Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

A Cranberries Kind of Day

Like most children of the 80s, I had a love affair with The Cranberries. The latest news of their lead singer's passing is heartbreaking. The nostalgia cuts me deep!

Today's soundtrack has been exclusively from the No Need to Argue album.



Sunday, January 7, 2018

2018


Popping in for a quick hello. We kicked off 2018 with fevers, coughs, and cold temps, but we're surviving!

As always, I'm eager for the fresh, clean slate that comes along with a new year. I couldn't decide on a word or theme this time, so I'll stick with some good old fashioned resolutions:

+ Better phone/technology habits (started using this app, Moment, which has been tremendously helpful)

+ Be kinder to those close to me (here's looking at you, husband)

+  Continue on the slow living path – less plans, more freedom in the day to day, establishing rhythms, etc.

How about you? Care to share? Wishing you all the best in this new year!

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

How to Make (and Keep) a New Year's Resolution


Nothing excites me more than a new year. The idea of starting over or anew is rich with possibility. I'm still stewing over some resolutions (and that word for 2018), but here are some good tips on how to keep that New Year's resolution. 

Friday, December 8, 2017

Candle Song



We've been enjoying this indie Christmas playlist. I especially loved this pretty tune!

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

I Go Among Trees



I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.
-Wendell Berry