inspiration

I've been inspired by Beth and Ellen. They've been walking and getting in shape.

I'm quite faithful to "take a walk"  but my walks are most often leisurely rambles and not geared to work up a sweat.

My exercise history  has been a series of enthusiastic activity bursts punctuated with long periods of slacking. But the diagnosis of a genetic heart condition has kyboshed my ability to do activity bursts anymore and the same diagnosis makes slacking an non-option.

So I called on my old friend Leslie. She's faithful - always ready for a walk - even in the worst of weather. I can do her  walk  - no hills which are the killer for me - and it does work up a sweat.

I hope Leslie doesn't take it personally that I don't listen to her conversation - she's always talks about the same things :) I can only listen to "C'mon!" "You can do it!" and "Isn't this fun!" so many times . . .

Instead, I turn her volume down and listen to an audio book from Librivox.

Right now The Railway Children is keeping Leslie and me company as we walk.

I wanted to add some strengthening and flexibility exercises to my walking routine. Something simple and quick but that would exercise the whole body as well as gradually increase in difficulty.

A friend of mine reminded me of the old RCAF XBX fitness program. I can remember my mother doing these exercises. They've been around for a long time. I found a free interactive XBX site online. So I registered yesterday and started on level 1.

12 minutes a day is all it takes. That's do-able.

I was amused by the note included on the instruction page of the XBX program:

Note: Do not expect startling results. Fitness takes time and persistence. Couple your XBX program with a good diet, and your progress will be steady.

Startling results? Like what?? My imagination is running away with that description.

Getting in shape would be a pleasant but not startling result - now, growing hair on my chest would definitely be startling :)

 I like the rest of the advice - "Fitness takes time and persistence. Couple your XBX program with a good diet, and your progress will be steady."

So, my new goal?

Slow and steady.

We all know the end of that proverb.

I'm not in a race, but  if I can get in the exercise habit, 

I'll feel like  a winner.

Happy Thursday everyone!

with love,

Spicy Ginger Crinkles

as promised!

• 3/4 cup shortening (or butter)
• 1 cup brown sugar (or half white and half brown)
• 1/4 cup molasses
• 1 egg
• 2 and 1/4 cups flour
• 1 tsp salt
• 1 tsp cinnamon
• 1 tsp ginger
• 1/4 tsp cloves (my own addition)
• 1 tsp soda

Cream shortening and sugar - add egg and molasses. Mix dry ingredients and add to shortening mixture.

Shape in balls, dip in white sugar, press down lightly with a fork and bake at 350 for 8-10 min.

A century old (or more) recipe from Roger's grandmother "Nannie" - written in her own handwriting and given to me almost 33 years ago for my wedding recipe box.

Enjoy!

with love,

savouring

these thoughts:

 ". . . One day I realize I am skimming the surface of everything. There is but hollow pleasure in too crowded weeks. Real rewards come from engaging in fewer activities and experiencing each one more deeply. Loss of alertness and freshness of approach tell me to slow up. Life is best when it is a balance between activities and intervals of aloneness. In the intervals we are able to deepen the meaning of the activities.

The days I like least are those when I pass through my environment superficially almost as if it were a stage backdrop. I scarcely see anything except what needs doing at the moment. Meals become just something to get and nothing has depth. This is living "two-dimensionally."

In contrast, when I am not pressed by a push of events I move more slowly and savour each moment. Every activity becomes a feature in itself and the simplest routine has its own joy. I feel the texture of the blanket when making a bed, and it is good. I feel the soil when I am repotting a houseplant and it is good. I listen beyond words to what people mean. I look at the sales person in the store and really see her. I have time to write the author whose book I have liked, and I telephone my dinner hostess to tell her how much we enjoyed the evening. This is living "three-dimensionally" - going that extra mile, doing all the things you are not required to do, but which give added meaning.

Living this way you see not only your goal but the path that leads you there and all the little flowers and ferns that grow along its edges."

p. 198-9 The Shape of a Year  Jean Hershey

I have always wondered why I am irresistibly drawn to take pictures of the tiny details

 a tendril on a rose hip

the curl of bark on a white birch

the way the morning light falls on the cupboard door

I think this quote by Jean Hershey explains it, at least partially.

Noticing the tiny - the small exquisite details - is part of that "three-dimensional life".

There is so much more to it of course.

