friends
when spring comes
Maybe it was the way last week’s muddled grey clouds hovered like dust over my soul or the unexpected chill that forced us back into winter coats. Maybe we needed an event to share with
a backyard birthday dinner
A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other’s lives. It is the
threads | wine night
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 These long, blustery January nights are the perfect excuse to host a small, spontaneous gathering
a merry Christmas indeed.
I know. I know. We’re into the first week of 2013 and I’m still talking about Christmas. Here’s the thing: Christmas isn’t a day or even a weekend for us; it’s a week and a
the art of Thanksgiving
I love this time of year. The leaves, finally changing colors, form day’s light each with unique and separate detail. “Look at me,” they chorus, and I do. For they, like the dancer on the
summer: the sweet, lethargic hammock of rest
Wow. It’s July. I know, technically it’s time for another {this moment} but I’ve noticed myself succumbing to the ease of photo blogging and failing to actually retrieve the thoughts and words filling our life
{this moment}: outdoor dinner party with friends underneath pecan trees and a supermoon
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo (or group of photos) capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)