Reminder

I woke up "early" this morning to go for a run. Not until later did I realize it was the first day of the Winter season. It's felt like winter here for a while now- hard to believe its just begun. With many calories to burn from holiday cookies and fudge, I hit the road running with a friend in Forrest Hill. As we finished the run, I was reminded of the beauty on this earth that I often overlook. One fear in life I have is that I will not take enough time to take in my surroundings and truly holler at the moon. Here are some pictures of this morning's sunrise.

  Take a little time for sunshine, take a whole lotta time for love 
Take some time to praise and thank heaven up above
Take your life as it may come, 'cause boy, it'll be gone soon
Take a little time for howlin' at the moon.
Sam Bush

Inspiring

Jaqueline Novogratz, author of The Blue Sweater, talks on TED about her experiences with micro economics and helping those in African reach beyond poverty. An inspiring talk:

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Refreshed

Monday night, Peyton and I had some folks over for a holiday party. Good times were had for sure. Plenty of awesome desserts and drinks were had as laughter and cheer filled the air. As the night wore on, some of us gathered in a pickin circle to strum and pick on banjos and guitars. Joe even dropped a beat on the bongos which added a unique twist to the folk music. Below is a picture of us pickin around.

As the evening came to a close there was talk about the approaching lunar ecclipse that would occur Tuesday morning between 1:50 and 3:30. Peyton and I decided to set our alarms for this rare viewing as it was occuring on the winter equinox, and even rarer site to see. Awaking at 2:30, we struggled to put some wool socks on and grab our jackets as set out to face the chill of a mid December night. We were not alone. After only minutes, we had ourselves another amateur ecclipse gazer. As we rendezvoused outside of our apartment, we gazed at the cloudy night sky. With a pair of binoculars and an eager heart, we waited until 3:00am and took in as much of the ecclipse as we could. Here is a weak attempt to capture the beauty of the night.If you look close you can see a sliver of the orange-ish ecclipse.

Took this picture of the sunset Tuesday afternoon when I got off work:

Last night was really special. My nephew, Micah, decided that for Christmas he wanted to buy two boys, DeShawn and Larry from Barton Heights, gifts. I met them through Marty, who goes to my church, and we had them over for a Thanksgiving at my parents house. We decided to pick up DeShawn and Larry after I got off work. We decided we would get dinner and go downtown to see the holiday lights. We had an awesome time hanging out at Pizza Hut and then going to the Jefferson Hotel and the James Center to see the lights. I was really cool to see the three guys laughing and having a great time together. Probably one of the best memories of this holiday season.

Back to routine

    Feels like it's been a while since I've had a routine. Well, only a few days, but the snow fall was a welcomed interruption to the day to day. Last Friday brought a day off of work which offered me some time to spend catching up with my mom. In the morning I put together a bean stew in the crock pot and let its smell permeate the apartment until my mom came by around noon. We chatted by the fireplace and enjoyed a warm bowl of stew as we chatted about the upcoming holidays. We then took a walk over to Black Swan book store where we escaped the cold and enjoyed shelf after shelf of historic books written authors from all over.
 Friday afternoon I hit the woods once again with Peter and Dawson where we saw a turkey and four deer, all out of range of a shot, but certainly within range to admire their beauty.
The rest of the weekend was spent with friends and family as Lily and Cassidy's wedding brought great fun on Saturday night. Below is a short video of a group of us playing "Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.

Here is a picture of Peyton and I at Lily and Cassidy's wedding:

Sunday, we went to St. Mary's church on River Road where we heard Christmas carols sung by an impressive choir, of which Peyton's dad is a part of. Sunday afternoon we spent in Colonial Williamsburg with my family seeing the historic homes and buildings decorated for the holidays. We hit Cracker Barrell for dinner on the way home which is always a treat.
A peaceful ending of the day was brought by some flute playing, along with a lovin spoonful by the fire while I read a book on the epic failed attempt by the Union forces to take over Richmond during the Civil War.

