Their little princess

Recently, my parents decided it was time to sell the bed and dresser that have been in my room for the last 20 or 25 years. I'm alright with the idea in my head, but a little sad in my heart. I'm much more okay now that it turns out I know and love the little girl that will get to use this furniture next. But it's got me reminiscing about how very excited I was to have that room all for myself.

Prior to being in that room, I had been sharing bunkbeds with one of my brothers (maybe each of them at different stages? It's early enough in my life that my memories are a bit foggy.) When it came time to get *my* room ready, my parents asked me what colour I wanted it to be. Purple was my favorite colour at the time, so clearly, the only logical response was PURPLE! My parents, in their wisdom, chose a cheery, lighter mauve colour, with accents of purple throughout the room.

They also did some pretty cool things with a *very* small space, including:
-a window seat/storage bench that was the envy of all my female friends and cousins
-a homework desk and shelves built into a tiny corner
-a closet that was built out over the stairs so as not to take up any more space IN the room for storage
-cork over the door to the crawlspace, so I had my own little bulletin board
-a dresser scarf, with tatted trim and embroidery,lovingly created by my mom
-a homemade bedspread to match the trim on the homemade curtains and the homemade curtains.
-re-used string art (from an old (4-H?) project of my mom's - we (my mom and I) recovered it with purple fabric, and used leftover yarn from the afghan my grandma made to match the room. That in itself was pretty cool - being invited to help create the space that was going to be mine.

In short, it was very "matchy-matchy!" :-) It was also a haven for me throughout my childhood and teenage years. It was rarely clean. In fact there was sometimes no floor space to walk on for all the clothes strewn about, and sometimes it was hard to tell what colour the walls were behind the posters (horses, Kirk Cameron, and the cast of 90210 come to mind ... LOL!) But it was all mine. And the thought and creativity that went in to making it "just for me" was just another example of how hard my parents worked to let me know that I was significant, that my opinions mattered, and that I deserved my own space.

Even now, after I've been living away from home for over 12 years, my mom checked with me to make sure I was okay with selling the furniture. It's clearly *their* house, but that will always be "Allison's room" ... and there's still a little ceramic nameplate on the door, with stickers all over it, to prove it. :-)

Thanks Mom and Dad, for the thought and hard work that went in to creating a space for your "little princess." I'm excited to see how M likes her new "big girl bed" and dresser! :-)

simplicity

Church yesterday was short and sweet, being during summer. There were about a dozen people there, and I was definitely the youngest! Admittedly, I would have probably skipped out if I hadn't had to play piano this week. But I'm glad I didn't.

There is something so refreshing about worshipping with such a small group of people. These are the ones who are truly dedicated - why else would they show up at all on a Sunday morning in July?

There were 4 hymns, a couple of prayers, and a sermon offered by a member of the congregation (not in that order, you understand). Very little of the usual rituals. Very informal. (The worship leader didn't even use a microphone even though the whole "crowd" was at the back of our little church!)

Normally I'm all for a little ritual - within reason. Candlelighting, sung responses, etc... It often helps us focus, get centred, be present in the moment. It also reminds us of where we've come from - the wider church - and the fact that we are a part of something bigger... But sometimes it also allows me to zone out - it becomes such a mindless thing, one of those things I've done so often I don't need to think about it. I often wonder how many people really *think* about The Lord's Prayer as they rattle it off in hushed tones, for example.

Don't get me wrong; I try to make sure my worship is meaningful and that I remember I'm there to connect with God. But often, as the person behind the piano, I get easily distracted with making sure I don't miss my cue and that I'm on the right page. Yesterday was a very nice change of pace. A chance to pay attention. To answer the question, "What *really* counts in worship?" I wouldn't want it like that *every* week (I'd miss the ritual!), but once every month or two might be nice. :-)

Last Lecture

Professor Randy Pausch knows exactly what he would say if he was giving his last lecture at the university where he teaches. Because it is his last lecture. His pancreatic cancer has spread. But fortunately, so has his message, and his perspective on life. So much so, that I have now encountered his videos in 3 separate places, on 3 separate occasions. Thanks to Adam for posting this on his blog a while back, and reminding me how very important this message is.

I have seen the long version of this lecture, and the short version, and both have taken my breath away, and left me dabbing tears from my eyes. Have your kleenex box handy, but be ready to laugh hard, too. (The Oprah one - bottom - is about 10 minutes, and the full-length version - top - is an hour and 16 minutes. Do yourself a favor and watch the long version if you have the time.)

Ordinary Miracle

So simple. Such a great way to see the world. Sarah McLachlin is one of those artists that couldn't help but become famous... (This song is from the Charlotte's Web soundtrack, apparently.)