There’s something deeply comforting about beginning again. I often think of how the seasons gently turn, always arriving in their own time, never rushed—never scolded for being late. And perhaps, our hearts are much the same. They, too, move in seasons. Some are fruitful and focused. Others—well, they drift a little. And that’s okay. I’ve …
As I purposfully seek to return to the gentle rhythms of home, I find myself drawn back to the age-old rituals that tether us quietly to place, season, and purpose. There’s a particular kind of peace in the doing—kneading dough, preserving fruit, watching something transform through the work of your hands. The Joy of Strawberry …
For the Christian woman who longs to return to a life of peace, purpose, and grace I walked past a quilt top that I first pieced together in 2017. It still is not finished! I have started hand quilting the top but the fact that it has taken me 8 years to get to this …
A Window into the Wild From the vantage point of my kitchen sink, I’ve been granted a quiet but intimate view into what I fondly call The Secret Garden — my modest back garden that comes alive with quiet magic. As I stand washing dishes in warm, sudsy water, my eyes drift beyond the glass …
I am an old soul and often feel like I have been planted in the wrong time in history. I would have been happy to not have the pressures of modern technology and all that they bring. To see mans lust for power, money and other things spewed out morning, noon, and night over the …
