Dreams do come true a second time, and more. I had dreams . . . vivid but hazey around the edges. (That’s because I was young and wasn’t sure what they meant.) They weren’t sleep dreams, or day dreams but a longing in my heart driving me to act on things that sustained my dream….
Healing When I posted this picture, my niece recognized it as an aloe and said “We could all use some healing.” It’s been a year of losses; loved ones/relationships, familiar patterns and health. Once again we’ve said goodbye to family and friends we love. We’ve struggled with health issues and tough decisions. But more than…
Home Biz- What is that? We started this adventure, this “home biz” quest, many years ago with our own hands and our own dreams. What does it mean to “work at home”? When people ask me what I do, and I tell them I work at home, they usually ask, “but, what do you do?”…
I was recently asked by a young mom, raising two beautiful little boys, “How did you do it with a million of them?” One is sick . . . again, and one is teething and suffering, and no one is sleeping much. Oh . . . my heart broke for her. My response was with a…
The view from my kitchen window is my most sacred altar. Many a prayer has been offered up from this place. Many times with tears, and often with a humble smile. Always with faith that grows like the garden I look out onto. My windowsill has held collections of family members passed on, sticks and…
A couple of weeks ago I ran across this beautiful photo from RockyTopPrintShop.com on Etsy. I pinned it to my Pinterest page because it reminds me of a wonderful photo my uncle gave me of a sheep my Grandfather raised on his Sheep Ranch in Southern Utah in the early 1900’s. This is one of…
My good friend and neighbor is called Maas. Her oldest grandson named her that in the cute way kids do with their matter of fact reasoning. He was always being told “Let’s go to grandma’s,” and he simply shortened it to “Maas”. For as long as I can remember she has been making baby blankets,…
They say ‘Home is where the Heart is’, and my heart is definitely with my family, my home. Though my children are grown and spread out in the world, I feel like this home, our gathering place is our roots. This is our shelter in the storm. When they return they expect to see faces,…