It's really a way of living in the present - a way of attending - to God, to others, to yourself, to nature,

finding beauty in the everyday,

and

giving thanks.

I love Ann V's encouragement in this area.

Join her and the gratitude community

and

we'll savour life together.

with love,

Update on Tuesday, November 17, 2009 at 7:18PM by Islandsparrow

You must, must, must head over to (In)Courage - if you haven't already.

Ann V writes of the real joy secret and almost 500 people are joining in the gratitude chorus.

I've been writing gratutude lists for a long time - but I have never numbered them.

Today is a good day to start.

I need the joy medicine

1. A faithful God whose love endures forever
2. my loving husband who works so hard
3. sweet grown-up children who still love to hug and kiss me!
4. a wonderful extended family  - sister, brother, in-laws, nieces and nephews
5. quiet times in the Word
6. comfort of prayer
7. music
8. books
9. walks on the beach
10. laughter with friends
11. sunlight in the morning
12. hot coffee in the morning
13. a husband who sings crazy songs and makes me laugh
14. a daughter who cleans the whole downstairs
15. a great-niece almost here
16. library
17. a warm fire
18. a hot cup of tea
19. my new gel pens
20. playing my harp
21. emails from dear friends who live far away
22. skype - to my son and dil in London
23. facebook to keep track of my band boys
24. a son and dil who are doing so well in university
25. comments from sweet readers on my blog

There! 25 - a good start!

Friday Fave Five

Hi there

and

welcome to  Suzanne's

So what was happening on the Island this week?

At least here at A Sparrow's Home?

Well, we had:

1. Some gathering of nature's bounty, which included a trip to Point Prim

for winterberry holly.

 We need to get it before the snow flies.

Beautiful red berries

along with some fragrant  bayberry branches,

pinecones

and some evergreen branches for winter decorating.

2. Some baking

Cheddar Cheese Casserole bread from Menonnite Girls Can Cook - delicious!

Perfect with Roasted Pumpkin Soup

(if you made this for the aroma of roasting pumpkin sprinkled with nutmeg alone, it would be worth it!)

and  Spicy Ginger Crinkles ~ perfect with a hot cup of tea ~ recipe coming soon.

3. Some reading

Notice the theme of each book??

This is what happens when you go to the library hungry . . .  :)

4. Some walking in a November wood

5 and finally some more kitty love

Blue-eyed Ruby

on her favourite perch ~ such a good-natured mama.

 
Well these are just a few of my favourite things from this week.

I hope you enjoyed your visit.

Thanks so much for coming by.

Happy weekend!

with love,

Nov 11th

Today I'll wear a poppy,

remembering all the young men and women who fought in the wars,

especially my Dad.

Peter Sinclair ~ Flight Lieutenant ~ Royal Canadian Air Force ~ World War 2

Often our Remembrance Days are dark and cold with freezing rain or sleet - almost as if the weather tries to match the solemn mood of the day. But today we have a bit of blue sky and the sun is breaking through.

Our little group of veterans dwindles each year, some members in wheel-chairs or leaning on canes for support.  But they still march as smartly as they can to the sound of the pipes and drums. I have always felt such admiration for them, standing at attention in November's raw chill, while The Last Post plays for all their fallen friends. I wonder what feelings and memories stir when they hear the words that are spoken during each Remembrance Day service:

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We shall remember them.

The weight of those words grow greater each passing year.

Today our community will gather and stand with them.

And we will remember.

40 years

Do you remember?

1969, age 12 ~  coming home from school for lunch, eating my grilled cheese sandwich and drinking my cocoa, while laughing along with my favourite Sesame Street characters on our black and white, one station only TV.  I knew all the characters and all the songs - in fact this morning I was singing Rubber Ducky along with Ernie on the radio. I hadn't forgotten a word :)

This Sesame Street sketch was a favourite for our oldest boy around age 2.

(pause the music in the sidebar)

He had a little red cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and a gun and holster set ~ he'd swagger around the apartment saying, "I Cowboy X!".

Happy memories!

problems

Have you heard of the dreaded blue screen of death

Also known as the BSoD?

not.fun.

but photos and documents were saved.

thankfully.

It was a close call.

4 years of photos and prayer journal that I wouldn't like to lose.

The lesson from the chastened, but now slightly wiser and very grateful mkmacphee?

Don't forget to back-up.

It's good to be back :)