winter

Marching through the solid rock tunnels behind the Falls, I see the faces of princess Diana and Marilyn Monroe smiling at me from the photos exposed on the walls. The notion of sharing the same experience not only with my beloved family, but also with many of the world's influencers carries a strange sense of timelessness. At the end of the tunnel, I find myself unbelievably close to the very foot of Niagara, standing in awe (once again) from the vastness and the intensity of the winter scene.
I have seen Niagara Falls numerous times. Each time I am embraced by its majesty, I feel a deep connection with the raw essence of Nature's creative force. It is the same as meeting a dear old friend who I haven't seen for a while, but every time we both reunite, there is joy, happiness, healing conversations and flows of energies. This friend of mine is loyal, fearless and full of universal knowledge. 
Witnessing how one-fifth of the world's fresh water is crashing before my eyes into a white soft foam, I am reminded of the grand scheme of things in which I am a teeney tiny bubble in a planet-sized cup of milk. The voice of the falls, muted by cold, whispers into my ears beautiful Morrie Schwarts's story about the little wave being afraid of vanishing into nothing by crashing against the shore only until it learned the truth from another wave saying to him, "You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean." And I feel my soul expanding and myself rising high above the raging torrent into the oneness of all things. My difficulties, problems and limitations, that felt like boulders a minute ago, become tiny pretty pebbles, washed out by the cascade, no longer insurmountable. All the barriers I often build between me and the world are being gently destroyed with every next bundle of deep green water. Love is rushing up into the vastness of my own heart and I know in a way I never understood before that nothing in life is important enough that is worth closing over. My openness makes the whole world of discovery open up to me.
Surrounded by the chilling silky mist from the continuous movement of the water, I can't help but think that the power of the world really works in a circle. Those who argue that life doesn't move in a straight line – upwards and downwards, but rather in a cycle with no beginning or an end to it, seem to be quite right to me. Life is a great wheel, a sacred circle with no frame. From the sky, earth and stars, through the whirling wind and the transforming water, to the beauty of changing seasons, the development of the world happens in a spiral. My life is a circle, and so is the life of all living things – the infinite circle of unity, eternity, sun and moon, mind and body, breathing in and breathing out... And perhaps the whole purpose to this life cycle is to allow us to experience our growth, to expand our spirituality while travelling to ourselves and arriving to where we started. It is not an easy path, but obviously, this circular eternal journey of being "part of the ocean" is  the only one given to us all. None can summarize it better than the words of Joseph Campbell "The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature."
They named this vantage point from where I am feasting my eyes, Journey Behind The Falls. And I get it. But I will call it, Journey Beyond the Falls. Because by marvelling at this colorless white breathtaking beauty, I am able to delve down beneath the surface of my own life in a search of something deeper, meaningful and inspiring. Tuning my senses to this cosmic connection, I am contemplating the thousands of years of wisdom that flows through the rushing water into my veins straight to my mind.

Stay open
Do never close your heart so that you never block the flow of the infinite energy within you. 

 Be present
Always feel excited about the experience of the moment, no matter what it is. See things as for the first time. This is the only way of falling in love with the world and everything in it. This is the only way to feel alive. 

 Go places that are bigger than you are
Contemplate the big picture and reconnect yourself in the harmony with the Universe. See yourself as an integral  part of nature. Learn from it. Grow. 

 Find your passion by knowing what really matters to you
Know the things you do best and do it fearlessly with grace.

 Stop taking each day for granted 
Pay attention – every moment is an unique opportunity to grow and improve yourself.

 Go slow and stop pushing
"Do not just do something. Sit there." It is only through stillness that you can reflect clearly and deeply. 

Continue to strive toward beauty, authenticity and compassion.
You will eventually be able to overwhelm selfish concerns and reach a greater understanding of who you really are – what better and honest way is there to serve humanity. 

Spread love and gratitude around you with the same intensity as this natural force moves the water.




I am leaving my old friend with a heart wide open and a promise of coming back soon. As comfortable as we might seem to be living, we often have to be reminded of the need to broaden our horizons, to keep growing by looking for ways to create a nourishing life. We all need a new magnitude of our individual Journey Beyond the Falls.
Thank you to Niagara Parks for doing a great job in giving us an opportunity to see, taste, touch, hear and feel this magnificent gift from nature to mankind. To find information about Journey Behind the Falls you can visit the website here. 




