This morning in the garden,I am thinking about how weharbour shame in our bodieshow we then come to coat ourselves with this shameas amour,how we righteously and continuously thrust it forthas shieldand wield it,fiercely and vigilantlyas swordand how in our…
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My week began with the all too familiar internal toil of pushing through clouds trying hard not to destroy myself with chatter willingly drawing in, in gentle intentioned loving kindness words and familiar phrases to ease myself through and repeating the same for you end of week, my inbox fills…
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We often have, my dear husband and I a difference of opinion in the garden and thank goodness really, as how boring would we be otherwise I have a great affection for the things that roam rather freely self-seed, grow up and through I happen to like things that…
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(*thinking as i was about two dear friends who seem to have got loving right, and my own heart as it pours…) Mostly, spend my days thinking of ways to tell you I love you finding inadequate terms for just how much wondering how…
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Simple comforts to be grateful for, sunshine to begin… most especially after a bit of blustered in snow books to read, books to finish books to open for the very first time so much to learn, so much to value and appreciate good writers, good humour, good graces good,…
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Today my ode to the late bloomers of life to the bringers of light to those who believe in goodness and kindness above all the noise to the fact finders and myth busters and people who care about souls who…
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“Honor yourself with the humanity you ask everyone else to recognize.” ~ Dr. Yaba Blay What if today we agreed, to temporarily suspend all sweetness and light to instead spend the day in quiet contemplation of failing to save the…
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Think I’ve found my calling, time to get the business cards printed this morning I read these words, What small piece of sadness can I hold for you today? this is it, it hit me like the first signs of…
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I kept myself half-awakemost of the nightwords running through my headof something I wanted to writeof course I think what you’re supposed to dowhen this happens, is get upand write it down, which I didn’t doinstead I just kept repeating…
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I wonder how he knowswhen I have a had a bad dayand I think to text him to say, ‘when I come in,don’t ask about my day’ with an angry face emojithen change it to what I think looks like…
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