Rest is the place we begin – learning a new rhythm for living

We live in a terraced house that backs onto a railway line. Trains come by every 5-10 minutes depending on the time of day, a fact that my young son adores. The tracks are the same height as our bedroom windows, and the embankment up to the tracks is covered in thick overgrown shrubbery and…

What’s saving my life right now

It’s one of my favourite questions to ask, ever since I read Barbara Brown Taylor’s amazing book An Altar in the World, which is one that I reach for at least once a month. She writes how, when invited as a guest preacher once, she asked what she should speak on and was told, Come tell us what is saving…

Seeking Beauty in the Hard Seasons

Probably the hardest part of this in-between time for me is the lack of people to talk to. I’m an extrovert by nature. I love and need alone time, but without daily meaningful conversation my energy tanks run dry. But when you’re moving to a brand new city, there’s not so many meaningful conversations to…

On moving and heatwaves and chicken pox.

It’s been quiet around here, I know. We are up to our eyes in boxes and vacuum-pack bags and trying to manage the toddler not adding her toys to every box before we tape it up. In the last few month we’ve celebrated Kaya’s first birthday, endured a mega heatwave (and still have temperatures higher…

Love is patient

Life slows down radically when you have a newborn to care for. She takes her time to eat. She takes her time to be rocked to sleep. When she’s in the mood for playing, her games are slow too – the same funny face or little movement over and over again. Dressing her is slow,…

our urban balcony garden

When we were looking for our new home in Luxembourg two and a half years ago, we had a few important criteria. We wanted to be walking distance from the city centre (where Rasmus works and where I work-in-cafes), and we wanted outside space. Our previous flat in Brussels was awesome (no, really. it was)…