Welcome to Seasons of the Heart. This is a quiet space--a journey of light and gentle becoming. There is more to each of us than meets the eye. I believe true beauty reveals itself to those who choose to love-- with mercy, wonder, and courage.
In every moment, the past, present, and future weave together in echoes of longing and quiet hope.
Here, you are free to pause. To breathe. To be.
"Finally, all of you, be of one mind, sympathetic, loving toward one another, compassionate, humble." -- 1 Peter 3:8
In every moment, the past, present, and future weave together in echoes of longing and quiet hope.
Here, you are free to pause. To breathe. To be.
"Finally, all of you, be of one mind, sympathetic, loving toward one another, compassionate, humble." -- 1 Peter 3:8
Welcome, Autumn!
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
George Eliot (19th century)
Autumnal Equinox -- September 22
Yes, well, Texas hasn't gotten the memo yet. Here in the Houston area, it's still steamy. All the same, change is tiptoeing in. The days are shorter, the breeze more refreshing. There's a sweetness in the air.
I've planned our cool-season garden, ordered and received new seed packets--always a thrill.
And I baked my first batch of pumpkin mini-muffs for the season.
May these early, autumn days unfold for you beautifully, gently, and wrap you in the joy.
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
George Eliot (19th century)
Autumnal Equinox -- September 22
Yes, well, Texas hasn't gotten the memo yet. Here in the Houston area, it's still steamy. All the same, change is tiptoeing in. The days are shorter, the breeze more refreshing. There's a sweetness in the air.
I've planned our cool-season garden, ordered and received new seed packets--always a thrill.
And I baked my first batch of pumpkin mini-muffs for the season.
May these early, autumn days unfold for you beautifully, gently, and wrap you in the joy.
Wander Into My Journal
Reflections from the garden, the writing desk, and the heart.
[Explore the Journal]
Reflections from the garden, the writing desk, and the heart.
[Explore the Journal]
Why I Write
My writing is born of love and faith.
We are never truly alone.
I do not write to preach,
but to offer a bit of gentleness
in a world too often harsh and rushed.
[Read the Manifesto]
My writing is born of love and faith.
We are never truly alone.
I do not write to preach,
but to offer a bit of gentleness
in a world too often harsh and rushed.
[Read the Manifesto]
Out beyond the ideas of wrong and right,
there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
--Rumi