MINDFULNESS
one equal temper of heroic hearts
I gave Mark a wallet for father’s day in June with the last line from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s Ulysses, “to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” I might have inscribed the last seven
fresh flowers in the late summer home
A small bundle of fresh flowers for the home can be water for the soul, especially in these late summer months when the temperatures soar and the fields lie crispy and parched. I tend to
simply living | a webinar to clarify your daily routine
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. ― Mary Oliver On my personal (and familial) quest to live more simply, I have learned one overarching truth: simple and easy are not always the same. Living simply requires
nurturing the whole self | unplugging
Consider the regular practice of unplugging a cleanse for the soul, an opportunity to listen to both yourself and others in a different way. Like many thirty-somethings, I am old enough to remember life prior to the internet, before
for the weekend | an outing to the garden shop
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save
cultivating kindness in children
A simple act or word of kindness can be a light for the soul, so can be a listening ear. From personal experience, the two are not entirely separate. During those playful and harrowing toddler and
taking risks, changing course
Mark resigned from his job this week, a somewhat spontaneous decision following months of weighty conversations after dinner or over morning coffee. He and I are generally not the risk-taking types–more often falling into the first-born, responsible,
Nurturing Wholeness | Evening Rituals + Sleep
At some point I’ve realized many of the boundaries and routines I create for my children are habits intended for me, for my well-being as well. How often do I manage my children’s intake of nutrients
on perfectionism, vulnerability, and motherhood
On the first day of this year, I woke up long before the sunrise, seized with anxiety. The same thoughts were spinning circles through me again, doubting my abilities as a mother and educator, doubting