Our garden is breathing in the sunshine and swaying in the breeze and the coops are filled with the sweet chorus of chirping chicks. The flower gardens serve as an “all-you-can-eat” smorgasbord of sugary delicacies for buzzing bees, shimmering hummingbirds and fluttering butterflies throughout day. Dragonflies in every imaginable color and size curiously settle on … More Living in Abundance.
Time is a funny notion, a man-made constraint. It’s like an imaginary concept invented solely by humans in our quest to control basically everything. Honestly I don’t love it, because in my opinion, time is a liar. It was exactly three months and one week ago today that my Dad hit the high road, never … More Time is a Liar.
So, what makes any of us feel a desire to take bits and pieces of our day and offer it up to the world at large? Better yet, why didn’t I feel compelled to share a photo of our clogged toilet last week? Why don’t I pop into the girl’s bedrooms and snap a pic of the 10-mile-high mountain of dirty laundry in their closets? Why do I only tend to share the goodness, the pretty, the accomplishments? … More Me, My Ego & Social Media.
Whatever you need to do for yourself to sink deep, to reach into your core essence, establish it. Invest in it. Work for it. … More Sink into Yourself.
This morning I walked outside to see the sky and smell the sunshine. Between the bullfrogs belching in the pond, the peacock’s power ballads, my two Bantam roos crowing out their early bird song and a flock of geese barking their way across the sky, I couldn’t help but feel a little euphoric. … More Weed Paper! (Not that kind of weed)
“You’re lucky to be able to stay home with your kids. We could never afford that! We’ll both be working until the day we die and still not have our debt paid off,” she laughed. “Must be nice!” … More I Choose Home.
Yesterday we cleaned out and prepared the garden. It was a big job. We worked hard. The vegetable beds neglected, hidden beneath a blanket of pine straw, chickweed and deadnettle. As we tilled the soil, I was pleasantly surprised to lay eyes on such lush and loamy earth hidden beneath winter’s debris. We live on … More Soul-Work, Dirt-Work