I don’t feel the need to persuade anyone into believing in a higher power. That’s not my responsibility. Attempting to talk others into having faith beyond that which greets our naked eye each day here on earth is too heavy a weight for any human to bear. Many years ago, I discovered that an innate … More In that Space.
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
I ventured out to feed and water the flock early this morning, the sun rising up, pouring radiance from the heavens down onto the earth’s frosty floor. Another flurry of powdery white blew through our region again last night. Dumped just enough snow to blanket the world around us, keep the kids home from yet … More A Mixed Bag, Baby
I’m simmering homemade chicken soup on the stovetop. Okay, I should clarify. I’m not actually making chicken soup. I’m making soup for my chickens. There’s a difference. It’s brutally cold outside and although my feathered friends are nestled in a coop with cozy, fresh, dry straw and well protected from the elements, I still feel … More Not Worthy of Consumption
Today wasn’t a great day. It wasn’t the worst I’ve ever had. Not by a long shot. I’m low and droopy. But, I’m not drowning in depression or facing any life-altering revelations. Things are just off. It’s fine. It happens. I’ve toted this icky feeling around with me all day long. Now, I’ve tucked this … More Built to Last.
I woke up early and went about my morning routine. Brought the kettle to a whistle and poured the piping hot water over my coffee grounds. Headed out to the coops and unleashed the feathered friends for a day of free range bliss among the fall foliage, sunrise peeking through the trees, dappled light glistens … More We Need a Revolution.