Pattern

I'm really starting to enjoy this pattern as of late. Last night, my good friend Amy came over to make some holiday soap with me. Soap making has been an adventure for me. I have been making soap on and off now for about two years. I hear that it takes most soap makers about ten years to really get it down. I'm about a fifth of the way there, and following the same pattern closely. This go around, I spent time contemplating the many factors involved in soap making and trying to remember the times it worked, and times it didn't and what I did or didn't do each time. So, for last night's batch, I decided we would wait it out. Ah, patience. It truly is a virtue. We would wait to mix the oils with the lye solution until it reached between 95 and 105 degrees. Not only would we wait to mix, but we would also mix thoroughly, to include an automatic beater. Only time will tell, but I think we may just have us a fine holiday soap that will hopefully make many people happy and clean!
So this is what we did- It was a night filled with stories, Christmas tunes, polish walnut bread, a warm fireplace, and as always, a lovin spoonful. And not just any spoonful, but tonight's spoonful brought a special cheer with a drop of Bailey's.
As the soap waits like a baby chick under it's mom's warm belly- no really, the soap is incubating under a pile of about 5 blankets- we will wait and pray that this is the batch! Time shall tell...

Cold Wind, Warm Fire

As The Cold Wind Blows- Troy Nichols 

As the cold wind blows

I smile and laugh

As the cold wind blows

Im warm and safe

As the cold wind blows

The fire inside is hot

As the cold wind blows

My love is not for naught

As the cold wind blows

My love keeps me warm

As the cold wind blows

I feel only this love

Warming me making me

The man I am today

As the cold wind blows

I know soon this cold wind will blow away. 

 I decided it was a good night to stay inside, as I sat by the fire listening to the howling wind. My warm soup offered some comfort and security from the elements making their presence known just feet away. Too often, I take this option for granted. I realize that this option is rare for most, but something I find myself considering less than often. It seemed like a good night to get some Christmas gifts made. As I put on a pot of coffee, Christmas tunes, and my tie dye apron, I got to work. On the list of things to make were tea, candles, a wine stopper, herbal bath salts, and some tie dyed dish towels. Below are some pictures of the finished products. As the elf role wore off, I realized that we were out of milk. One of the joys of living in the fan district of Richmond is that there are a handful of markets within walking distance. Grabbing a down jacket from the closet and lacing up my boots, I prepared for the short but cold trek to the nearby Strawberry Street market.

As the walk progressed, I got a glimpse of how blistery the conditions would be for the morning hunt Dawson and I would be going on just hours away. Hope you enjoy the pictures from an evening of craft making on a cozy evening. 

Tears for Kientepoos

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Snow Day

Woke up this morning to the patter of snow on my window. Well, I didn't really hear anything, but I sure did see the beauty spread across the trees and shrubs as I peaked out my window. As I sat down beside the fireplace with a spoonful of lovin I decided that I would take advantage of this pre-Christmas snow by walking to work. Below are some pictures I took on the way to work.

Stickin around

Tonight, I stuck around the ole homestead. A good friend of ours is organizing a Holiday party at the Mattaponi Indian Reservation, located about 45 minutes east of town. We decided tonight was a good night to do some baking. Of the many cookie options out there, I decided to stick with a classic: oatmeal raisen. I really think they are on the downward trend as far as cookie popularity goes. I'm seeing what I can do to bring them back- we'll see if it works. I also got into some tea making tonight- made a big batch of Orange spice tea which we'll be giving out as holiday gifts to our friends. If you're reading this and you don't get a holiday tea- shame on me.
Can't complain after a successful night of baking with Peyton, backed by Christmas music and of course, a lovin spoonful. It's off to bed as I'm looking forward to an early morning hunt at Tuckahoe. So long my friends..

Green River Play

Green River Play from Leland Davis on Vimeo.

Be the change

Shane Claiborne- One of my favorite authors, speaks in the video linked below about being the change we wish to see in the world and the church

River's Risin!

Woke up this morning and checked the gauges to find that over the last 24 hours, parts of western Virginia have received upwards of 2 inches of rain and it is still raining in many areas. The Maury was running at about 5,000cfs, as well as many of the Nelson County creeks were at moderate to high levels. Should only be a day before this water reaches us in Richmond and the mighty James will rage again.
Looking forward to a weekend of paddling with friends, along with a local kayaking video night at the Camel on Saturday.

Satisfied

Ever had that feeling that the day ended just as you wanted it to? Personally, I like to end each day with a cup of tea or coffee and a good book. Sometimes I will light a candle, or maybe some incense and reflect on the day as it comes to a close. Last night was just that. Around 10:30, I threw a spoonful of lovin on and sat back in my rocker as I turned on the fire place. Sounds amusing, I "turned on" the fire place, but it actually has been a more than sufficient replacement for the real thing. As I sat back in the rocker and listened to the classical on NPR in the background, I relaxed and took it all in. The smell of coffee, the sounds of century old music, and the flickering shadows of fire on my book were more than enough to satisfy.