My heart lives here

My heart lives here

But sometimes life, and the different interests we all have, slows down to the measure of a steady heartbeat. An hour in late afternoon, when I'm on supper and all three sit, together, drawing and painting at the table.

Excellent Warm Drinks for Winter Wellness

Excellent Warm Drinks for Winter Wellness

One of the simplest tools I use to help ground, cleanse, and restore me is sipping on nourishing hot beverages each day of these winter months.

Redecorating the tree

Redecorating the tree

There is a return this season, winter of all seasons, to loving me. Accepting me, my limitations and preferences. Accepting me, my strengths and ways of operating.

How the light gets in

How the light gets in

Through the cracks the light gets in. And sometimes there are many cracks, a breaking. And what will you do then, with all that light?

The things we do for love

The things we do for love

We celebrated Brienne's birthday this week. She turned twelve years old, the threshold between childhood and her teenage years.

The end of our journey is just the beginning

The end of our journey is just the beginning

Katahdin was the end of our Appalachian Trail journey but it was the just the beginning.

The first week of winter (and a bit of preamble)

The first week of winter (and a bit of preamble)

What we're up to, what I'm loving or doing these days, this is what I used to write about, it's actually the heartbeat of this blog, and it's the writing I always come back to, after various writing forays and blogging experiments.