September 27, 2015


How red you are, my darling moon
How you blush, yet shine
As you hide behind this earth friend of yours

Are you tired of always being the one to reflect the light?
Is it your turn to, for a second, give in to the darkness? 

Oh, but darling, what a big role you play 
With each of your pulls and sways
You—the source of light and hope 

For hours and hours and nights after nights and months after months and years after years 

How resilient your are, my darling moon
How you bounce back and continue to shine
You don't give up you don't disappear for good

What brings you back?
Is it the reminder that life would be so different without you?

Oh, darling, what a big role you play
With each of your subtle pulls and sways
You—the source of light and hope 

For your friends and family and coworkers and strangers and for all those you could affect so 

Oh, darling, what a big role you play
Don't let the darkness pass over you for more than a second
There's so much good to be done

Come back, come back, come back, come back, come back

September 16, 2015

The One With the First Week of School.

When I was completing my lifeguard courses, ages and ages ago, the instructor said that if at any time we went through a traumatic incident, we should talk about it as much as possible and avoid keeping it bottled in. "Post it to Facebook when you get home," she said. She meant traumatic in the sense of saving someone's life or keeping someone from injury, I'm sure. But today was pretty traumatic for me. Just me, thankfully; nobody else's life was at stake. So here's the Facebook post I always said I'd never write—the one about my day and everything that went down. But today had its own specific formula of just enough "downs" to make it a proper first week of school, and so much goodness to keep me from having any right to complain. 

This morning I checked traffic and left home for my first day of work at a new job with 25min. to spare. But, of course, there was an accident on the highway and we stopped or crawled for about 10km. I had too little for breakfast and assumed a somewhat fetal sitting position for the rest of the
morning to keep stomach growls to a bare minimum; worked through a far too early lunch; got completely lost in a weightlifting class; realized there is no way I can keep all of my jobs; and found out there's an 80% chance I might not graduate at the expected time after all, which of course, throws everything, and I mean everything, up in the air with no ground to land on. And then...five minutes out of the parking lot and onto the way home as I'm trying to focus on lights come up on my dashboard, the accelerator peddle disconnects, and the car begins to stop.

As I stood there stroking my car and reliable companion of nearly 4 years as if it were a distressed pony, I realized that 1.) that is just weird, and 2.) I have no right to complain. You see, it could have been SO much worse. I was technically "only" 3.5min. late to work. I did have breakfast, and I did have a lunch, and I will graduate eventually, and the car? Well, it could have broken down after I had gotten on the highway, or worse this morning adding hours to those 3.5min., or perhaps even could have broken down yesterday when my parents were on the other side of the continent and I would have had no one to call. But it didn't. 

So, while I just got home, and it kills me that I cannot figure anything out right now, I'm trying to hold on to the positives. The enough 'ups' to keep me hopeful. The patient and kind people He has put in my life through work, my amazing and understanding professors, and the people with whom I interact in the amazing place that is my school, including the sodexo workers in the lower caf who always smile. My dad who came to my rescue, and the toothless-cigarette smoking-painfully calm knight in shining tow-truck who came to my rescue on the side of a road. My amazing boyfriend who understands and gets barely a sentence or two from me throughout the entire day. The fact that, while I have no idea when I will get to sleep, I know that I will and know where and know it will be a safe place. But most of all, I'm trying to hold onto the promises that "God keeps His promise, and He will not allow you to be tested beyond your power to remain firm; at the time you are put to the test, He will give you the strength to endure it, and so provide you with a way out." (1 Cor. 10:13) Amen to that.

September 7, 2015

The One With the Murals.

This week on Instagram the It's My Week account is featuring favorite walls that people choose to share on their Instagrams. In honor of that, and because this is a LONG overdue post, I'm sharing the pictures of murals that the Boy and I took just over a year ago. 

I love murals, graffiti, public street art, and all things outdoor paintings. Abbotsford actually has quite a few of these spread over town, and we didn't get around to all of them during our walk. I have a few favorites, including one that I haven't pictured YET, but hope to get around to soon.

The above mural is called Summer Games. The artist, Dean LauzĂ©, supposedly included a "pumped up" version of himself in the mural. The mural was completed in 1994-1995 for the 1995 Western Canada Summer Games. It is located on McDougall Avenue.

Just across the street from the Summer Games, is one that I couldn't find a name for, but represents the community's strides towards inclusion. It delivers the message that we—children, youth, adults, and seniors—are from various parts of the world and speak many languages, yet we each deserve respect, love, and peace. 

Seventh Inning Stretch is one of my favorites because of the colors and downright small town feel. Also by LauzĂ©, it was the first of Abby's murals and was completed in the summer of 1991. It's a wider mural than most and depicts the scene of a baseball game representing community spirit and teamwork. On the right hand corner of the mural, three 42"x42" ad spaces highlight the town's three biggest summer events—the Agrifair, the Berry Festival, and the Airshow. The mural is located in old downtown Abbotsford on Essendene Avenue.

(The Boy will eventually get used to my shenanigans and idea of spending summer afternoons walking after murals.)

The last one we got around to photographing was Cry for Africa, one in a series of murals in BC with African themes seeking to raise awareness for the needs of Africa. The project is just one of the art projects by CYRUS ART—an art company here in BC specializing in murals. The mural is located in front of Seven Oaks mall on South Fraser Way.

For more of my love of murals, check my Instagram!
What are some of your favorite murals where you live? 

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