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 …
It’s been longer than I had intended since being here. I’ve thought about it a thousand times but March turned out to be a very busy and disruptive month. You see, our house sale fell through yet again! Second time! This time, the person who was buying our buyers house pulled out, as a result, …
I am sure that I do not need to state the obvious but I’m going to say it anyway…social media and our instant access to most things is killing the joy of living. If I just think back 10 years, I did more living than scrolling. Today we watch Instagram reels of an ‘idyllic life’ …
The shift between seasons never happens overnight. Even as winter clings on with its chilly grip and stark, bare branches, there are hints—small, quiet whispers—that change is on the way. Late winter is a time for pausing, for noticing, for embracing the subtle stirrings of the world around us as it gently leans towards spring. …
