation?

"Some need religion, some  need chocolate, some need both,  some don't need either.  But maybe we can still sit at the same table and enjoy each other while we nibble on what tastes good for us."  RN

"Maybe its a pipe dream, but what would this world look like if it didn't matter what someone else thought or believed?  What if we didn't need to have others on the same page as us or even in the same book.  What if we could all be a library, still sharing space with our own expressions and perspectives?" RN

Three out of four of my Day 26 readings had something to do with food.  So I figured maybe today, I can talk about food.  Two years ago, I talked about being a Carnivore Atheist.  I looked and saw that for some reason, that day I was okay to label myself as an atheist.  I'm not that fond of that label now.   It doesn't say much about me.  Truth be told, the label of Carnivore doesn't say much about me either.  I can tell someone I'm a Carnivore and then I still have to go into a lengthy explanation as to what I eat.  So why don't I just go right to the menu and leave the label out of the conversation.  

I still eat beef, pork, fish, eggs, and occasionally some poultry and goat yogurt.  

I have been enjoying Pete Holmes take on spirituality lately.  I was listening to a conversation he had on a podcast with an evangelical Christian.  It was so encouraging to hear his honesty and ability to counter the topics so laced with Christianese.  They had a very cordial conversation.  It didn't get heated up once.  There were a lot of disagreements, but they did it very gracefully.  

Their interaction actually scared me from ever wanting a conversation like that myself, even though I have said often that I would love it.  It doesn't look easy at all.  Pete Holmes is a professional entertainer and comedian.  Words come easy for him.  I'm only confident in the words that my fingers bring to reality... not my mouth.  

Maybe Pete didn't convince the host, but from my perspective... I find it a lot easier to embrace the story of life with Pete's take on spirituality, than the host's.  

In the end, the ribeye tastes better than the chocolate ever will!!! 

Day 25: Nothing is Complete

"You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist." Nietszsche

I found this quote in one of my readings this morning.  

The picture I chose today is of the 3000 pc World Puzzle Map that my Mom and I worked on for a good two years.  Mom finished it and there were five missing pieces.  I'd like to think that is a better picture of our planet than a complete puzzle.  There are holes in most everything we deal with as a human species.  Holes are a part of the story.  

We are all looking at life through our own lens.  That in itself gives us holes.  Nothing is complete.  The only way doesn't exist. Nietzsche was... well maybe not correct... the correct way doesn't exist either.  Nietzsche had a good point.  It makes sense.  And making sense... that is the best I can hope for!  

Day 24: It's still Friday the 13th in Hawaii

It's 3:48 am... the day after the day I was supposed to write this post.  Oh well... I'm getting old and forgetting is part of the journey.  It's nice to finally incorporate that into Authentic Lent.  But it is still Friday the 13th in Hawaii.  

I will share the picture I got on Friday the 13th.  This is a garden handcrafted by Alma who is a beautiful four-year old that I have never met.  Her mother and I are friends, but for her, I am just the person who has been donating members of her stuffed animal collection to her.  She has never met me.  I hope one day for that to change.  I would love to meet her.  I guess that would require a change in the relationship of her mother and I.  Up until now, we have only connected in places of work.  

I am back in that place wondering what I could do to connect more with special people in my life.  Am I responsible for the lack that occurs?  Could I do something more to make certain relationships more connected?  I wish I knew the answer to that question.  

Time to go back to bed!  

Day 23: Bunny Envy

I'm having a day where I envy this bunny.  I don't envy being out in the cold.  I don't envy being coyote bait.  I don't envy having to hunt for my food in a frozen tundra.  I envy his ability to live in the moment and take what comes at him.  I envy his freedom from organized systems and agendas.  I envy his freedom from technology.  I even envy his caution of humanity.  

I am, however, having interactions with people this week that are encouraging me to keep positive about connecting.  My human interactions this week are telling me it's okay to reach out.  Risk being loved.  Risk being rejected, but risk being loved.  

Day 22: Jesus made the cover of Newsweek!

