sea to san; san to sea

pine needles and angels

I came home from a san diego trip yesterday only to find this:

in my house. amazing! 








This is what a tree looks like after 30 years worth of angel ornaments. 

no spirit

so i get that we are in a recession. people are losing their jobs. buckling down. saving money. but why does that mean that everyone has to be so bah humbug about the holidays this year? I was driving around the suburbs (!) yesterday evening and only saw 2 houses with christmas lights up. The suburbs! C'mon people! It all feels like some sad holiday movie where a bad man stole christmas, but not in a quirky way like the nightmare before christmas, but in a sad way where we all just sit around and feel sorry for ourselves. We need to ring a bell to give an angel his wings, sing carols at the top of our lungs to convince santa we DO believe and we need little Susie to give the grinch a heart! Okay maybe that's dramatic. But I wish there were more positive news in America to give us all inspiration. Dear America, Stop firing people in December! 

As for me, I will be putting up a tree this weekend. and wrapping presents! and eating popcorn and drinking hot cocoa! and baking christmas cookies! join me if you can!!! 

PS thank you dear job of mine for my lovely bonus today! (explanation for heightened cheer level)

wow.

http://www.dayswithmyfather.com

Baby Crouch has a name!!!

Baby Crouch is now Ohlson Harvest Leonardo Crouch. Ohlie!!! which makes me think of Oblio from The Point! Love it!

cascade

just a reminder

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.