We are in the thick of toddler emotion. Knee high and everything an emergency. He cries when he wants something and cries when he gets it. He asks to be picked up and then begs to be set free. And it can be all too easy to grow tense and tired. Our desperation is surely [...]
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Spring Rhythm
I try to start every season with a new list of music, oil blends, recipes, and daily rhythm. We don't legalistically follow a schedule. So you won't find it broken down by hour. Every day is a little different, but they all follow the same general flow: Refresh, Reset, Recharge, Refocus, Recharge, Reset, Refresh, Rest. [...]
Autumn
The sounds, smells, and tastes of this season. As well as, the rhythm of our days. We strive to weave hard work, rest, reflection, nourishment (for body and soul), and quality connection into every day. Sometimes we succeed. Sometimes we fail. But every new day is a chance to give it our all. We aren't [...]
New Homekeeping Rhythm
EDIT: LATEST EDITION OF THIS RHYTHM CAN BE FOUND HERE D A I L Y T A S K S: +load of dishes (load dishwasher throughout the day, run it after dinner and do handwashing/leave to soak if needed) +tidy (put everything in it's place) +clean any messy floors and toilets (sweeping, spot cleaning, etc) [...]
No Crying in Baseball
Minutes before we were to walk out the door, my brother arrived with my grandfather's garden shears in his hands. "We figured you probably already had some nice ones, but thought you might also like these. Because, well...they were his, ya know?" Made to last. They're notably heavier than the shiny new. But they weigh [...]
My Adult Life
He describes it in perfect detail. From the fireproof walls to the color of the front door. The bathroom floors are penny tiles. On the dining room wall hangs a fruit bowl still life painted by his own hand. He can tell you the floor plan precisely. His eyes have memorized a scene they’ve only seen in [...]
Christmas Eve Cookies
A tradition started with Ezra that I intend to carry on for years to come. A simple sugar cookie dough made on Christmas Eve morning. Chilled for the afternoon. Baked and decorated in the evening. We will have a few with hot cocoa, leave several out for the man with the bag, and take the [...]
A Whole New Land
Of all the soil that my feet have landed upon and of all the air I’ve breathed... Whether across the Atlantic or the Pacific, over or under, amongst mountain and wood, brick and neon, or sand and sea... I often feel the journey that has most ignited my mind and unleashed my heart has happened [...]
Soak
Soak. Rest. Breathe. The water was rushing out, the bubbles were rising. Stepping into the warmth; I tried to remember the last time I had felt this. Nothing came to mind. . I peeled open a book. In the steam, the words seem to rise off the page. I seemed to drift with them. One [...]
Goodness
“Some day these will be the good ol’ days.”, someone says. . These are the good ol’ days. Now. Right now. They are good now. . But I forget. . Tires spinning in mud. I’m spinning another bedtime story. Quietly, rubbing my eyes, I creep out of the room. . Now where was I? Folding. [...]
Emmy Goulet 
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