Not sure what else to say today about this.  I was getting goat yogurt in Safeway  today and found this by the checkout counter.  I just took the picture.  I was not interested in spending $18 to find out what Newsweek had to say about Jesus this Lent.  I can't say they have an evangelism agenda as an organization.   Who knows?  It's Lent.  Maybe they figured that Jesus sells during Lent.  Oh well.  That's it.  That's all folks!  
 

Day 21: Reconstruction

 

There is a time for everything,

    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

   a time to be born and a time to die,

    a time to plant and a time to uproot,

     a time to kill and a time to heal,

    a time to tear down and a time to build,

     a time to weep and a time to laugh,

    a time to mourn and a time to dance,

     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

     a time to search and a time to give up,

    a time to keep and a time to throw away,

     a time to tear and a time to mend,

    a time to be silent and a time to speak,

     a time to love and a time to hate,

    a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 (NIV) 

I've been listening to Pete Holmes in conversation with Rob Bell, Richard Rohr and Pete Rollins.  I am wondering why I missed him in my journey until now.  Maybe I missed him, or maybe it's perfect timing to listen to his conversations with three people who have already had a significant impact on my journey thus far.  Pete Holmes offers a different perspective, a different vibe and opens up new avenues of inspiration with the voices I'm so familiar with. 

One recurring theme is reconstruction.  It's a idea that I didn't want to hear about for the last few years.  I was content to just tear down the walls of the structures that didn't work for me and stand in the rubble.  I felt no need to build anything new.  

I've recently had the joy of seeing the stages of a new construction.  My nephew is building a house.  He is going beyond what anyone else in his family has done.  He is doing his own thing and building something entirely different for his new family.  I am proud of him.  I get to see it again today.  For him, the time is to build.  He has seen a lot of destruction in his life and it didn't stop him from dreaming bigger.  In the words of the author of Ecclesiastes... there is a time to rebuild. 

But what does that look like for me in my journey?   What have these conversations of these influential men taught me about the need to keep going?  What does reconstruction look like for me?                     

Alongside my daily readings of AL, I am also reading through what might be called my "reconstruction".  In 2024, I wrote what I call "I'm Still Somewhere".  It is a collection of 44 short essays or chapters of how I see life now that I am past the letting go of what I how I used to see life.  Some thoughts are consistent with how I've always seen life and some thoughts are just realized and now have the freedom to be in my expressions and in my understanding.  

After some years of letting go of the stuff that didn't work for me, I felt I needed to put into words what was working for me.  Even if I would end up being the only person who read it.  So far, I am the only person who has read it.   

Pete Holmes, Rob Bell, Richard Rohr and Peter Rollins seem to have one thing in common that interests me from an outside perspective.  They all seem to still value the Bible as something still worth accessing as a resource.  They have all either departed from or never had the Evangelical Christian idolization of the perfection of the document.  But they still find nuggets within the pages of the story.  

I wonder sometimes if I will get to a place in my journey where I will go looking for nuggets again.  I am still not interested in picking up the Bible in any format for any duration of time.  Right now, it would be like diving in to the very waters that I saw in a Drew Binsky video yesterday.  For me, those waters are still polluted, septic and insanitary... and yet, I see people swimming in them with joy.  

Maybe I don't have to swim in those waters... maybe a cruise along the channels in a boat will give me something more one day.  For now... I am just watching others head in that direction and for some reason, they are able to navigate those waters with a lot of grace. Maybe there is hope... I did open up this blog post with Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.                                                                                                                                                            

Day 20: Castilleja... inspiring creativity.

I dug this photo out from the archives in my iPhone.  It was taken on my husband's birthday back in 2020.  Paintbrush, (or its botanical name "Castilleja" that I just learned today)  is my favourite wildflower.  I grew up in Northern B.C. and Paintbrush was a common appearance on our farm.   Now I have to go on a two hour drive to find it in bushes or the ditches alongside the highways west of me.  

It may not be the prettiest of flowers and it doesn't have an amazing fragrance, but it's wild and that's what I love about it.  It grows in its own place on it's own time and with no need to be domesticated in someone's garden.  

I admire the things in nature that stay in nature.  I realize that they face their own dangers, but they make the world a beautiful place without the manicuring hands of humans.  

