Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time just kind of hanging out. It’s been incredibly cold here in the southeast. The gardens are long gone. The chickens spend most of their time huddling and lying down. Pan has a part-time job for a few weeks so we haven’t been cooking a lot of fun stuff. Baking has all but stopped post-holidays. I have no photo shoots coming up. Work has slowed down for the time being. So I have been occupying my time daydreaming, writing, reading, blogging, etc. So, here’s a quick glimpse into what it boils down to:

• I think and a whole lot of fun to any 3-season room or craft space
• I have been waiting for to air again since it left off last October or so
• I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and
• Looking at for inspiration for the Buggy Town 1980s prom
• This is probably I have met on Flickr in a long time
• Learning to love
• One day I will have in my hands
• I really want to adorn my walls with
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What about you? What are you filling your spare time with these days?

I thought it would be interesting to include my iPod playlist for walking the streets of Edinburgh. It is quite hard to describe but this city has a real vibe to it. At any minute the sun can escape into the clouds and give way to wicked rain. For that, the music needs to change. So, I constructed a playlist that has become a bit of a soundtrack to my time here.

Not since the great meatloaf of ’08 [Britt cooked me up an amazing meatloaf just before I left for Paris] have I eaten such a meal. Starting in late October my eating habits changed dramatically. My calorie intake shrunk to only 1500 a day and the majority of my food came from boxes. I rarely cooked and when I did it was really just putting something that was prepared and frozen into the oven, microwave or on the stove. That has all changed tonight. My cousin Audra came home from working all day and still had the energy to make some lovely baked chicken. It was quite tender as it lay resting in a peppery au jus. Beside it was a bit of mashed potatoes and some green beans. I ate two helpings even after I said I wasn’t that hungry. My friends, the drought is over. I have again eaten home cooked food. Now, if you will excuse me I am going to snack on some british chocolate or something.

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Life is not always what it seems. Many times the thing we rest so steadily on are shaken at the very foundation. Things we thought would last forever, sadly, end prematurely. But life is a journey. It is a road that we walk with God at our side. I am reminded of that poem “Footprints”. I actually despise that poem and almost anything like it that displays some corny message. But I guess tonight I realize that that poem holds so much truth. Those times when we look back at the sand and there is only one set of footprints it is not because God left us but because it was at that those times that He carried us. Those times are the hard ones. Those are the ones when promises are broken, hearts are left shattered and dreams are wrecked. But life is a journey. I am reflecting on all this because on February 26th at 7:25pm one of my friends’ journey ended.

Renee Dueck (seen at left in image) was born on March 18, 1984. She grew up in Canada and ultimately landed in the bought-used retirement bus that shuttled us around the United States in 2005 as a ragtag group of missionaries known as The Wave USA. In mid-2005 she was diagnosed with leukemia. She was a very special young woman and one that Brittany grew especially close too. She was interested in film and filmmaking and created some great clips along with Brittany for our Wave journeys. We last spoke with Renee in 2006. I have kept up with her blog though and newsletters and even exchanged emails with her on many occasions. She was a fighter, an optimist, and a helluva Canadian defending it against every crass remark I could come up with.

Tonight as I go to sleep in Scotland, thousands of miles away from Savannah and my former life, I pray to God that He was holding a special place for Renee. I also pray that right now as I look back and I swear I only see one set of prints it is because He carried me. There is a rainbow after the storm, emotional stitches to mend the broken heart and new promises to fulfill the loss of the old ones. I know there is much beach left to walk and I know that this life is, indeed, a journey worth taking.