Wisdom of The Falling Water

Marching through the solid rock tunnels behind the Falls, I see the faces of princess Diana and Marilyn Monroe smiling at me from the photos exposed on the walls. The notion of sharing the same experience not only with my beloved family, but also with many of the world's influencers carries a strange sense of timelessness. At the end of the tunnel, I find myself unbelievably close to the very foot of Niagara, standing in awe (once again) from the vastness and the intensity of the winter scene.
I have seen Niagara Falls numerous times. Each time I am embraced by its majesty, I feel a deep connection with the raw essence of Nature's creative force. It is the same as meeting a dear old friend who I haven't seen for a while, but every time we both reunite, there is joy, happiness, healing conversations and flows of energies. This friend of mine is loyal, fearless and full of universal knowledge. 
Witnessing how one-fifth of the world's fresh water is crashing before my eyes into a white soft foam, I am reminded of the grand scheme of things in which I am a teeney tiny bubble in a planet-sized cup of milk. The voice of the falls, muted by cold, whispers into my ears beautiful Morrie Schwarts's story about the little wave being afraid of vanishing into nothing by crashing against the shore only until it learned the truth from another wave saying to him, "You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean." And I feel my soul expanding and myself rising high above the raging torrent into the oneness of all things. My difficulties, problems and limitations, that felt like boulders a minute ago, become tiny pretty pebbles, washed out by the cascade, no longer insurmountable. All the barriers I often build between me and the world are being gently destroyed with every next bundle of deep green water. Love is rushing up into the vastness of my own heart and I know in a way I never understood before that nothing in life is important enough that is worth closing over. My openness makes the whole world of discovery open up to me.
Surrounded by the chilling silky mist from the continuous movement of the water, I can't help but think that the power of the world really works in a circle. Those who argue that life doesn't move in a straight line – upwards and downwards, but rather in a cycle with no beginning or an end to it, seem to be quite right to me. Life is a great wheel, a sacred circle with no frame. From the sky, earth and stars, through the whirling wind and the transforming water, to the beauty of changing seasons, the development of the world happens in a spiral. My life is a circle, and so is the life of all living things – the infinite circle of unity, eternity, sun and moon, mind and body, breathing in and breathing out... And perhaps the whole purpose to this life cycle is to allow us to experience our growth, to expand our spirituality while travelling to ourselves and arriving to where we started. It is not an easy path, but obviously, this circular eternal journey of being "part of the ocean" is  the only one given to us all. None can summarize it better than the words of Joseph Campbell "The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature."
They named this vantage point from where I am feasting my eyes, Journey Behind The Falls. And I get it. But I will call it, Journey Beyond the Falls. Because by marvelling at this colorless white breathtaking beauty, I am able to delve down beneath the surface of my own life in a search of something deeper, meaningful and inspiring. Tuning my senses to this cosmic connection, I am contemplating the thousands of years of wisdom that flows through the rushing water into my veins straight to my mind.

Stay open
Do never close your heart so that you never block the flow of the infinite energy within you. 

 Be present
Always feel excited about the experience of the moment, no matter what it is. See things as for the first time. This is the only way of falling in love with the world and everything in it. This is the only way to feel alive. 

 Go places that are bigger than you are
Contemplate the big picture and reconnect yourself in the harmony with the Universe. See yourself as an integral  part of nature. Learn from it. Grow. 

 Find your passion by knowing what really matters to you
Know the things you do best and do it fearlessly with grace.

 Stop taking each day for granted 
Pay attention – every moment is an unique opportunity to grow and improve yourself.

 Go slow and stop pushing
"Do not just do something. Sit there." It is only through stillness that you can reflect clearly and deeply. 

Continue to strive toward beauty, authenticity and compassion.
You will eventually be able to overwhelm selfish concerns and reach a greater understanding of who you really are – what better and honest way is there to serve humanity. 

Spread love and gratitude around you with the same intensity as this natural force moves the water.




I am leaving my old friend with a heart wide open and a promise of coming back soon. As comfortable as we might seem to be living, we often have to be reminded of the need to broaden our horizons, to keep growing by looking for ways to create a nourishing life. We all need a new magnitude of our individual Journey Beyond the Falls.
Thank you to Niagara Parks for doing a great job in giving us an opportunity to see, taste, touch, hear and feel this magnificent gift from nature to mankind. To find information about Journey Behind the Falls you can visit the website here. 