Castilleja is Spanish for Castle.  Castilleja, the wildflower, was named by botanist José Celestino Mutis in honor of Spanish botanist Domingo Castillejo.

"In Native American cultures, the [Castilleja or otherwise labelled as Indian Paintbrush] has been a symbol of creativity and artistic inspiration. Tribes such as the Apache and Comanche believed that these flowers were gifts from the Great Spirit, meant to inspire painters and artists." (Wikipedia)

What's not to admire about a flower that inspires creativity.  Now I know why my heart fell in love with this flower... and I didn't even realize it until now!  

Day 19: Downsizing Puzzles and Life

This year, I've been incorporating my own pictures and experiences instead of harvesting from Google.  It's sometimes a challenge to find an inspirational image or an image to match the inspiration I have already in words.  I just finished a 1000 piece Cobble Hill puzzle called Farm Country.  What better place to give it a home than here... and my Cobble Hill Files... and Instagram ... and back on the shelf.  Oh well.  So it has four homes.  

I still like puzzling.  I'm not totally sick of it yet.  But I have downsized to accomodate my changing moods.  I'm not that excited to take on the big puzzles like 1000 or 2000 pc puzzles.  I would rather enjoy a 500 or 350 pc puzzle.  I can do more images and I don't get tired of the process.  

Maybe it also means that I can't run with the rest of the performance pack ...  but I'm not a performer when it comes to puzzling.  I like doing my own thing.  Maybe that says more about the way I am doing life now, not just puzzles.  I don't need to perform, I don't need to run with the pack, I don't need to do anything other than live and love.  If that means that I just sit in my office on a Sunday morning do a 500 pc puzzle... than that's what it is.  And I am okay!  

 

Day 18: Can Tom and I start finding again?

2022: "I need to let the sand pour from my hands as if never to hold it again."

2023:   "I lost and don't even know if I have it in me to start finding again."

2024:  "I was simply liberated by the thought that there might be a way to engage with religion without having to subscribe to its supernatural content." Alain De Boton

2025:  "Anyone who gives me freedom to find a connection to the beyond without using the word "God" has my attention." 

In my readings this morning, I found extra inspiration from all of the four Day 18 readings.   I went back to those readings and pulled out four quotes... three from me and one from Alain De Boton.  

I look at all four quotes and I am thinking that they can paint the picture of what it's like for me to even dream of the idea of making new friends at this stage of my life.  2023 makes that one very clear.  It seems tempting at times to let the sand drain through my hands than to hang on to any of it.  

One of my favourite Christmas movies is "Miracle on 34th Street" with Richard Attenborough.  There is a scene when Brian and Dory are heading back to their apartment building after a date night and the discussion leads to Dory's caution about relationships.  

"I'm careful at this point in my life, I really don't need to be disappointed."  

Following that admission, Brian hands Dory an engagement ring and she refuses it.  Eventually she faces her fears and they get married at the end of the movie, but in that moment, it is hard not to empathize with her.  She lost and didn't know if she finding was something she could do again.  

This picture I chose today is of Tom.  He's a cat that, with his mom,  has recently moved in across the street from me.  He doesn't look all that impressed.  I wonder if he has the same feelings I do.  Maybe he lost and doesn't know if it's in him to start finding again.  

I would like to end this post on a hopeful note, but I will just end it.  The story is yet to unfold and I am still fearful.  Not every canvas is painted in one day.  

Day 17: Letters and Literature and maybe a Lake.

 "What would happen to your mind if you found out that the entire way you understood the universe was wrong?"  Rob Bell - "Where'd You Park Your Spaceship?" 

I started reading a new fiction this week.  I'm not big lover of fiction, but every now and again, something comes across my sightline that catches my attention.  

I have been an admirer of Rob Bell's writing for a long time, but who'd a thunk that he could come out swinging with fiction.  I just started "Where'd You Park Your Spaceship?" Book One and already I am intrigued at the story line that brings in sadness, loss, joy, enthusiasm and wonder all from another part of the galaxy.  I wouldn't label it as a science fiction, it's humanity removed from the confines of the Earth that humans have made in the last few years.  I can't wait to dive deeper.  

