Hello, friends! If you follow me only when I write words you're a little bit behind. I've been short of words lately. Run clean out of words. But don't worry, you didn't miss much. We got cold, had three feet of snow, got stuck, got plowed out, got cold again (or were still cold?) and Milo told the story over and over again about how he got his head stuck in the snow. Now, that's not quite as bad as it sounds, either. He came off his sled into a snowbank and had to be pulled out. It was kind [...]
In some magic world, launch day is the day to say wise, conclusive things about the importance of story and the importance of community and how wonderful it is to share our gifts with the world. HAHAHAHAHA.
I'm so ready for Christmas. As so many of us are. Whether it's the coming of Christ or the coming of the snow or a needed vacation, or all of the above, so many of us just could use a little bit of star-shine right about now.
The first snow of the year and the kids were too sick to play in it. The head cold is working its way through from youngest to oldest. Sadie had it first and now she’s right as rain. But her big sister and brother are sadly looking out of the windows, worrying that they’ll miss the fun completely. It’s the hardest thing in the world to believe that there will be snow out those windows all winter long. I’m about as up-ended as any person can be. I burst into tears or laughter at odd moments. Holding a book I [...]
It's November and the yurt is pierced with cold. We've entered the darkest season of the year. Night falls long before you want it and sticks around long after its welcome is worn out. The worst part is that this isn't even the worst part. For the next four weeks -- the weeks of Advent -- the days will get shorter and shorter yet.
I read somewhere in the midst of my Facebook feed yesterday that God's voice through all this is saying, "I love you. I love you. I love you." It may be drowned out by all the things. Real trauma, real nonsense, real dialogue. But it is still there, through the mist: this beautiful truth that we are loved.
Today's Thursday video is a hopeful and restful chat beside the fire, with emphasis on self care and the question of whether you can identify a certain obscure literary reference.
The video I posted this morning is a sweet story for hope in dark places, and also a glimpse of my life without electricity. Enjoy!
I've just finished my October (sort-of) fast from social media. I let my phone sit out of reach. I didn't answer all my emails. I didn't produce as much content as I sometimes do, or get as much feedback in return. I disappear a little, when I do this. I turn right into wood, like my trees, and I turn into air like the wind that hugs them. It's a bittersweet magic. Sometimes I have the feeling that our life is such a fragile echo of old times, that it actually could completely disappear. It's like a secret garden, this [...]
I'm not the best at telling people when I need a break. You'll find me creeping back afterwards, a little sheepish, pulling meadow weeds out of my hair. I just don't realize how much I needed the escape until I am already sprinting full tilt into the wild. I won't apologize, exactly. I find it disingenuous when people apologize for things they don't intend to change, and I'm old enough to know there's little hope for me yet to grow up. And if you needed a break from me I would hope you, too, could just run awake and wild [...]
One thing about living off the grid is that it's very inconvenient. Here's my explanation of how it isn't the cold showers that make me happy...and what does.