Here comes a new year people! Can you believe it? Sayonara 2015 – just like that. Time sure flies, and that’s why it’s so important to reflect on your year gone by, to notice the moments you felt most alive, and to dream up all the ways you can keep that magic flowing into the year ahead. Noticing is the thing. Becoming an observer of your state of happiness so that you can gift-yourself more of the meaningful moments you deserve in the year to come!
Christmastime brings about so many festive delights, one of my favourite being a good old fashioned Christmas Market! Bring on the street carollers, the wreaths hung on lampposts, the strands of lights sweeping between brick buildings – I love it all.
Well Luvlies… December is upon us – let the festive latte drinking and holiday planning begin! We’ve had an unusually warm November this year (not complaining) but, I must say I’m the kind of girl who wishes for a very white Christmas every year! Nothing beats the crunch of snow beneath your boots, or the glitter of freshly fallen snow under the street lamps at night.
Have you ever been a-wassailing? With plenty of established (and emerging) wine regions, you’ll find small towns all over Ontario celebrating Wassail this time of year – a Medieval English tradition which pays tribute to the harvest before the arrival of winter. Merrymakers would travel from house to house, with a song on their lips and a glass in their hands! Apparently this cheerful ritual would ensure a good cider apple harvest the following year – Frankly, I like their methods.
This one’s coming a little late friends – but better late than never! And since this month’s watercolour inspired calendar features poppies, I’m pleased to be sharing it with you in time for Remembrance Day.
The coming of Fall can bring about more change than the simple turning of the leaves. As I’m layering on the blanket scarves and contemplating woolly socks and ankle boots, my thoughts are turning inward. When the chill sets in, I begin to embrace the the stillness that exists between the adventures of summer and the hullabaloo that is the Holiday Season. It feels like a repose – a time to collect myself.
It has become our Thanksgiving tradition; as my mother finishes basting the turkey and turning out the lentil loaf, my husband and sister set out the flatware, and my father readies the carving knives, I will be found in the garden collecting flowers for a centrepiece. Floral arrangements are a lovely way to add energy to the table, and to keep it looking lively even after the feast has been devoured!
Show me a fallen pile of crimson coloured leaves, and I’ll be the first to run through it like a shameless child! Fall is seasoned with coziness and joy, romance and generosity!
There is something uniquely nostalgic about this season, which gets me reminiscing about the past. After our September honeymoon in Greece five years ago, Mano and I came home to Canada to celebrate Thanksgiving with our families. Our first months as a married couple were graced by the company of loved ones, tables spread with good food, and the cool Autumn air.
Dance is often referred to as a universal language. In my days of point shoes and top knots, dancing gave me the ability to communicate the feelings that words couldn’t describe. It is an art form which transcends intellect – it speaks to the soul.