It’s only the 7 of November but it feels like we’re in the middle of winter here in Goose Bay. We’ve had a crazy amount of snow (and still falling as I type). The Internet has been touch and go, and sometimes the lights flicker. It’s kind of funny considering a book I read recently by Waubgeshig Rice deals with just that.. what would happen in a small town in the middle of winter if it were to lose power and Internet; connections with the outside world. It was a really great read and I suggest checking it out. There’s a picture of the book below in my photos.
Recently Goose Bay held it’s annual Christmas Traditions Craft Fair which I always attend, and was not disappointed. Year after year many from around the area gather to share their talents with others. There were some superb crafts for sale this year, including sealskin Christmas trees made with natural or dyed seal skin. Very intricate and thoughtful work. I also stocked up, as I do every few months, on Spruced Up goodies.. it’s the only soap I have been using for the past 2+ years because it is SO GOOD for your skin.
I hope everyone is doing well! I am in the middle of a cold virus + uvulitis which is making my throat super uncomfortable, but I’m enjoying every cup of tea I can get my hands on!
I woke up at 4am the other night with that line in my head for some reason. Very bizarre. But it was important enough to me that I wrote it down. A couple of hours later when I got out of bed to start the day I had this crazy urge to create.. so I plugged in my Wacom tablet and picked up the pen and started some digital art. That was so weird. That practically never happens.
That is a big problem for me, or, a big obstacle at least. I am struggling so much with my creativity lately.. finding it very hard to write anything besides my daily gripes/cheers into my journal. I am continuing to do that however, and read a little bit daily. I’m trying not to pressure myself, but I really wish I could write like I used to. Oddly enough, I think I can only write when I’m sad or angry about something and I haven’t been lately. I should be thankful for that I suppose, but I definitely need to find a way to disconnect those two things. My writing should not be connected to only bad feelings, but also good ones.
I’ve started writing lists. I picked up this book called 52 Lists for Happiness by Moorea Seal and I’m about to write in my third list. I don’t know how I’ll feel about this at the end of the year, but I am definitely going to make a point to do this once a week. I’m willing to bet I’ll be happy that I did this project when I’m ringing in 2019.
Happiness is a concept I’ve been reading a lot about lately, having just finished the Little Book of Lykke by Meik Wiking. I’m about to start Lagom by Niki Brantmark. To me, Scandinavia is so fascinating. The culture, the design, the landscapes… everything. I’ve started following different tourism and local blogger accounts out of Norway as a kind of digital dream board for my future travel goals. I know I’m a long way from visiting Oslo or Bergen, but I figure if I always have these beautiful images in my daily view that it’ll keep me dreaming enough that it might happen.
I’ll leave you with some images from this month, a mixed bag of moments.
Don’t be shaky, be sure.
New winter Tsumoru boots from The North Face. So warm and comfy.
This is the first time I’ve owned a skidoo in 14 years and it is…. just like riding a bike. You never forget.
The quilt that covers my bed back home in St. Lewis. My room has a beach theme and it’s very comforting.
Transmitter road, mexican hat, and now I affectionately call this the merry go round.
Took this the night that I turned 32 (it was January 12).. this was just before going out for nachos with my best friend.
I just finished reading a book called The Little Book of Hygge: The Danish Way to Live Well by Meik Wiking. It became very clear to me that Hygge is something that many families I know practice without even knowing it to be a ‘thing.’
Hygge is, in short, the art of cosiness. It is about surrounding yourself with intimately chosen objects and practicing activities that make you feel safe and at home (even when you’re not at home!) I compiled a list of practices and objects I consider my self-Hygge.
I should note that I journalled about this by hand first, in my room by light of a warm glowing lamp! I have to admit I’m a wannabe Dane.
Can you think of any ways you already incorporate Hygge in your life?
Libraries are worlds where ideas are born. Today the Newfoundland Labrador government, in an attempt to save money, announced the upcoming closure of over HALF of this provinces libraries. Fifty-four (54!) libraries will close.
The library is one of the very few FREE educational options left for parents who want to get their kids involved in reading, crafts and social events. Hell, even movies can be signed out of libraries and the internet there is free too! The price you pay? Signing your name on a sheet to show that you attended. To show the powers that be that, yeah, we’re using this place.
Library cards? Free. Even if you are late returning a book, your late fees are so minimal it would take months before you accumulated enough fees that you’d miss one good cup of coffee for it.
Along with the 15% tax on books, our libraries closing, some schools closing, MUN losing millions from its budget and god knows what will happen with CNA.. What kind of an outlook are we creating for children? The young families that want to come here?
This is not an atmosphere for learning. For growth.
Could we not have charged monthly/yearly fees for library cards? Asked a minimal fee for internet usage? Increased the late fee charges? Changed the hours of operation?
I stand by my library and the librarians that work there and are every bit as courteous and loved as our next door neighbours. But I keep forgetting that some of us are so self-involved we don’t try to get to know our neighbours.
Libraries matter. Learning, matters. NO to budget 2016.
Sometimes a book can tell you how to live
How to paint your house
And wear your hair
How to keep a man and bed him best
And provoke a religion inside
Your watery edges
A book can be a powerful thing
A bomb of phrases and slithery truths
A saviour with silky pages
The closest you’ll ever get to Athens
The farthest you’ll go from home
Sometimes a book can tell you how to live
or just tell you that you