Monday, January 4, 2021


  Hello to everyone. I wrote this post up on Facebook this morning, so I wanted to share it here as well.
I learned about trust today, while I had a much needed Bible study and time with YAH
I had a major anxiety attack last night, and into this morning. I knew that the devil was attacking me.
I thought that my happy life was going to change forever, and an anxiety attack washed over me, It clouded my actual knowledge of what YAH had blessed and told me. This Bible verse (photo above) as been my life verse, ever since I was 15 years old. It's always come up, whether in an unexpected way or YAH has put it on my heart.
I am a person who is afraid of change and then will panic about it. I have been disappointed and hurt badly, in the past. I've put up walls and set guards on my heart and mind, ad it sadly took away my trust in Yeshua. I have never fully trusted Him, in these past few years. And it's because I put my trust in people who sadly didn't live up to their words. I have put my trust into what people told me that I should do. I had people make decisions for me, based on what THEY wanted me to do, not what I wanted to do. And it finally built up so many walls and guards...that I now have already suffered from two anxiety attacks.
But, this morning, I started to read my Bible and read some devotionals. And one talked about trust.
It said to start a daily habit of saying "I trust you, Yeshua', in my daily prayers and thought. That never had occurred to me. Trust. True trust.
The kind of trust that will never let you down. The kind of trust that, even in your most darkest and most feared moments, you can trust in Yeshua. I said that, in my heart this morning. That I will trust Yeshua no matter what. No matter how much things may hurt, I HAVE to trust Yeshua. Because no one else, and nothing else, can ever give you shalom (Hebrew word for 'peace') and grace, love and mercy, as much as Yeshua.
My life is changing very quickly. I am in a beautiful relationship with a man that I hope to one day live with forever. I am in a new season of my own personal growth, as I work on my weight loss and learn to let go of my anxiety. And, like I said at the beginning, I am a person who is very afraid. I am afraid to lose all of these beautiful blessings that YAH has given me these past few months.
2020 was very rough for me, personally. And it had nothing to do with COVID. It was just spiritually and mentally hard. But, the last 4 months of 2020 were different.
I celebrated Sukkot for the first time; The Feast of Tabernacles. And you know what...I wish that every day was Sukkot. I was away from all the noise of the world. I was away from social media. I was away from all the people who had hurt me. I was in a simple, beautiful meadow, dancing and singing for YAH. I danced every night. I cried, with joy, every day. I had never felt that way before in my worship. Then came Thanksgiving.
The day that the whole nation, unknowingly to some, thank YAH for all His blessings. I was so happy that day. I have never been that thankful in my life. Then, came an even bigger very first relationship.
My boyfriend has made me so very happy. I have never felt this happy, with a young man, in my life. he loves me, he takes care of me, he listens to me and he protects me.
And all of this didn't happen by chance. It happened because I slowly submitted my own fears to YAH. And I have been blessed with beautiful mercies. And now, I am learning to submit something new. Trust.
And this is what I want to say to you all. Trust in YAHWEH, for He will always be with you, no matter how dark and restless this life is. He never fails you. He never confuses you. He will never leave you.
  Trust in Him and in Him alone
Shalom and blessings, my friends.

Thursday, December 31, 2020

2021 Reading List


  • Wuthering Heights
  • Pride and Prejudice
  • Jane Eyre
  • Persuasion
  • Moby-Dick
  • Frankenstein
  • The Grapes of Wraith
  • The Code of the Woosters
  • The Fellowship of the Ring
  • The Two Towers
  • The Return of the King
  • Great Expectations
  • The Iliad
  • Mysteries of Udolpho
  • Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
  • Through the Looking Glass
  • Little Women
  • Barchester Towers
  • Les Miserables
  • The Secret Garden
  • A Tale of Two Towers
  • Gulliver's Travels
  • The Betrothed 
  • The Time Machine
  • The Wind in the Willows
  • Northanger Abbey
  • Emma
  • Sense and Sensibility
  • Mansfield Park
  • Peter Pan
  • North and South
  • White Nights
  • Pilgrim's Progress 
  • Nightmare Abbey
  • David Copperfield
  • The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
  • Mary Poppins
  • The Scarlet Pimpernel
  • Journey to the Centre of the Earth
  • 20,00 Leagues Under the Sea
  • To Kill a Mockingbird 
  • Uncle Tom's Cabin
  • The Odyssey
  • Kidnapped
  • Treasure island
  • Anne of Green Gables
  • The Little White Horse 
  • The Aeneid 
  • The Scarlet Letter
  • The Three Musketeers

