My dear friend, Daja wrote a little Mid-Lent Check In on her blog the other day. I read it today during my morning online and just had to respond. I love posts like this one – full of tiny peeks into the lives and minds of the people I love. They’re so cozy and intimate….
Tag: Daily life
Sunday Quiet
I hope nobody believes me when I say “I’ll be writing here more often.” Trust me, every time I say it, it’s a lie. But it’s New Year’s Day! The Feast of the Circumcision of Jesus! I’m feeling all wrapped up in potentialities. So here I am, plying you all with false promises again. I…
Today
Reading: through all the new books I’m collecting for the upcoming school year. We school year-round, but July is off completely and summer is lighter overall. The perfect time to plan for new and better things. Planning is one of my favorite ways to procrastinate. Listening: to Kate Wolf sing my favorite song: The trumpet…
Homemaking
Every day in the summer, morning comes early. The sun rises before I do -waking birds and squirrels and the puppy. The birds sound louder when you’re just waking up – especially the woodpeckers. I want to stay tucked under the covers – especially this past week, when our mornings are colder than they should…
At Home in the Rebellious Quiet
I love quiet mornings. The sun has risen long ago in these early hours, but the light is soft and slanted. The air is cool and even the grass has a new-born freshness to it after sleeping through the night. In the morning, I make coffee, take vegetable scraps out to the chicken yard, and…
Reclaiming in Easter
I’ve mentioned that my word for this year is Reclaim. It’s a slow goal, not something I can snatch up and be done with. It’s more about remembering who I am than checking off a list of goals. I want to reclaim the Masha who read piles of books in a room of incense and…
Little Changes
I like making big, sweeping revisions. I’d rather dump the whole drawer and replace it all, or pull the house to pieces and remake it. The tiny, daily things are difficult. Maintaining motivation is difficult. Grand gestures make more of an impression – and it’s so satisfying to start over again and again. But reclaiming…
Coffee Talk
I don’t really go to coffee shops anymore. Between mask mandates and my own growing introversion, the appeal is slowly fading. Instead, I make pot after pot of hot coffee or tea at home, clear a table, and sit down to write or talk to the friends who visit my woodland. But I still miss…
Saturday Snapshot
The beaver pond is a perfect place for ice-skating. Recently, on Sundays after Mass, the kids have been spending afternoons skating with friends while the dogs harass each other and the adults huddle around the fire. This week, after two bouts of snow, the pond is covered, and we’re debating whether to go shovel it…
Winter Tea
I like to think of winter as the resting season. Our nights are so very long and dark, resting feels so natural. Cold weather makes me long to curl up on the couch with tea and Tolstoy. But life can’t stop completely just because it’s winter. I may want to hibernate all through the winter,…
Y is For Home! 