Humgeen San Naedz: My Good Friends

Pulled from the files of July: Namely, the “Draft” folder.   I was asked a very good question yesterday. “Who did you leave behind?” It was an invitation to tell of the people I loved; who I will be grieving for; and I so appreciated the grandfatherly gentleman and his wife for thinking of it…

Oasis

I went with the aim of spending time with God. I looked out on the city with my Bible and journal on a gorgeous fall day while shivering a little in the sun. And after a long time of sitting, hemming, and hawwing, and not being able to focus at all,  I realized I had…

Oasis Prelude

“Well I was walkin’ along, and I saw a path. And I thought ‘huh.  Wonder what’s up there’. And I guess I thought, ‘Why not?’ Always up for an adventure, explore a little bit. So, I follow it. And it goes and it goes up and then, at the top, there’s this beautiful place! In…

Dragons and Dinos And Me; Oh my!

Dear world, I forgot to tell you something. I have a job! I am working. That’s what I would tell you if you asked me “what I’m doing these days.” See those dinosaur bones? Well, someone has to keep them company! So that’s what I do. Because I work at a museum! More officially, I’m…

eeep! Adulthood?

3 Sure Signs of Growing Up: 1. You spend triple digits at Costco. 2. You get picky about ice cream. (Say bye-bye to the slightest bit of freezer burn!) 3. Winter Tires are considered a legitimate topic of conversation.

What Happens at Women’s Weekend…

A womens’ weekend with my Mom. A medieval-themed dinner program. A whirlwind shopping trip to the second-hand store. A surprising encounter with a friend. A brown fitted sheet. A green sheet too. Brown boots. Black tights. An impromtu feather. All this can only mean one thing… Robin Hood. I had a lovely weekend a little…

The Hardest Part

My favourite kinds of questions are the ones I don’t know the answers to. The ones that catch me off guard and make me think. I was asked one the other day: “What has been the hardest part since coming back from Mongolia?” (Re-entry) I wasn’t sure. I think my transition back to North American…

Photo Friday – The Price of Salvation

This is a photo I cannot show without telling the story: This is a woman we saw at the temple. When you step inside one of the many small buildings on the grounds, this one is different. It is a simple room with monks sitting at computers behind four walls about armpit high, reminding me…