the living hours
the living hours is about living on purpose. it’s about living slowly, generously, enthusiastically, simply, kindly. it’s about the way the light strikes just right at eight o’clock on a summer evening. it’s about working on that novel, about creating a capsule wardrobe, about loving our little house and loving ourselves in the process. it’s about admiring the steam above my coffee cup and the sun warming my porch.
what’s been happening lately?
I’m sitting here, wrapped in fleece and contemplating the steam curling from my tea, thinking about what I’m asking of myself. I’m attempting NaNoWriMo for the second time, thus far somewhat more successfully than my first go around. I’m toying with the idea of a YouTube channel, so I have been brainstorming and beginning toContinue reading “sustain, 5 november 2020”
It feels odd to be writing a post about my summer capsule when it is, in fact, pouring rain outside – we have a full-on storm overhead, complete with lightning and those cracking, rolling hits of thunder that do make me wonder if our little house is sturdy enough to handle this kind of weather.Continue reading “the daily june: june thirteenth | introducing summer, the hardest season to capsule”
7:22 am I’m tired this morning, but it’s a quiet tired – a calm tired. The sun is hitting the bedroom window with more than a little love; the rest of the house is a haze of redirected sunlight, blue skies peeking through curtains and whispering, “Good morning, good morning, good morning.” I want coffee.Continue reading “the daily june: june twelfth | diary of a day”