Yesterday I got a card and letter in the mail from someone who came in to my life forty years ago.  This past month I attended the funeral of her mother and that was amazing for her.  She is someone I was open with about my departure from the Christian narrative and she was hurt.  She is a pastor's wife and that story is still very precious to her.  But the fact that I showed up for her meant a lot and maybe for her, even moved me back into the camp of being someone who still had access to love.  

Her letter was human and lacking of the typical Christianese that often laces letters of that sort.   I was in tears and moved that she left that out and stayed with me in a shared space of understanding human loss and sadness.  No mention of Jesus needed.  That was beautiful.  

The cover of the card, that I opened up this post with, is of Moraine Lake.  Moraine Lake is in Banff National Park and is a place that is special to me.  I spent a day there with my sister a long time ago.  It is a place of beauty and significance.  It's highly inaccessible without some challenge.  One can't just drive there any time they feel like it.  It's only accessible to the public by shuttle during the summer months.  I hope that keeps the beauty intact.  Maybe it's a bucket list item for my 60th birthday... nine months early.  Which lands at the end of June  next year.  I might be able to swing it.  Maybe my Mom needs a different trip.  So many ideas.  It's over five hours from my Mom's farm to Moraine Lake... that's not a day trip.  

Wow... all that inspiration from a card from a grieving friend.  Maybe she wants to come with us.  Maybe it's not a big deal for my Mom. I have to think of that too.  Mom is more into seeing people than places.  More to think about.  Maybe another friend of mine needs a journey of sorts.  Lots to think about.  But the idea is planted.  Now I just need to water it for the next year.  

Day 16: Broken Gifts from a Broken Giftgiver

I have more memories of gifts from my sister that broke or were in pieces, than gifts that stayed whole.  Even one of the last gift cards I got from her was "broken"... it didn't work and Canadian Tire had to send me another gift card.  The last gift I got from my sister was a jigsaw puzzle.  Those are meant to come in pieces.  

Something about my sister's gift giving spoke to me this morning.  At first, I wondered why I couldn't see the gift giver as broken.   I wondered if she was inadvertently trying to send her little sister a message.  

"I'm not the perfect person you believe me to be. I can break too."  I just didn't see it until most of her life was over.  

I got cross from her from Guatemala that broke twice.  I had tried to fix it once and it still broke.  The bookmark from Hawaii that I have on my desk (attached picture above) was also a gift from Jennifer.  I haven't fixed it yet.  It stays broken... just like my sister.  

That bookmark was precious because of the turtle in the middle of the bookmark.  I love turtles.  Their story means something to me now.  I didn't find the need to bury this one like I buried the Guatemala cross on Good Friday of 2022.  I might tell that story later... I can't find it in the other years yet.  Maybe it is one for the end of the Authentic Lent Journey this year.  

I am sad today.  I got a letter from a mother figure in my life that made me sad even before I opened it up.  I am just expecting sadness from her letters because I have made her sad with my story.  I am in a constant struggle to know how to respond to her every time she sends me notes like... 

"Ruby, I hope and pray that some day we can talk and share once again about the love of God together!" 

I remember my own mother telling me once... "I just wish you could come back to Jesus."  I responded to her -  thanks to Rob Bell's wisdom... "We don't go back, Mom... we only go forward..." 

My other mother wants me to go backwards and that's not even possible anymore.  I don't go back... I can only go forward.  Rob Bell was right.  

"Now maybe you can't do the whole "God" thing.  Okay.  Maybe you're like "No Way"... Maybe for you the word "God" is all wrapped up in what feels to you like a step backwards."  Rob Bell (Everything is Spiritual)  

Rob Bell understands... how do I make my other Mama understand.  How do I show her that some things that are broken don't get fixed?  How do I tell her that some things that die don't come back to life?  How do I keep loving her?  I guess that is the biggest question.  To love her is to support her fantasy.  At least that is how I see it now ... as a fantasy.  She can't support my lack of needing that same fantasy.  This rock only rolls one way.  That is why I am sad today.  Like Sisyphus, It is exhausting to keep pushing this stone up hill.  All it wants to do is roll one way and that is downhill.  I'm tired and I'm sad.  

