Reemerged myself into the rituals of a Sunday morning,
and refueled my senses with what they needed.
~after a busy week~
Little Things
Dusty boots, dirty hands, and brisk autumn air. It's Fall calving season, and my favorite time on the farm. Having a moment... ...and t...
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I'm learning that I can't want something for another person. I can only discover what is right for me. What's right for them, ... -
When I sat to reflect on the last few years, I expected it to look a bit like waking up after a severe storm. Broken and destroyed. Or in m...
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