Wednesday, June 4


The road called Grace, I was on it long before I knew. 

Thursday, December 26

The winter has settled in all around
but I find myself so incredibly warmed.

Monday, October 14

sowing and reaping

My little plot is a hustlin' and a bustlin'. Every stage of life accounted for.

Sunday, September 22

I packed up a pile of books and a couple change of clothes and took the ferry to a familiar place. 3 days filled with simple sensory pleasures and two of my favorite people to enjoy them with. In the riches of island nature I finally heard what He was trying to tell me.

Saturday, July 27

three sisters

A little experiment in Pataskala...companion planting as the Native America's did: corn, beans and squash. It's not working out so well for us, but it sure is a beautiful, tangled world in there. I never know what creature I'll find or forgotten bean I'll trip over.

Sunday, June 23

coming home

I was swallowed in
questions of light and truth
hope and peace
strength and striving
death and pain
morals and simplicity.
Where do these paths lead?
How do you follow their trails?
I took my leave.
Too many questions that can’t be answered.
After sometime, I felt a stirring
That spoke of faith and trust.
And also of my smallness.
And also of brokenness and confusion.
It asked of me to come back
To what I knew before
The doubt settled in.
I responded in acceptance,
of everything I don't know.

Saturday, June 22

through the apple tree
were two beloved to me souls
writing letters

Monday, June 10

Life is quiet right now. Working with my hands in silence and sunlight and visiting the country on the weekends. Coming home late at night soil-covered, my heart full of love.

 In order of appearance:
drinking allergy tea, sewing produce bags, making fresh smudge sticks on the porch in the evening and my pretty little cabbage living it up in Pataskala.