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 Seven days to Christmas! 
And even though we have not put up our Christmas tree yet, (yes, I know), I am full of Christmas spirit. As I am writing this note, the very talented trumpeter Chris Botti is bringing about a peaceful emotion of deep contentment to the heart with his jazzy tracks of Christmas comfort and joy. The smell of orange and cinnamon from the quietly simmering apple cider in the kitchen is filling the entire home with Christmas. A chocolate truffle is melting into a puddle of goodness in the middle of my mouth...  

 December so far has brought some beautiful moments in life!
It started with a doorbell ring of the mailman delivering a complimentary copy of the winter issue of Bella Grace Magazine. This volume is truly inspiring and I am happy to be a part of it again, thanks to Stampington & Company. If you haven't read it yet, I think you lost an opportunity to enrich your soul with beautiful images and thought-provoking narratives. This publication makes a wonderful holiday gift to someone who enjoys the magic of ordinary things.

I visited Irene in a nursing home. She is an ill, immobile, eighty-year-old woman I am glad to know by a dear friend of mine who volunteers in the institution. Irene moved to Canada from England as a young nurse; she is single and doesn't have any relatives around. I enjoy the time I spend with her. She has such a strong spirit and, of course, that typical British sense of humor that inspires me and teaches me how to gracefully meet my own life's adversities and hardships. With her polished nails in pink, bright blue eyes and infectious smile, she is an epitome of a human being who ages as a cathedral. She reminds me of my grandma who lives an ocean away...

December also held that delightful afternoon I spent at the wreath making gathering hosted by the lovely Aviva and Jessica from Sweet Gale Gardens. Both girls created a cozy atmosphere in Aviva's house where under the tunes of A Charlie Brown Christmas, together with fellow local flower lovers, I crafted a dried flower wreath that adorns the living room. Sweet Gale Gardens is a small, urban farm in the heart of Toronto focused on sustainably grown cut flowers.  

Then came the snow - new, soft, and clean- it coveted the city for one night. The delicate beauty of fresh untouched snow brings back a little bit of the magic we all felt as children. Sometimes such snowfall is all you need to get into the holiday spirit, it gets your bones excited about everything the season brings: like the last sequential date for this century... which happened to be my birthday. I was blessed with one truly special day-from the amazing gingerbread heart cookies my 3-year-old nephew decorated especially for me, through the cakes my sister and my mom made to celebrate the occasion, the thoughtful gift my son chose for me, "The Signature of All Things" by Elizabeth Gilbert to the unforgettable dinner with friends at one of my favorite restaurants, love was tangible and I am immensely thankful!

Today, December with its gloomy sky and the peaceful calm of its mist finally put me in a baking sort of mood. I opened an old recipe journal, but instead of the traditional snowball cookies that kick off the Holiday baking every year, I decided to embrace a new "adventure" and try something different. I rarely make bonbons, much less for Christmas, so I grabbed the idea of no-bake truffles and tried to incorporate what I found in the pantry. Chocolate, cocoa powder, chopped almond, and shredded coconut, rolled into not so perfect walnut-sized balls by my humble hands. I put the candies in old glasses, covered the top with fabric and tied it with hemp yarn. I wrote the recipe on a tag and my giving gifts were ready! (find the recipe here).


There is joy, heart lifted in kindness, humility, and wonder. There is beauty, love, and generosity. There's a tingly Christmassy feeling in the air. And there will be more - December is not even at its end.
And if you haven't brought some of this old-fashioned holiday spirit into your life, my simple list of how to be full of it goes pretty much like this:

* Return your holiday books to the shelves and read the classic Christmas stories and poems.
* Listen to Christmas music and sing out loud the lyrics. 
* Send out Holiday cards with handwritten messages. 
* Join up with family and friends (call relatives long-distance, host a dinner)
* Make a wreath and hang it somewhere in your house (find a holiday workshop and take part).
* Cut down your own Christmas tree and decorate it with handmade or vintage ornaments. Breathe in the smell of real evergreen. 
* Decorate your home if you feel like doing it; if not- the simple prettiness of a single pine branch in a vintage bottle would be enough.  
* Watch some great Christmas movies while sipping hot chocolate or mulled wine. 
* Stare into a cracking fire so it warms your eyes and heart. 
* Prepare and give homemade/edible gifts. 
* Donate some of your time to those in need.
* Simmer potpourri of orange, cinnamon, cloves, and vanilla to make your home smell warm and cozy.
* Bake cookies, scones, pies, shtolen, bread, fruit cakes and all sort of holiday recipes, old & new. 
* If there is snowfall, take a walk into the woods, make snow angels.
* Watch your dog enjoy the mounds of snow. 
* Go family skating.  
* Visit Christmas Markets - those European type of markets where Christmas renews itself by reaching into forgotten childhood memories. 
* Do a tradition that you might have. If you do not have a tradition, this year is the time to make one.
* Be a great example of enthusiasm and love to your children. 
* Be present and pay attention to miracles.
* Create your own miracle. 