New Year's Eve Thoughts and 2021 Goals


   Hello to everybody! 
   The day is here; December 31st, 2020. I had never expected 2020 to go by so fast. I had so many goals and plans for this year. I was going to visit England again, after going for the first time, back in 2015. I was also planning to see George Washington's plantation, Mount Vernon (a 12 year old me's biggest dream). I had started friendships with people that I had thought would last a long time. 
   But, as with everyone else, those sudden plans came crashing to the ground. Borders closed, masks were worn, and a giant panic attacked the globe. My travel plans came to a sudden stop, and those friendships quickly fell away. 
   I ended up at home, trying to find things to do, to pass the slow moving time. 
   Yet, slowly, the last 3-4 months have been the best of 2020. Starting in September, we began to celebrate the Biblical feasts. Each one blessed my aching soul, and left me with peace (Yom Kippur ('Day of Atonement') and Sukkot ('Feast of Tabernacles') being two of them). Leading into November, I started dating the sweetest man ever. He has made me the luckiest woman in the world. 3 months-ago me would NEVER have imagined that I would be dating in December. But, I am so happy to be dating my dear Sunshine. 
   Now, sitting here at the kitchen table, writing this post, I am 101% looking forward to what 2021 is going to bring. I'm not going to look at it as another year of virus dread and irritation. I want to look at it as a peaceful year of learning new things, hitting brand new goals, and growing strong relationships. 
   Speaking of goals, I already have a fun list of this that I want to accomplish this year:

  • Read 50 classic novels
  • Work on my weight loss
  • Grow my relationships with Yeshua and my boyfriend
  • Launch my Etsy shoppe
  • Grow my blog
  • Journal
  • Sew more dresses/skirts (It's a skill that I am wanting to master
  • Handmake more things than buying them
   I hope that you all have been able to find peace and joy in 2020, even if it may have started to look like the end of the world. If you truly try your very best to look at life with a smile, I promise you, it will turn out better in the end. 
   Here's to a brand new year of peace and joy!
   Happy New Year everyone! 

Friday, August 7, 2020

A Mori Themed Tea: 2020 Themed Tea Party Blog Hop

   Hello everyone! I am joining in Classical Homemaking's 2020 Themed Tea Party Blog Hop. 

   My theme is a Mori Kei Tea. 

   Starting off is this overview of the little set up I did. 

   The first little treat I prepared, are this yummy oatmeal raisin cookies. The recipe is by Classical Homemaking. (Recipe linked here: Oatmeal Raisin Cookie

   Next are these yummy, Weight Watchers muffins I made. (Recipe link here: Banana Chocolate Muffins

   Freshly bought strawberries, to add a pop of colour

   I decided to add a few extra, Mori girl inspired decor. Here is my little hedgehog, Melody Porkitine.

   This is a little felt mushroom pin that I made, as a test for my Etsy shoppe. (More about that soon.)

   I also made a Totoro pin, which will also be added to my Etsy shoppe. 

   I truly enjoyed preparing this little tea setup. It gave me such a peaceful moment. Indulging in the art of tea has always made me feel relaxed and refreshed. 

  I hope that you enjoyed my little presentation. Please be sure to check out all the other lovely bloggers' tea posts, and give them much love. 

  Link to posts:

Monday, August 3, 2020

Banana Chocolate Muffins

 Hello to everyone! As these pandemic times are lasting much longer than we have wanted, I am going to try tho start posting more recipes (and other things).
  This recipe has been a favourite of mine lately. It's healthy, yummy and filling.


  • 2/3 c. of yogurt (I have also used both mayonaise and sour cream)
  • 1/3 c, milk
  • 1/3 c. wheat flour
  • 1/3 c. brown sugar, packed
  • 1/2 c. oats
  • 1 1/2 tsp. vanilla
  • 1 large, beaten egg
  • 1 large, mashed banana
  • 1/2 c. all-purpose flour
  • 1 1/4 tsp. baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 1/4 c. cocoa powder

1. Preheat the oven to 375. Spray, or place muffin cups, in your preferred muffin tin. I have found that this makes about 12 muffins, if you do not double the recipe.

2. In a large mixing bowl, add in all your wet ingredients. Make sure that the banana is well blended, if you don't want banana chunks in your muffins. I would recommend mashing the banana before hand, in a sepereate bowl, rather than in the mixing bowl.

3. Once well blended, add in your dry ingredients. Mix well.

4. Once mixed, add by spoonfuls into your muffin tin. Bake for 15-17, or until a toothpick is inserted and comes out clean.

  I hope that you all enjoy this lovely, muffin recipe. I LOVE these muffins, and make them quite often. They are good cold, or warm. I highly recommend storing these in a fridge. They last much longer.

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Cranberry Orange Muffin Recipe

  Hello all of my lovely people! I have been so absent, and I deeply apologize for that. I have sadly been out of the habit of posting lately, and have finally convinced myself to start up again. It is already 2020, which is blowing my mind. This year, I hope to flourish in blogging and other writing.
  For today, I am posting a new recipe that I tried last week, and got many wonderful results from my family members.