The longest lasting gift my sister gave me were these words... 

"We'll find something in common."  

Our days of making that a reality are over... but the energy behind those words needs to be transferred to my other relationships.  Can we find things in common without sacrificing each other's passions and beliefs?  I hope so.  What hope is there for humanity if we can't?  

 

Day 15: Road Trips

It's Day 15.  I am one third of the way through the journey of Authentic Lent.  So today I want to talk about road trips.  They have become a significant experience for me in the last few years, both with my husband and my mother. 

My husband and my mother are the two most important people in my life and I get to share with each of them this fun little experience of road trips.  With Manfred, our road trips are business focused.  We are on the road with work, but for me, there is always a joy of seeing new places and going to familiar locations again and again.  One of the highlights of our road trips is an annual drive to my hometown of Fort St. John.  Just being there is magic for me.  I live seven hours away from Fort St. John, so it feels far away and inaccessible to my child's heart.  But work brings us there once a year and just breathing the air is precious.  I was even able to show my husband the farm where I grew up.  That was precious.  

Our road trips have introduced me to Alberta Communities that I hadn't seen before... like Fort McMurray, Grande Cache,  Lac La Biche and Cold Lake.  The picture in this post is during our drive through the Grande Cache area.  We took the scenic route home from Grande Prairie last year.  It was a beautiful drive.  

With my Mom, our road trips have been twice a year since my sister died.  Both "traditions" were established with that loss as a foundation.  In May for Mother's Day weekend, I take Mom on a road trip.  So far we have been to Saskatchewan  and to Northern BC.  Our trip to BC involved heading back to our past.  I had the joy of taking my Mom back to the farm where we both spent ten years of our lives.  This year we plan to head to Southern BC and Southern Alberta.  Those trips include visits to family and friends.  This May, I want to drive with my Mom through the Rockies and take in the mountain scenery with her.  It will be a honour to my sister as she loved the mountains.  

Our annual fall trip is to Outlook, Saskatchewan for LCBI Homecoming.  My sister died in the summer of 2023 and that fall my Mom and I attended LCBI,  our former high school (boarding school) for what would have been my sister's fortieth year from her Grade 12 graduation.  In 2027, I will celebrate my fortieth year from high school and I wanted to go back every year in between to tie the two events together.  Both Mom and spent 3 years of high school at LCBI and Mom did two more years of Bible School.  So every year we are pretty much guaranteed to know someone at Homecoming.  I am excited to see different faces from my past come back for their honoured years.  I am looking forward to gathering with some of the members of my class in 2027. 

There are two very different purposes to my road trips with Manfred and Mom, but they both give me something of joy and excitement at the wonder and adventure involved.  As I get older, I am happy staying at home and I am happy when I get a chance to have an adventure.  I share space with both. 

The road trips are as free as I can be right now.  I am, for the most part, land locked at this time of my life.  I have dreams of flying to far away countries some day, but they are just dreams.  The road trips are my reality and I enjoy what they give me.  I don't feel like I am missing out by staying in Canada for now.  I live in a big beautiful province in a big beautiful country.  There is lots to see here.  I just need a truck and some gasoline and a partner.  I have that in my husband and my mom.  

Day 14: Christianity as Culture

I've been able to enjoy the candles on the Christmas tree at my Mom's for the last two years.  My husband and I have usually left Mom's farm on Christmas Eve before it got dark, so I've missed the candles over the years.  Christmas 2025, the candles didn't get lit at all on Christmas Eve.  Our family is small and when most of the family vanishes before the darkness comes then the candles don't get lit.  That's what happened this past Christmas. 

I did make it back to the farm on December 28 for an overnight visit.  Mom and I got to enjoy the candles on the tree that evening, just the two of us.  I got my iPhone out and found some Christmas music.  It was a tradition belated, but still an enjoyable tradition that I was pleased to take part in.  

I woke up wondering if my ability to share space with the Christian story now is because it is morphing into culture for me.  This is what I found about the word culture on an internet search... 