Merry Christmas to you and yours! 




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Christmassy


 Seven days to Christmas! 
And even though we have not put up our Christmas tree yet, (yes, I know), I am full of Christmas spirit. As I am writing this note, the very talented trumpeter Chris Botti is bringing about a peaceful emotion of deep contentment to the heart with his jazzy tracks of Christmas comfort and joy. The smell of orange and cinnamon from the quietly simmering apple cider in the kitchen is filling the entire home with Christmas. A chocolate truffle is melting into a puddle of goodness in the middle of my mouth...  

 December so far has brought some beautiful moments in life!
It started with a doorbell ring of the mailman delivering a complimentary copy of the winter issue of Bella Grace Magazine. This volume is truly inspiring and I am happy to be a part of it again, thanks to Stampington & Company. If you haven't read it yet, I think you lost an opportunity to enrich your soul with beautiful images and thought-provoking narratives. This publication makes a wonderful holiday gift to someone who enjoys the magic of ordinary things.

I visited Irene in a nursing home. She is an ill, immobile, eighty-year-old woman I am glad to know by a dear friend of mine who volunteers in the institution. Irene moved to Canada from England as a young nurse; she is single and doesn't have any relatives around. I enjoy the time I spend with her. She has such a strong spirit and, of course, that typical British sense of humor that inspires me and teaches me how to gracefully meet my own life's adversities and hardships. With her polished nails in pink, bright blue eyes and infectious smile, she is an epitome of a human being who ages as a cathedral. She reminds me of my grandma who lives an ocean away...

December also held that delightful afternoon I spent at the wreath making gathering hosted by the lovely Aviva and Jessica from Sweet Gale Gardens. Both girls created a cozy atmosphere in Aviva's house where under the tunes of A Charlie Brown Christmas, together with fellow local flower lovers, I crafted a dried flower wreath that adorns the living room. Sweet Gale Gardens is a small, urban farm in the heart of Toronto focused on sustainably grown cut flowers.  

Then came the snow - new, soft, and clean- it coveted the city for one night. The delicate beauty of fresh untouched snow brings back a little bit of the magic we all felt as children. Sometimes such snowfall is all you need to get into the holiday spirit, it gets your bones excited about everything the season brings: like the last sequential date for this century... which happened to be my birthday. I was blessed with one truly special day-from the amazing gingerbread heart cookies my 3-year-old nephew decorated especially for me, through the cakes my sister and my mom made to celebrate the occasion, the thoughtful gift my son chose for me, "The Signature of All Things" by Elizabeth Gilbert to the unforgettable dinner with friends at one of my favorite restaurants, love was tangible and I am immensely thankful!

Today, December with its gloomy sky and the peaceful calm of its mist finally put me in a baking sort of mood. I opened an old recipe journal, but instead of the traditional snowball cookies that kick off the Holiday baking every year, I decided to embrace a new "adventure" and try something different. I rarely make bonbons, much less for Christmas, so I grabbed the idea of no-bake truffles and tried to incorporate what I found in the pantry. Chocolate, cocoa powder, chopped almond, and shredded coconut, rolled into not so perfect walnut-sized balls by my humble hands. I put the candies in old glasses, covered the top with fabric and tied it with hemp yarn. I wrote the recipe on a tag and my giving gifts were ready! (find the recipe here).


