Can a farmhouse also be a beach house? I feel like this is the question my Pinterest is asking . . .
I love the feeling of satisfaction I get after putting everything in the crock pot that dinner is done and it’s only 10am.
I buy birdseed now. Just one more, small step toward becoming my mother. : )
Lacing up my Kodiaks with a smile on this ten degree morning to let my horses out, haul water buckets, throw hay, and walk my dogs and baby; I am so happy to be living this life, no matter all it took to get here.
Rereading the poetry and writing of my twenties–my shame, my cancer, my life before I understood what I had already been taught about value, love, and happiness has been at times difficult, but mostly an exquisite and tender opportunity to love myself as I was then in a way that I couldn’t as I was then.
Also, even when writing about the past, my words have always carried me forward.
Well, my hour for coffee and writing is up; the messy kitchen is calling . . .