I saw time in Scotland, watched it wash over the hills around me, and pass by, as if a stranger on a sidewalk moving faster than me. Here – in the frantic United States, within
Category: Nature
Living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. Hans Christian Anderson
“ Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul & sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all. ”
Emily Dickinson
I take my kids outdoors because that is where I find inspiration and my soul finds peace. My parents did the same, driving us nine hours north of our home to a cabin on Deere
When I was 23 I moved to California, working a job as a science teacher at a summer camp. The only time I went indoors was to sleep, and sometimes even that didn’t happen. With
Sometimes, we have to go home, don’t we? It’s just necessary, to taste the roasted chicken with creamy potatoes, to smell the lilac bushes which marked the dividing line between our house and our neighbors,
I love fall, the leaves turning colors and the smell of ’em burning. Hot chocolate and hot apple cider, pumpkins and crisp air. And winter, gosh, it’s so beautiful too. A cleansed palette of white,
We woke up, surprised. Yesterday the sun melted all of the snow, revealing the new green shoots underfoot and today, nature was white again. We knew it wouldn’t last and felt called to explore. The
In the darkness, in the hard parts of life, in the moments where our anger or doubt boil over and erupt, it is hard to see the good, it is hard to want to see