I feel sick.
I am afraid.
I am checking my list.
I am humbly asking for help.
I am going out of my realm of comfort.
I am preparing to sell some Green Tea HAWAII at a Craft Fair on Friday. 
Yup, me!
Selling tea!
I am not a salesperson.
Nor driven by money.
But I do love this product.
I believe in its health benefits.
So I will stand and share.
I will invite anyone who asks to join my Green Tea HAWAII tea party!
A girl’s dream.
A giant tea party!
We went to visit Papa.
We saw one of these:
But it was green.
It was the exact green transport ambulance that brought my mom from the hospital to hospice house last Christmas.
And what did my three year old say as we drove by this green transport ambulance:
“Mom, look! An ambulance! We can tell it to go to heaven, get Nana and take her to Papa’s house!”
I wish son! I wish!
My three year old thinks an ambulance took Nana to heaven.
He now calls my parent’s house, Papa’s house.
He wants to bring Nana back to Papa too!
Me too, son! Me too!
In sadness.
With gratitude for these moments with my boys.
Goodnight!
I have been fortunate to play on many teams, work with many colleagues and be involved with many groups.
As my mom as my standard, I have met some exceptional women.
This morning’s working out with Krista K as our leader and five other women in minus seven degrees weather beside the still lake, was truly exceptional.
The quality of heart, friendliness and athletic determination of these women is always inspiring. 
All ages and stages of life are represented by these women, and no matter the weather or season of life they take time to take care of themselves.
Daily.
Intentionally.
With kindness.
Our leader and guide is what brings us together and the reason we choose to exercise in minus seven degree weather. I don’t think I have know a better trainer with an eye for how different bodies should move properly as well as knowing when I am trying to slack off. “Shoulders down Joanna. Squat down farther.”
Krista K, our detailed-oriented, friendly leader not only creates incredible workouts, but manages to jump in to help children that have been brought along.
Here is Krista rolling a soccer ball up a slide to my son.
And if anyone can tell me how it is possible that I haven’t done the same workout TWICE in the SEVEN months I have been going to Krista’s classes, I would like to know!
Here is my three year old OC and I working out together: I am doing triceps, he’s on the playground.
Extraordinary women.
Incredible morning.
Amazing Trainer.
There are no better adjectives to describe this morning of seven women working out in minus seven!
I came across a prayer.
For peace!
I can’t believe I had never heard about this prayer nor St. Francis.
Our family is going to learn this prayer as we enter into the Christmas season.
Here is the adult version: 
And the family friendly one: 
Praying for peace.
In my boys’ hearts.
In my home.
In my community.
As we live.
Vote.
Breathe.
Shop.
Enter into Christmas craziness.
Prayer for peace.
Thank you St. Francis of Assisi.
I am sure you have heard of a triathlon or a duathlon or perhaps even the heptathlon from Olympic events.
But have you heard of one of the greatest sporting events to hit 2014? 
Papathon!
A weekend of activity.
Celebrating Papa’s 69th birthday.
Lovingly planned over two weeks by myself, thoughtful Sexy Neck and my three insightful boys.
Papathon began with swimming, a backyard eight hole golf course with prizes, cake, dinner out with my dad, sleepover then skating and brunch before Papa headed home. 
We tried to plan a three event weekend, like a triathlon, but it ended up being so much more than what we did.
Laughter.
Joy.
Tears.
Grief.
Wrapping paper.
Gifts.
Necklace for Nana’s rings.
Lottery tickets.
Golf balls in a dump truck.
Steak dinner at our old favourite restaurant.
Swapping lies.
Creating memories.
Celebrating life!
Pouring out love.
For our dear Papa!
Happy birthday Dad!
Three years old.
Training wheels in the garage.
Pedal.
Pedal.
Pedal.
Flying on his bike.
Way to go OC!
Me.
Yes, me.
I encourage you to stop.
Pause.
Stand.
Take one moment.
To be.
Watch your breath.
Listen.
Really listen to the sounds around you.
Right now.
What do you hear?
What do you see?
Why are you choosing to do what you are doing on THIS day?
Death is forever.
Life is now.
I choose to stand in the light.
Imperfectly me.
Humbled.
Vulnerable.
In His light.
Just being.
Me.
I am not sure how I got this photo, but again it was through nothing that I did.
Just being.
In His light.
Wisdom.
Creating time.
Slowing the flow of input and regurgitation.
Change.
Create openness.
Slowly learning more than I thought I could.
Grief.
Creating space.
Slowly realizing I will live on earth forever without my mom.
Autumn.
Creator brings forth colour.
Slowly coming to peace.
Enfolded in His loving arms.
Surrounded by incredible beauty and colour.
Embracing this season.
With joy.
In tears.
Always with gratitude for life.
Be.
Just being Joanna.
I am enough. 
"Be" ENOUGH 