Finally I am getting the library part
of our bedroom
in order.
So good to see more of my icons again...
Some of my special Ortho-books
and beautiful box for candles,
a thoughtful wedding gift from
one of my cousins.
St. Irene of Chrysovalantou
my chrismation patron Saint
(though not my name's Saint)...
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This icon is from my church
and is very special to me...
Icon of Christ from Romania
Pochav Icon of the Mother of God
from an Ottawa icongrapher.
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It is good to see my familiar icons;
I still have many to put up in my icon corner...
Apples...
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I have really been missing Ottawa today;
it is so strange to not be going back soon and seeing my
church family and friends.
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I am very happy to be married;
weeks ago I woke from a brief nap
and did not know where I was
but I felt deeply at home
here in my new home
with my husband.
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I love my new home and
my old apartment and it's dinginess,
smallness and rat-like maze and stress
is not missed;
but I miss walking to my church
seeing my friends
having tea and visiting my
sister-friend and my godson and his brothers.
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I am thankful for a wonderful place to live
and that I am slowly making it a
cozy home where
peace and love can be
and prayer can be slowly uttered
even when prayer is a struggle.
Where icons can be lit, shining out hope
for us
who may feel lost at sea.
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For this I am deeply thankful.
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I have really been missing Ottawa today;
it is so strange to not be going back soon and seeing my
church family and friends.
*
I am very happy to be married;
weeks ago I woke from a brief nap
and did not know where I was
but I felt deeply at home
here in my new home
with my husband.
*
I love my new home and
my old apartment and it's dinginess,
smallness and rat-like maze and stress
is not missed;
but I miss walking to my church
seeing my friends
having tea and visiting my
sister-friend and my godson and his brothers.
*
I am thankful for a wonderful place to live
and that I am slowly making it a
cozy home where
peace and love can be
and prayer can be slowly uttered
even when prayer is a struggle.
Where icons can be lit, shining out hope
for us
who may feel lost at sea.
*
For this I am deeply thankful.
I ♥ reading all these recent posts, as you settle into your new home and make meals with your husband. I remember doing the same thing! It brings back many memories for me. In that first picture you shared, looks like you have a beeswax votive candle. Where did you get it? You have SO many wonderful books!!!
ReplyDeleteHi Martha ~ thanks! The candle is from the Greek monastery via a friend a few years ago; you can get them a few other places as well... if you want PM and I will send you the other places I know of... :)
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