It can be difficult to begin something again after some time has passed. Though, it’s really as simple as picking up right where we left off. Oftentimes, we make things more complicated than they need to be. For many reasons, I’ve avoided writing the happenings as of late but I’m ready to begin again. I’d like this to be a succinct summary of the year thus far. My earliest memory of ringing in the new year of 2020 was standing on a ladder in the library, repairing the cracks in the plaster walls. I watched on my phone as happy people in Time Square sang, Imagine by John Lennon. I…

This evening, a strange occurrence happened that I don’t have much of an answer for. Gavin was working late, so I was home alone making dinner and running around the house switching from dusting the dining room table to doing laundry. In-between stirring the spinach in the skillet, I heard the bell on the back storm door jingle. It helps notify us of incoming visitors. That’s weird, I thought. It’s probably just the wind but I trudged the steps and looked around the patio. Everything seemed undisturbed. It was a still evening without a breeze, yet the clapper of the bell swung lightly from side to side. I resumed my…

Writing in the library, drinking chamomile tea. This time is a blessing. I never would have thought it to be so valuable as I do now. It feels rewarding to sit in a finished room, finally being able to enjoy it. This desk completes the space. I found it about seven years ago at a thrift store. It’s the first piece of furniture I ever refurbished. Here’s what it looked like in my art room at my old house along with one of my very first design ventures, the chalkboard paint accent wall! It has moved with me and has sat in the garage until last weekend when it found…

All the hard work is worth it when I see these little smiling faces enjoying their time here. That is my dream come true.

These times we find ourselves in are unlike any other. I find solace in knowing that this world is not our home. And when this life weighs heavy on my chest, I breathe in the peace of which He alone provides. These months have been a blur. While the pace of life has slowed for many, I’ve been thrown off kilter, spun like a top turning in too many directions. I’ve sought comfort in both distraction and substance but never falter to right myself again in the mercies of a new tomorrow. Months pass like weeks and weeks like days, minutes to seconds. And I think to myself with each…

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, …” –A Tale of Two Cities Timeless words that speak to my heart and ring true to this unparalleled time we’re living in. But no matter how upside down the world becomes, this moment in history will soon be forgotten and fade into the background of an ever changing stage. Unbinding and sobering to the fleetingness of days. Two weeks ago, I escaped into the early 1900’s. I escaped into the minds and beings…