We hold our joy in the same hands that we carry burdens. We run through nature and find our peace because the world is so very fractious. And for those few moments of breathing deeply and listening to the cicada chorus serenade us, we are okay.
Every creative act we offer to the world is an invitation for others to come into a space we’ve created and curated.
Recently, I decided to start running again. Since I was in elementary school, I’ve been an occasional runner. I am one of those strange people who actually like running, and in each season of life, in every location I’ve lived, sooner or later I start running again.
The History of Food Proce...
Published at Edible Indy
Desert Wonderings: What A...
As we press into this season of Lent, our first desert...
My Word of the Week: Coun...
It’s always about this time every year that I grow whol...
No More Wicked Stepmother
Published at Today's Christian Woman
The Weight of Gratitude
Why do we need to be thankful in those most difficult o...
