My mother’s garden

My mother’s garden

I found myself in my garden, surrounded by the flowers my mother once loved.   This garden is mine—planted in my time, in my rhythm—but still, she’s here. Listening to the birdsong, I heard her laughter, soft and familiar.  She was there in the dancing of the...
retirement anniversary

retirement anniversary

One year ago today, I stepped into retirement—though it didn’t begin the way I imagined. I was caring for my husband after his knee replacement, and just as he began healing, a serious blood infection set him back. Those early months were tough, but by September, he...
Horses

Horses

There’s a quiet kind of healing that happens when you stand beside a horse. It’s not loud or dramatic. It doesn’t come with fanfare or applause. It comes in stillness—in the soft exhale of a warm breath, the calm gaze of a deep brown eye, the rhythm of hooves meeting...
Grace-my guiding principle

Grace-my guiding principle

In a world that often urges us to chase after more, I’ve found peace in embracing less. By choosing to live intentionally, I focus on what truly matters, letting go of the need for constant validation or outcomes. Grace has become my guiding principle—extending it to...
Christmas time

Christmas time

Christmas is more than just a holiday; it’s a season of spreading love, warmth, and the priceless gift of friendship. The essence of Christmas cheer is like a gentle whisper, inviting us to reconnect with the childlike wonder within. As we adorn our homes with...