There is joy, heart lifted in kindness, humility, and wonder. There is beauty, love, and generosity. There's a tingly Christmassy feeling in the air. And there will be more - December is not even at its end.
And if you haven't brought some of this old-fashioned holiday spirit into your life, my simple list of how to be full of it goes pretty much like this:

* Return your holiday books to the shelves and read the classic Christmas stories and poems.
* Listen to Christmas music and sing out loud the lyrics. 
* Send out Holiday cards with handwritten messages. 
* Join up with family and friends (call relatives long-distance, host a dinner)
* Make a wreath and hang it somewhere in your house (find a holiday workshop and take part).
* Cut down your own Christmas tree and decorate it with handmade or vintage ornaments. Breathe in the smell of real evergreen. 
* Decorate your home if you feel like doing it; if not- the simple prettiness of a single pine branch in a vintage bottle would be enough.  
* Watch some great Christmas movies while sipping hot chocolate or mulled wine. 
* Stare into a cracking fire so it warms your eyes and heart. 
* Prepare and give homemade/edible gifts. 
* Donate some of your time to those in need.
* Simmer potpourri of orange, cinnamon, cloves, and vanilla to make your home smell warm and cozy.
* Bake cookies, scones, pies, shtolen, bread, fruit cakes and all sort of holiday recipes, old & new. 
* If there is snowfall, take a walk into the woods, make snow angels.
* Watch your dog enjoy the mounds of snow. 
* Go family skating.  
* Visit Christmas Markets - those European type of markets where Christmas renews itself by reaching into forgotten childhood memories. 
* Do a tradition that you might have. If you do not have a tradition, this year is the time to make one.
* Be a great example of enthusiasm and love to your children. 
* Be present and pay attention to miracles.
* Create your own miracle. 




Merry Christmas to you and yours! 




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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? ..." wrote Lewis Carroll once...
It was that kind of day that gives an undoubted answer to such question... Snow brings the cold, but snow loves the trees... and warms the earth. Snow melts in the sunshine, but snow loves to play with the sun - the tiny sun rays filter through tree trunks, kiss the snow and make it glitter as a sea of mini delicate crystals... 
It was that kind of day that promises the bone-chilling cold is over; that day that whispers in your head "have no fear, you are not alone, the universe supports you"... and you are ready to chase the light that gives a dark silhouette to your being. You are willing to stop in your own shadow, unite with it, and hand in hand as old friends immerse in the white wetness of the snow. When you know your shadow side, you know yourself better... 
It was that kind of day that gives you clarity... and courage to bring what was hidden in dark to light.. while the snow was kissing the tress... 








“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” 
                                                                                                                                     - Carl Jung 





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That Day...




“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? ..." wrote Lewis Carroll once...
It was that kind of day that gives an undoubted answer to such question... Snow brings the cold, but snow loves the trees... and warms the earth. Snow melts in the sunshine, but snow loves to play with the sun - the tiny sun rays filter through tree trunks, kiss the snow and make it glitter as a sea of mini delicate crystals... 
It was that kind of day that promises the bone-chilling cold is over; that day that whispers in your head "have no fear, you are not alone, the universe supports you"... and you are ready to chase the light that gives a dark silhouette to your being. You are willing to stop in your own shadow, unite with it, and hand in hand as old friends immerse in the white wetness of the snow. When you know your shadow side, you know yourself better... 
It was that kind of day that gives you clarity... and courage to bring what was hidden in dark to light.. while the snow was kissing the tress... 








“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” 
                                                                                                                                     - Carl Jung 





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The world around you suddenly becomes the Kingdom of the Snow Queen. The trees are covered with crystals and everything, at first sight, looks like a fairy tale. You can't stop exploring the beauty of the iced branches shining on the light. Then, you step outside and realize the ground is an ice rink and every single step is like being on skates. You better stay at home and don't go outside. But, then the electrical power is gone and no one can't promise it will be coming back soon. On the contrary, the battery-powered radio, the only connection with the world at this point, warns you to brace for the possibility of being without power for about 76 hours and more... And tomorrow is Christmas...  
The nasty ice storm that hit Toronto this past weekend brought down the power lines and left hundreds and thousands of households without electricity. Our home was one of them. We stayed more than 24 hours without hot water and heat, without phones and Internet, no cookies in the oven, no lights on the Christmas tree; all our plans destroyed...
As I am writing right now, I am thinking of the fact that our modern society depends on electricity to function more than ever and it's difficult to imagine life without it. But Mother Nature is too wise that she always finds ways to make us pause and pay attention to the basic needs in life, to remind us not to take single things for granted and think of a more healthy way of living and giving back in the world. What I experienced during this blackout was the warmth of the family playing together board games and cards on candles, laughing and sharing stories around the kitchen table, gazing at the moon through the frosty window, painting the handmade wooden ornaments in white, checking frequently on our ill neighbour left alone since his wife is in the hospital with a broken leg, thinking of those who don't have shelter... Frankly, at first we thought Christmas without power would suck, but then as we recollected the most beloved H.C. Andersen's story "The Little Match Girl", we reflected on the time when people celebrated the true spirit of the holidays in the most humble, sincere and giving way...
Not with the lights on the trees and roofs, but the light that is already inside of your heart.
Not only with the holiday feast on your table, but with food giving to others. Not with songs coming from the TV or CD player, but songs sang with your own voice.
Not only with the gifts under the tree but with the gift of gratitude for everything and everyone in your precious life, for your normal, peaceful and meaningful day, with the gift wrapped up in faith that miracles come in moments...


