This wee babe was a sweet weight in my arms every night as he drifted to sleep, often with tiny fingers wrapped around mine. And when he slept, he slept like an angel. His baby brain would settle into a deep, restorative, growth-focused sleep. And why wouldn’t it? To the outside perspective, his day had…
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Gifts.
It’s raining buckets on our island and our creek is full and rushing along merrily. I could sit there for hours and listen to the busy water. And I found a patch of mossy grass that was soft and springy and unbelievably green. And I checked on our chickens and found they had laid eight…
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The Wild Inside.
It can be tough to find our own voice and use it. How odd is that? It’s ours, isn’t it? Where did it go? But it’s true. We are born with a voice distinctly ours, signed, sealed, and delivered–and then somehow we lose it somewhere along the way, like a dropped sock or a coat…
