I am thinking these days about living less in my head and more near the ground, more humbly interested in the small tasks of life. I have...

"Because he knew no quiet within him, he does not retain anything he desires." Job 20:20 "Solitude, stillness, and silence are the life-s...

Yesterday I had a casual conversation with an old man named Ken. He was selling tree tops that were as large as Christmas trees and I, en...

The meat store was in a strange, rather derelict building that Jay and Mike thought would do just fine for a produce stand (Jay's Farm St...

I read a while back about how writing a narrative of your day is a great way to get a bird's eye view of how things are going in life; fo...

Our family finished our first chapter book last evening. Dale read aloud to us for the last month or so out of "The Sign of the Beaver" b...

Thursday afternoon. Bread is baking, children quiet, my tea tray is next to me, book within reach. In the wild loveliness of summer I've ...

I read a while back about how writing a narrative of your day is a great way to get a bird's eye view of how things are going in life; fo...

You'll notice I didn't say GLAMOROUS, that is asking too much of a picture taken in the glare of fluorescent lighting, but you can take a...

I had made the dough the night before, leaving it in the fridge to rise slowly overnight. The yeast had done its work even in the cool wh...

There is a Japanese word that translates "Forest Bathing". It's being out in earth's loveliness and breathing it in, letting the detritus...

I read a while back about how writing a narrative of your day is a great way to get a bird's eye view of how things are going in life; fo...

"The comfortable lies we tell ourselves regarding these "little things" - that they don't matter, and that daily personal and household c...

One adjustment to being a mother is figuring out a work space for the work that needs to be done at a desk: paying bills, thinking throug...

I was running for my life. No one would save me but these two legs, this quickly tiring heart, these heaving lungs. There was nothing els...

On a run yesterday I did a loop to spend extra time in a brushy trail area. The sagebrush sticks out into the path a bit and it's wonderf...

I read a while back about how writing a narrative of your day is a great way to get a bird's eye view of how things are going in life; fo...

Humph. It is so discouraging to wake up extra early, excited for time to be quiet and read, write, think, etc. only to be foiled by the b...

Yesterday I tackled the file cabinet. It wasn't that it was so disorganized - just unused. It's still solid, outliving my needs. I apprec...

When my daughter was born I was so excited to read aloud to her. I started reading Misty of Chincoteague when I was nursing her at a few ...