Ingredients (for larger families, double this recipe.)

  • 1/2 butter (softened)
  • 1/2 granulated sugar
  • 1/4 cup of packed light or dark brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/2 cup yogurt
  • 2 tsp. pure vanilla extract
  • Zest of 2 oranges
  • 1 and 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 tsp. baking soda 
  • 1 tsp. baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 2 tbsp. orange juice
  • 2 tbsp. milk
  • 1 1/2 cups fresh or frozen cranberries

  1. Preheat oven to 425 F. Spray a 12-count muffin pan with a non stick spray, or you can use muffin cups as well. Set the pan aside.

  2. In a large mixing bowl, beat the butter until it is smooth. Add both sugars, and mix until the consistency is creamy. Add the eggs, yogurt and vanilla extract. Beat well, until the mixture is combined well. Once that is finished, add the orange zest.

  3. In a large bowl, mix together your dry ingredients. Add the wet mixture to the bowl, and mix with a whisk. Once everything is mixed well, add the milk and orange juice. Fold in the cranberries until well combined.

  4. Fill in the muffin cups with batter, up until the cup is full. Bake for 18-20 minutes, or until the muffins are well baked in the middle. I always like to stick a tooth pick in the centre. If the pick comes out clean, the muffins are done. Allow the muffins to cool on a cooling rack, before you store them.


Tuesday, October 9, 2018

"My Lady Caprice" By Jeffery Farnol 1912

The Sheriff of Nottingham
(Part 1 of the chapter)

