I am really terrible at keeping secrets. You can tell within seconds if I have something to hide by the look on my face. If it’s a good surprise, I will probably tell you within hours of planning it for you, because I am just too excited. My husband, however, is brilliant at it. His…
Full disclosure: this is a post about birth. So it includes details you may normally classify as “too much information”. Just saying… ** It’s a thing, in blogging world, to write up your birth story and share it with the world. I thought I would. I did so much preparation for Kaya’s birth. I read…
It was a stunning May day, one of those with the heat of summer but still the fresh smell of spring. I left the small dark church with its pews and stained glass into the freedom of this glorious day and walked down the long hill to the Sunday market. There I found the stall…
I’m a huge lover of traditions, of all shapes and sizes. I read church liturgy and thumb through books on the lives of saints with interest. I am inspired by stories of friends celebrating the solstices and equinox days, marking the changing seasons. I eagerly learn about Buddhist prayer flags, and how Jews celebrate the…
Rasmus and I met at a picnic in the Parc du Cinquantenaire in Brussels on a warm May day. I was nine months into a ten month internship and only just now starting to feel like maybe it would be okay if I stayed a bit longer. My first six months had been lonely and…
My future was decided early on. I was going to spend my days cuddling African babies under an African sun. I felt the blood of my great great aunt and her missionary life running in my veins and my young passionate spirit wanted to follow in her footsteps. I spent my teen years reading the…
