Thoughts while Traveling

Call for snow flurries tonight- 10 minutes from the beach. I thought this was something only Canadians dealt with.
Well, it has been awhile since either of us have posted- and since Anna is understandably positively knackered (as the limeys say) I will blog a little blog so that no one thinks us dead. We simply haven't had the time. It's been a whirlwind week-and-a-half. Through the performance of Much Ado about Nothing, Anna climbed the ranks from peon "costume girl" to accepted member of the middle class. Bravo, honey. We braved two back-to-back weekends of auditions for three different shows... incidentally Anna and I will both be performing in the upcoming Regent production of Guys and Dolls. (Is there no way escape that blasted Salvation Army uniform?!? The irony is quite disgusting.) For this we are excited.
Without getting too personal or telling tales out of school, let me just say that we definitely got to see why couples in the same field have such a difficult time. Both of us preparing monologues, songs, and even dance audition combos made for a very volatile environment. God Himself, and Him alone saw us through it, and we definitely learned a lot about the challenges specific to our calling. All in all, I feel it really solidified us in both our relationship and our passions in ways we have just begun to see.
Burt and Loni, if I ever judged you, I'm sorry.
Tonight was the third and final Wednesday I spent with some of the local Lutherans in their advent service. Let me just say that I will forever be a supporter of multi-denominational gatherings. We have so much to learn from each other. Especially given our tendency to become complacent with that which is familiar. I've really enjoyed celebrating advent this year. At first it made me miss Christmastime in the town where I grew up- but tonight I realized that from here on out, home is where I am. I felt so much a part of something these last few weeks, and it really helped me to prepare for my all-time favourite most beautiful joyous time of the year. Tomorrow, I will start a heavy rotation of Christmas music- starting with John Denver and The Muppets. I would like to work the Nutcracker Suite in there, but when you marry someone who used to room with two ballet dancers, you have to do so sparingly and possibly by yourself as not to induce vomiting.
And so, life is not merely moving, but it is doing so in a direction and it feels great. Scary, as neither of us feels that we're steering- but that is as it should be. I think we're just supposed to be learning how to row and row well.
I can hear the wind blowing.
I can see Christmas lights all down our block from our window.
I can feel the heat from the radiator.
I can bet that I will need to gently move Anna's leg over off of my side of the bed.
I can expect to get lost in sleep under the covers.
I can say with certainty that God is good.
Serenity of this kind is unfathomable and outlawed by cynics- I'm glad I don't live there anymore.