…merry everything

In case things go off the rails and my children do not let me get near a computer this week, I wanted to wish you a very merry Christmas. Many of you I have not met, but I think about you everyday and am grateful for your friendship. May you feel peace and love in your home this Christmas. And if that is too hard, that’s okay, may you find a few minutes alone to sit down and take a few deep breaths and know that no matter what happened this year you are just fine – more than fine – you are worthy just because you were born. You deserve good things and a safe and cozy space to call your own. We all do.


…what is your favorite color?

Start here.

What color makes you feel calm and happy and proud and reflects your personality all at the same time? Start there when thinking of how to decorate for the holidays or on any normal day.

As you know, I like to switch things up in my house. Not because I worry about what others may think, but because I like to play.

Recently I decided to do an arrangment of demijohn bottles on my wood coffee table. They are large, but the color is light and airy. Love the combo. My kids even added to the look with these silver Christmas balls. Not bad, Guys.

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Yes, the kids may have picked them up and pretended to drink out of them when I first placed them on the coffee table, but after all that these glass objects just blend into the background for them and I don’t have to worry about anything breaking. It is the perfect shade of clear blue and are authentic, antique glass-blown demijohns. You can tell because if there were mass produced there would be a seam or a line down the side. It means something to me to have originals.

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…do it. then write it.


I wanted to be Thoreau when I grew up. I thought living in the woods, off the land writing about life and nature and humans sounded like a really satisfying life; a life that I could be good at. What I wasn’t so fond of was the idea that in order to life a whole-hearted and peace-centered life I needed to have experience behind me. Boo.

Experience would take courage and stepping out and that was not something I was interested in doing. Ever. I wanted to hide and write and drink tea with a cat on my lap. Why couldn’t I just do this?! Please? Pretty please. I think I knew deep down that I needed experience before processing and writing. I needed to do it before writing it.

Life has a way of forcing one into experience on it’s own. I really did not need to go and seek it. I just needed to participate. Along came college and friends and work and a man and a home and children and Blue Egg Brown Nest. That was a lot of living. I almost didn’t realize how much living I had done because I was so busy doing it. I didn’t realize until the writing came quickly and easily. I had things to write about! I had a lot to say. I wanted to talk about all of it.

I look at living a bit differently now. It is happening all around me, in spite of me. I don’t feel as scared about it all as I was when I was tiny, small and young. I feel bigger and braver and am willing to participate.

Sometimes I think I am still waiting to move to the woods to become whole and purposeful. Maybe some day I will; we will. And if this happens I will have so much to reflect on. And if this does not happen, I will write here, sitting near the bubble of the coffee maker and the little boy with freckles tapping me on the shoulder saying mom.