As he talked about her, I could tell he was super attached to the idea that she needed him. “I have to do this, I have to do that” “she can’t,” , etc. As he continued the stories of where he had to be there for her, take care of her, tell her what to do, and went on and
“You’re doing the job of 10 people, and that’s a conservative estimate,” I said. “I know”. Her body slunk down, her eyes dropped and filled a bit with tears. “You are an amazing human, but you’re just ONE human. You get three.” “But who’s going to do the rest?!” She looked at me in shock. “Great question. Start with giving
“If COVID has taught me anything, it is to slow down, and be intentional about what I say yes to.” Brilliance! Sheer, unadulterated brilliance! “But the crazy part is, the more I have taken busy-ness off my plate, the more scattered my brain has become. I just don’t understand it.” Chemistry! Pure chemistry! So we began to pick this bird
Life has been busy as of late; work projects, cabin projects, aging parent stuff, adult children stuff, getting the harvest picked and packed and tucked in for the winter all while working full time. So, I’m stressed. I don’t know about you, but when I get stressed my mind races! Like, think a hundred squirrels trapped in a cage racing
Fall is my favorite season. All things pumpkin and apple and abundance of the harvest. It’s fabulous. One of the things I love most about my garden is the time I can be lost in my thoughts. It’s like a rare kind of mindfulness therapy as not very often so I just get to be and think about what I’m
I love fall, it is by far my favorite season. All the summer people are clutching their sunblock and gasping right now and I’m ok with that. Fall is my season. I want to hike, camp, cook, stew and can, and all the things that take me to a space of nature, creativity, and abundance. Fall is where it’s at.
I am a people pleaser…kind of. I’m also a person who believes I get what I want if, and only if, I ask for it. So, when I found myself in a couple of situations as of late where I was uncomfortable about asking for what I needed, but knew I needed to, I did my usual; I sat, thought
For years my niece and I have shared book ideas as far as what we are each reading. We have a common love of all things homestead related; gardening, chickens, goats, sustainability practices, whole foods, fresh air, everything that is by and large directed towards a simple life. This summer when she was home in Minnesota she mentioned to me