It beats going to the Gym!

To look at the pictures, you would wonder why I balk at the thought of getting out and getting some exercise…


But I do, often. A wall of inertia must be overcome to drag this comfort loving home-body out into the elements. There are so many factors to consider:

The COLD. The bundling up just right but not too much. The fear that this will be the time I fall and hurt something, or suffer some cataclysmic life-changing event. Then there is the sheer work of it.  (X-country skiing may be about g-l-i-d-i-n-g but first there is the push, and it is most definitely WORK. Ditto that for snowshoeing, only there is no glide!)  All these factors rise up in protest at the prospect of getting out in the wild white outdoors.  Oh how grateful I am for Jim’s sanctifying leadership!  He sees to it that my objections do not win out and I am almost 100% of the time grateful to have gotten out and gotten some scenery-laden exercise!

The Highline Trail, Canmore:


Sundance Canyon, Banff

 (*I have loved a wonky picture since my first roll of film with my Brownie camera)

Upper Bankhead, Banff:   

Lake Minnewanka…

Home–the place I love best.  The fire-pit out front vanished (almost!) this week:


Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you.
For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling;
I will walk before the LORD in the land of the living. Ps.116:7-9 ESV


Home again from my tour-de-grandbabies

I got home a week ago from my grandma travels, to brilliant morning sun pouring in the front window–a dramatic change after living in ‘the shadow’ of our mountains all winter.  It has helped to ease me back into this white winter and a quiet routine devoid of soft baby cheeks and pudgy hands learning pat-a-cake.

Following the visit with the newest grandaughter up north, I had continued my tour-de-grandbabies with a flight back ‘home’ to Powell River to catch up with Jaxon, now 9 months old,  and his parents and aunties!

God sent a batch of sunshine that apparently has been long in coming.  It made the walks in my favorite places with some of my favorite people all the  more special!



I even got a sneak preview of springtime–


On departure day, the rains returned for my ferry crossing to fly home– a fitting finish to a sweet week of home and family.



Give thanks to the LORD Almighty, for the LORD is good.  His faithful love endures for ever! 

Johnston Canyon in January

Every season has its beauty.  A canyon in summer is quite another thing than those same rock walls and water in a deep freeze. 


Now we come well-bundled and walk gingerly wearing ice grippers, very glad of the fresh snow to give traction to the icy pavement underneath. (pictured: Jim and his sister)



Frozen waterfalls inspire different responses in different folks; I am content with snapping pictures.


Others must climb them!




 But though a weekend outing is lovely, my best days are home-body days.

With winter’s progress the sun’s ascent has shifted so that the light slants in through one little window for just a bit in the morning. I time taking out the garbage to catch its rays while it crosses the dip in the mountains that otherwise block its radiance…  

And I find that there is nothing quite so exquisite in winter as sunshine on the eyelids–it is balm to the soul!


Light is sweet, and it is pleasant for the eyes to see the sun. Eccl.11:7 ESV