namaste

Since a couple people were wondering what it meant, and why I chose it, this blog explores the word from a Christian perspective:

“Namaste.”

We don’t have a word like it in the English language, and I suspect that this may be the cause of much of our hardship.

Roughly translated, it means “I honor the Holy One who lives in you.”

This phrase, I think, captures the essence of the love which Christ has shown us, and by his work on the cross, enabled us to express. It means looking into someone’s soul and recognizing that they are a creation of God — not only that, but also that they bear His image (per Gen 1:27).

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Mind you, this was written the day after I chose my new journal title.

Peanut (and a little bit of Rex too)

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Their pen:

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Here you can see she’s filled back in to her normal size (5 pounds):

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My sweet, happy, totally relaxed bunny:

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Her eyes melt my heart:

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Showing off her balance and grooming skills:

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The most dramatic exhibit of tilt. For comparison, this is what she looked like four months ago.

What’s up, mum?

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nose rubs and tooth purrs = a happy bunny

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And of course, Rex had to pose for the camera too:

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as I sail…

We’ve been renovating our house for the past six years. My parents joke that the house will be completely finished by the time we kids are ready to move out. Funny, very funny. Part of the pitfall of do-it-yourself remodeling is that things may wait for years to be finished, whether for lack of time, money, or energy.

But the real issue is that when you’re constantly planning for the big stuff, you miss the fact that there are little things that make our house a home. Pictures, for instance. For the first time in six years we have family photos on the walls. We don’t have a livingroom carpet (yet) and we may not have nice furniture, but having those pictures up makes the project feel one step closer to finished.

In my room, I’ve finally gotten all of the excess animal stuff out and all I need to do is organize it in the addition’s hall closet. I’m sick of all that stuff lying around my room. The barber chair, aka my desk chair, is going too.

We’re selling the two antique Shaker cabinets that are in my bedroom. They’re nice, but they’re huge, and for the space they consume they don’t provide a whole lot of storage space. After patching some of the holes in my walls I’d like to put up bookshelves and hang some photos and artwork.

The rabbits are currently being housed in a puppy exercise pen, but I’ll be replacing the pen with a Configure Gate. Luckily I already had the gate panels, because that’s not something I could afford at the moment. With the pen gone, the white gating will blend much more nicely with the white wainscoting and look less like a ‘cage’.

Another advantage of the pen is that it has a door. Now that Peanut’s balance issues are under control and she doesn’t need to stay in a confined space, I’d like to give the rabbits the chance to run around my room. That means a new area rug to go over the vinyl tile, and a better way to contain my computer wires.

And maybe at some point I’ll get myself a comfy chair, and a nice lamp, and have a reading corner. Until then, I can take little steps, progress towards a homier, happier living space.

as the world turns

The days are shorter, the nights are longer (and no, it doesn’t make me feel like slow dancing) The lack of light is making everyone sleepy and producing the strong urge to curl up under the covers and hibernate until April.

Stephen and I went out for coffee last night, and it was pitch black by 7:30. Freezing, too. We sat in Starbucks like a very trendy couple and talked about life and faith and what an awesome little brother he is (okay, we may not have talked about that, but I definitely thought about it)

Today when I came home from working third shift, I settled on the couch next to Dad, the two of us sharing a blanket and sipping our coffees, warding off the chill of the morning. Mom and Stephen eventually joined us, and we talked politics for awhile. It would seem our best discussions are had over a cup of coffee.

I cherish moments like these. It’s a busy time of year for sure, but the changing season makes me want to slow down a little, take a break, and just spend time with people I love.