Art is a many splendored thing. True art can call up in us nostalgia or warmth or amusement or awe or a connection to God; a place of deeper thought.
A thin, pink line timidly takes up residence next to her confident sister. And you stare in disbelief. You try not to get too excited or too scared. How can a second little line have the power to declare something so life-changing?
You are pregnant.
As I sit at the kitchen table on a rainy, Thursday morning – watching Helena attempt to master the spoon from her high chair – I feel incredibly blessed to be here, sipping my coffee as I slowly wake up. The reality of this blessing is not lost on me. I know that many of us […]
Tips for your garden and your heart: I’ve been mulling over a thought this past week. Sometimes little inspirations or philosophical notions hit me like a beam of light from above. (Cue angelic chorus) Whether the light is heavenly, I’m not sure – but the ideas come to me all the same. Helena and I […]