“Counting one thousand gifts means counting the hard things as gifts — otherwise I’ve miscounted.” – Ann Voskamp I read this line back in February, and it has stuck with me since then. There’s been so many weeks that it’s been easy to be thankful, easy to find words of gratitude, easy to count the…
I’m in a sad mood as I gather the bowls, tie the flour-stained apron behind my back. There’s no obvious reason to be. I slept in blissfully long this morning, woke to sunshine and my husband’s kisses. We made eggs for breakfast, cycled to the second hand store to check their stock, stopped at the…
When Jody sent me this post last week my first thought was “I wish I had written this”. She writes so simply and beautifully about a little thing that can make a big difference – those small reminders of what brave can look like. And as someone who’s done her fair share of moving, this…
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In the springtime, when we flew north to that place where the land starts to rise up into purple hills and the clouds hang in the valleys, I found myself in the larder, distracted from the food cooking on the temperamental old stove, flicking through recipe cards. This small cold room hasn’t changed much in…
One of the fun things about this strange blogging world is getting to know new people from different countries, different life stages, different backgrounds. Joanne sent me this post on what brave looks like for her now, and it was such a good reminder for me that living a brave life is something that never…
