All Paths Lead Back to Home

Snow collects in icy corners round the edges of the window panes on these blessed old windows. The cold radiates off glass penetrating the contrasting warmth of the house as they duel hot against cold, there are moments in the subzero that I’m not sure who has won the battle.  Drifts billow wave like through…

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An Instrument of Peace

Last night’s soft blanket of snow envelops the earth in loving warmth as dawn comes slowly this morning, shaking the cobwebs loose as I endure the wait for the kettle to whistle it’s shrill signal that coffee will soon be here. Chilled hands wrapped around a hot mug provide the comfort that my soul needs…

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Perpetual Jar of Iced Tea

The rooster crows indignant of the stifling heat and humidity that is already billowing in through open windows of the old farm house. He seems to be daring the day into being, his mighty crow a lusty, bring it on dare. I, on the other hand, am not feeling so bold this morning, longing for…

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Home

  Breathe in the cool sweetness of early morning air, as I am quietly coaching myself back to center, back to the breath, and back to home.  Filling the handmade artisan mug for maybe the 20th time this morning, from a fresh pot of rich black coffee, I take to outside into the softness of…

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Enough

Golden light stretches its gentle fingers over the pastures this morning as dew dances delightfully diamond like over the tall grass.  The windows are still open with cool moisture streaking down, saturating wooden panes.  The week begins as usual, with a list of to-do’s a mile long.  Such is my life.  Regardless of lists and things…

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Everyday Sacred Living

Yesterday was a big day for me.  One I had been planning and preparing for.  It was the culmination of my hearts desire and my soul’s work, both coming together quite beautifully.  Amazing what happens when you trust your inner guidance.  When you listen to the answers to prayers whispered.  There is an opportunity for…

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Simple Soaked Granola

The mud is deep here on the homestead.  The frost reluctant to release it’s hold on the depths of soil beneath dormant grasses, beneath feet.  The top layers of the earth have given into the sun’s relentless boldness and softened to accommodate the new found warmth, but below, deep within the frost still holds tightly to it’s grip on…

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Be the Light

Gently, slowly, softly, light diffuses particulate through snow filters, allowing it to gently recede into stillness, into calm, into peace.  Dark of night comes on gradually enveloping the homestead in soft, inky, reflected light.  Midafternoon fades into eve, and all slows.  Lighting candles brings me joy this time of the season.  It’s as if in…

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About: Me

Time spent in gardens and barns reminds me deeply of who I am.  Nurturing seeds, encouraging growth, gently allowing the season to unfold before my eyes in the garden brings joy with the arrival of each new, in season fruit, veggie, or herb.  The sweet nuzzle of Ms. Coco during the morning milking mingling with the smells…

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