Even a wounded world is still feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair....

“The older I get, the less I know” is that old folk wisdom that can creep up on a person. The waiting, seems to be the meat on the bone...

Dried lavender, calendula from the garden, and shea butter. The beginning of a recipe to soothe cracked cold winter skin. Like gentle...

Soften, surrender and let go. It's ok to rest.

I imagine humans are like floating helium balloons, and rituals the gravity pulling the strings back to earth. A sequence of activities,...

I just finished reading Little Women aloud to the girls and fell in love all over again with the relationship between the sisters, their...

I put on a podcast, pop the can of my favorite sparkling cranberry, tuck each ingredient into the pot to simmer, and take a deep breath....

I've read Anne of Green Gables to each of my girls when they've turned ten. I always need the reminder that "Tomorrow is always fresh,...

in the bleak midwinter, here is your reminder that the harvest is near. Hold on.

After laying and waiting on bedrest for what seemed the longest summer I've ever known, on a cool September evening my eldest daughter...