 To sit beside a river on a golden afternoon listening to its whispered melody, while the air about one is fragrant with summer, and heavy with the drone of unseen wings!--What ordinary mortal could wish for more?
 And yet, though conscious of this fair world about me, I was still uncontent, for my world was incomplete--nay, lacked its most essential charm, and I sat with my ears on the stretch, waiting for Lisbeth's chance footstep on the path and the soft whisper of her skirts. 
 The French are indeed a great people, for among many other things they alone have caught that magic sound a women's garments make as she walks, and given it to the world in the one word "frou-frou."
O wondrous word! O word sublime! How full art thou of delicate suggestion! Truly, there can be no sweeter sound to ears masculine upon a golden summer afternoon--or any other time, for that matter--than the soft "frou-frou" that tells him She is coming. 
 At this point my thoughts were interrupted by something which hurtled through the air and splashed into the water at my feet. Glancing at this object, I recognised the loud-toned cricket cap affected by the Imp, and reaching for it, I fished it out on the end of my rod. It was a hideous thing of red, white, blue and green--a really horrible affair, and therefore much prized by its owner, as I knew. 
 Behind me the bank rose some four or five feet, crowned with willows and underbrush, from the other side of which there now came a prodigious rustling and panting. Rising to my feet, therefore, I parted the leaves with extreme care, and beheld the Imp himself. 
 He was armed to the teeth--that is to say, a wooden sword swung at his thigh, a tin bugle depended from his belt, and he carried a bow and arrow. Opposite him was another boy, particularly ragged at knee and elbow, who stood with hands thrust into his pockets and grinned. 
"Base caitiff, hold!" cried the Imp, fitting an arrow to the string; "stand an' deliver. Give me my cap, thou varlet, thou!" The boy's grin expanded. 
"Give me my cap, base slave, or I'll shoot you--by my troth!" As he spoke the Imp aimed his arrow, whereupon the boy ducked promptly. 
"I ain't got yer cap," he grinned from the shelter of his arm. "It's been an' gone an' throwed itself into the river." The Imp let fly his arrow, which was answered by a yell from the Base Varlet.
"Yah!" he cried derisively as the Imp drew his sword with a melodramatic flourish. "Yah! put down that stick an' I'll fight yer."
 The Imp indignantly repudiated his trusty weapon being called "a stick"--"an I don't think," he went on, "that Robin Hood ever fought without his sword. Let's see what the book says," and he drew a very
crumpled paper covered volume from his pocket, which he consulted with knitted brows, while the Base Varlet watched him, open-mouthed. 
"Oh, yes," nodded the Imp; "it's all right. Listen to this!" and he read as follows in a stern, deep voice:
"'Then Robin tossed aside his trusty blade, an' laying bare his knotted arm, approached the dastardly ruffian with many a merry quip and jest, prepared for the fierce death-grip.'"
 Hereupon the Imp laid aside his book and and weapons  and proceeded to roll up his sleeve, having done which to his satisfaction, he faced round upon the Base Varlet.
"Have at ye, dastardly ruffian!" he cried, and therewith ensued a battle, fierce and fell. 
 If his antagonist had it in height, the Imp made up for it in weight--he is a particularly solid Imp--and this the struggle lasted for some five minutes without any appreciable advantage to either, when, in eluding one the enemy's desperate rushes, the Imp stumbled, lost his balance, and next moment I had caught him in my arms. For a space "the enemy" remained panting on the bank above, and then with another yell turned and darted off among the bushes. 
"Hallo, Imp!" I said. 
"Hallo, Uncle Dick!" he returned. 
"Hurt?" I inquired. 
"Wounded a bit in the nose, you know," he answered, mopping that organ with his handkerchief; "but did you see me punch 'yon varlet' in the eye?"
"Did you Imp?"
"I think so, Uncle Dick; only I do wish I'd made him surrender. The book says that Robin Hood always made his enemies 'surrender an' beg their life on trembling knee!' Oh, it must be fine to see your enemies on their knee!"
"Especially if they tremble," I added. 
"Do you s'pose that boy--I mean 'yon base varlet' would have surrendered?"
"Not a doubt of it --if he hadn't happened to push you over the bank first."
"Oh!" murmured the Imp rather dubiously. 
"By the way," I said as I filled my pipe, "where is your Auntie Lisbeth?"
"Well, I chased her up the big apple-tree with my bow an' arrow."
"Of course," I nodded. "Very right and proper!"
"You see," he explained, "I wanted her to be a wild elephant an' she wouldn't."
"Extremely disobliging of her!"
"Yes, wasn't it? So when she was right up I took away the ladder an' hid it."
"Highly strategic, my Imp."
"So then I turned into Robin Hood. I hung my cap on a bush to shoot at, you know, an' 'the Base Varlet' came up an' ran off with it."
"And there it is," I said, pointing to where it lay. The Imp received it with profuse thanks, and having wrung out the water, clapped it upon his curls and sat down beside me. 
"I found another man who wants to be my uncle," he began. 
"Oh, indeed?"
"Yes; but I don't want any more, you know."
"Of course not. One like me suffices for your every-day needs--eh, my Imp?"
The Imp nodded. "It was yesterday," he continued. "He came to see Auntie Lisbeth, an' I found them in the summer-house in the orchard. An' I heard him say, 'Miss Elizabeth, you're prettier than ever!'"
"Did he though, confound him!"
"Yes, an' then Auntie Lisbeth looked silly, an' then he saw me behind a tree an' he looked silly, too. Then he said, 'Come here, little man!' An' I went, you know, though I do hate to be called 'little man.' Then he said he'd give me a shilling if I'd call him Uncle Frank."
"And what did you answer?"
"'Fraid I'm awfull' wicked," sighed the Imp, shaking his head, "'cause I told him a great big lie."
"Did you, Imp?"
"Yes. I said I didn't want his shilling, an' I do, you know, most awfully, to buy a spring pistol with."
"Oh, well, we'll see what can be done about the spring pistol," I answered. "And so you don't like him, eh?"
"Should think not," returned the Imp promptly. "He's always so--so awfull' clean, an' wears a little moustache with teeny sharp points on it."
"Any one who does that deserves all he gets," I said, shaking my head. "And what is his name?"
"The Honourable Frank Selwyn, an' he lives at Selwyn Park--the next house to ours."
"Oho!" I exclaimed, and whistled. 
"Uncle Dick" said the Imp, breaking in upon a somewhat unpleasant train of thought conjured up by this intelligence, "will you come an' be 'Little John under the merry greenwood tree'? Do."
"Why, what do you know about 'the merry greenwood, Imp?"
"Oh, lots!" he answered, hastily pulling out the tattered book. "This is all about Robin Hood an' Little- John. Ben, the gardener's boy, lent it to me. Robin Hood was a fine chap, an' so was Little-John, an' they used to set ambushes an' capture the Sheriff of Nottingham an' all sorts of caddish barons an' tie them to trees."
"My Imp," I said, shaking my head, "the times are sadly changed. One cannot tie barons--caddish or otherwise--to trees in these degenerate days."
"No, I s'pose not," sighed the Imp dolefully; "but I do wish you would be Little-John, Uncle Dick."
"Oh, certainly, Imp, if it will make you any happier; though of a truth, bold Robin," I continued after the manner of the story books, "Little-John hath a mind to bide awhile and commune with himself here; yet give but one blast upon thy bugle horn and thou shalt find my arm and quarterstaff ready and willing enough, I'll warrant you!"
"That sounds awfull' fine, Uncle Dick, only--you haven't got a quarter-staff, you know."
"Yea, 'tis here!" I answered, and detached the lower joint of my fishing rod. The Imp rose, and folding his arms, surveyed me as Robin Hood himself might have done--that is to say, with an 'eye of fire.'
"So be it, my faithful Little-John," qouth he; "meet me at the Blasted Oak at midnight. An' if I shout for help--I mean blow my bugle--you'll come an' rescue me, won't you, Uncle Dick?"


    Hello to everyone. I wrote this post up on Facebook this morning, so I wanted to share it here as well. I learned about trust today...