“I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. “
~Charles Dickens





Wherever you are, whatever language you speak, whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope your day is warm, filled with light, peace, and LOVE!   
Thank you to all of you who help me rekindle the light inside of me at times it goes out.
                           Have a Merry and Bright Holiday!




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Merry & Bright


The world around you suddenly becomes the Kingdom of the Snow Queen. The trees are covered with crystals and everything, at first sight, looks like a fairy tale. You can't stop exploring the beauty of the iced branches shining on the light. Then, you step outside and realize the ground is an ice rink and every single step is like being on skates. You better stay at home and don't go outside. But, then the electrical power is gone and no one can't promise it will be coming back soon. On the contrary, the battery-powered radio, the only connection with the world at this point, warns you to brace for the possibility of being without power for about 76 hours and more... And tomorrow is Christmas...  
The nasty ice storm that hit Toronto this past weekend brought down the power lines and left hundreds and thousands of households without electricity. Our home was one of them. We stayed more than 24 hours without hot water and heat, without phones and Internet, no cookies in the oven, no lights on the Christmas tree; all our plans destroyed...
As I am writing right now, I am thinking of the fact that our modern society depends on electricity to function more than ever and it's difficult to imagine life without it. But Mother Nature is too wise that she always finds ways to make us pause and pay attention to the basic needs in life, to remind us not to take single things for granted and think of a more healthy way of living and giving back in the world. What I experienced during this blackout was the warmth of the family playing together board games and cards on candles, laughing and sharing stories around the kitchen table, gazing at the moon through the frosty window, painting the handmade wooden ornaments in white, checking frequently on our ill neighbour left alone since his wife is in the hospital with a broken leg, thinking of those who don't have shelter... Frankly, at first we thought Christmas without power would suck, but then as we recollected the most beloved H.C. Andersen's story "The Little Match Girl", we reflected on the time when people celebrated the true spirit of the holidays in the most humble, sincere and giving way...
Not with the lights on the trees and roofs, but the light that is already inside of your heart.
Not only with the holiday feast on your table, but with food giving to others. Not with songs coming from the TV or CD player, but songs sang with your own voice.
Not only with the gifts under the tree but with the gift of gratitude for everything and everyone in your precious life, for your normal, peaceful and meaningful day, with the gift wrapped up in faith that miracles come in moments...


“I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. “
~Charles Dickens





Wherever you are, whatever language you speak, whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope your day is warm, filled with light, peace, and LOVE!   
Thank you to all of you who help me rekindle the light inside of me at times it goes out.
                           Have a Merry and Bright Holiday!




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The most beautiful snow came this weekend. It covered the trees and the land and made for a perfect Christmas tree hunt. We are harvesting the tree a little late – this is what I thought – but when we arrived at the favorite Clembrook Christmas tree farm, the place was packed with people.
Hunting for our own real tree is a family tradition that has been deeply rooted.
This year, a small, perfectly green, imperfectly shaped and divinely fragrant Canaan Fir will adorn our living room and will bring a sense of celebration, warmth, family and home.
Why do we always choose a real tree instead of an artificial one? More than enough reasons which I tried to explain here.



The Christmas Tree Hunt



The most beautiful snow came this weekend. It covered the trees and the land and made for a perfect Christmas tree hunt. We are harvesting the tree a little late – this is what I thought – but when we arrived at the favorite Clembrook Christmas tree farm, the place was packed with people.
Hunting for our own real tree is a family tradition that has been deeply rooted.
This year, a small, perfectly green, imperfectly shaped and divinely fragrant Canaan Fir will adorn our living room and will bring a sense of celebration, warmth, family and home.
Why do we always choose a real tree instead of an artificial one? More than enough reasons which I tried to explain here.



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