The Severe Gift
I accidentally killed a duck the other day. In this cold weather they love to congregate under our cars, despite having nearby shelter. They’ve done it for years now, and we’ve always talked about being a little nervous that we might run over one by mistake. We are...
On Grace
I’ve grown weary of recounting the harms of my past. I’m starting to feel they aren’t any of my business. Where’s the utility? A...
Let the world be fed
This morning we were hosting my mother-in-law and her wife. We call them Grandma Jean and Aunt Jean, aka our “favorite pair of Jeans”. They are really just the best- we love to see them, and Aunt Jean has been in the kids’ lives forever, since Asa’s infancy. Asa...
The Encounter
“Any vision of utopia is an illusion because the Earth is the testing ground for the human spirit. So what would that mean? What would it mean if...
On Practice
Writing more is feeling really good and nourishing, although a few days in I did find I wasn’t up for actually blogging every day. Even so, I’m happy to have it show up and do the work of rewiring and revisiting it as a *practice*, whether it shows up...
Seeds that grow
My writing didn’t land here yesterday, but rather in the notes app on my phone. Still putting words down every day so far! I can already feel how generative the practice is- writing, for me, really works like a muscle.
Herby, the free-range bun
We haven’t had a ton of visitors to the farm lately, but when we have they often get alarmed to see a domestic rabbit hopping around the area. “Oh, that’s just Herby” we’ll say.
One and done
Day 3! I’m so pleased to actually find myself here, writing. I actually felt a bit convicted earlier today when I heard some very sound advice from a fellow homemaker who I follow online. She said she has a dreamy nature, and so she’s had to integrate some ideas...
Writing for Lent
40 days of writing and sharing. Can I commit to it? I happened to get a post in yesterday, so I’m off to a good start! I have actually always loved the idea of Lent, even though I don’t do any kind of distinct religious observation of it. In...
On the art of being a “place maker” and the un-compensatable work of love.
Recently one of my son’s friends came over for the afternoon. She’s 12, I’ve known her since she was born and always felt an easy...