"Culture is the shared, learned, and dynamic system of beliefs, values, behaviours, norms, and artifacts that characterize a group of people. It acts as a guide for daily life, shaping how individuals perceive the world, express meaning, and interact with others, while also defining a group's identity."

What I admire about Jewish tradition and people is that some can embrace their story as a cultural part of their life without the need to believe in its narrative as historically accurate.  The same goes with the Indigenous communities.  Their stories are more about their group identity than about a factual narrative.   Both groups have embraced their religion as their culture.  I wonder if I am starting to do the same with the Christian story.  

I still enjoy the music.  I can sing along to gospel songs and 80's CCM tunes like I used to, but without embracing the lyrics as significant.  It is the music that brings me joy again.  My body remembers the feeling of joy and I can "rock out" alongside the likes of David Meece, Amy Grant and Petra and not feel like I am compromising my current world view. I am embracing the culture again.  

I am thankful that my Mom is okay with me enjoying the music again.  Maybe it looks different from her perspective, but we are able to still share the music, even though the lyrics reach us differently.  

I still get irritated at some religious expressions, but am finding that not all environments are as uncomfortable as they used to be when I first left.  I've been able to survive funerals a bit better.  I think the idea of culture is even meeting me in those places.  Public mourning is cultural thing in most countries.  I still get pissed with the "altar call" messages at funerals.  I don't think they have a place there, but that is my personal beef.  Maybe that too is part of the culture that I could acclimate to.  

Embracing Christianity as culture will go a long way to keeping me in those circles without damaging relationships.  It will be an inoculation of sorts. I can still be authentic.  I can still be vocal about my agnostic approach to life.  I just don't have to be as triggered or have an allergic reaction when I am around Christian activity.  This is my culture... this is what I was raised with... I can still dwell with it.   

 

Day 13: Waiting for Spring at the speed of 28.9 km/sec.

The hardest part of March is the wait for Spring.  I want to get out and plant my sweet peas.  They are the first seed to go in the ground.  As soon as the ground thaws, I plant my sweet peas.  Last year, I had finally seen my dream wall of sweet peas come to reality.  I remember the wall of sweet peas that my Oma had on the Flatrock farm and I wanted one of my own.  I couldn't pick sweet peas from her garden, so my garden became the redemption and I pick lots of sweet peas over the summer and fall to give to people.  In the fall, I let the remaining sweet peas go to seed and then I collect the seed so I can share seed with others and also have seed to plant in the spring.  I still buy a few packets to plant, but only because there is joy in doing so.  I guess I don't really need to buy more as I have plenty... but when I got for my spring shopping seed spree, I pick up some sweet peas too.  Maybe the variety addition to the garden is beneficial.  But I think its just pure joy to see the blooms on the seed packet and then I get to start dreaming.  

Spring is the only season I wait for.  Summer just comes, Fall and Winter just come.  I don't wait for them.  But I wait for Spring.  I look out over the snow laden ground and wait.  

I think Spring and my flower garden are what keep me excited about my annual trip around the Sun.  After almost fifty eight trips, I need a little motivation to look forward to another 940 million kilometre journey.  That trip could be exhausting if I felt just how fast I was going... 28.9 km/sec.  I'm so glad I don't feel it except for the passage of time on my bones and body.  

What slows me down from that 28.9 km/sec is the patience it requires to watch the snow to melt again.  

 

Day 12: Where are you Spring?

Today is March 1.  March is my favourite month for three reasons and they all are about beginnings and they happen in the last two weeks of the month.  

The Beginning of Spring... although from the picture of my garden, it doesn't look like spring is around the corner any time soon.  

The Beginning of Me ... my birthday is in March.  

The Official Beginning of my life with my husband... our anniversary is the day before my birthday.  

I went shopping yesterday for flower seeds.   My excitement at the prospect of being able to plant them came one to two months before I can actually get them in the ground.  So now I am wavering between being elated by the possibilities and depressed at reality.  I am more excited that usual to get in my garden and start the flower growing process again.  I have a new neighbour who likes flowers too.  I figure it will be a great opportunity to connect with her in nature.  

Yep... sad, depressed and mopey... time to get back to puzzling for another six weeks.