I’m wearing my husband’s old flannel shirt. The brushed cotton in deep olive-green and black squares is soft and loose on my body. I found it cleaning out the closet today… Maybe I’m just looking for the familiar...

Looking back at a month helps me plan ahead for the next. It’s both a practical exercise - getting organized! - but it also counts as self-care.

In this crumbling cottage, a summer house that welcomes us every year, that holds us during transitions. 

Three simple actions, that done daily, can nourish your body and mind.

It’s always an exploration. Unknown oceans take us to places unimaginable, when we let the current course-correct.

Fall is the season of surrender. Change is in the air. Days are blustery and the light filters through windows at a golden slant that stretches toward the darker months ahead. This is a time to draw close, to pull out sweaters from their summer slumber and polish favorite boots till they are buttery soft.

Fragrant flowers at midnight.

A bed of roses raised on books.