Beholden Life

Fall is such a sweet season to me. I know I'm not alone in this because Pinterest tells me so. Living in the northeastern United States, it's a season of crisp cool air, crunchy leaves underfoot and vibrant colors above. 

Disconnecting from the constant clamor of ever streaming noise is an astoundingly loud endeavor at the beginning.  It's been almost 24 hours since arriving at a little cabin in the woods, just the four of us. No other voices to be heard, considered, checked or responded to. It's been beautiful.

Living in western Pennsylvania, the idea of elusive summer calls to me about 9 months out of the year. Our winters are long and cold and dark. I think about spring and the fleeting summer and short fall during those cold months. 

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in ...

still·ness /ˈstilnəs/noun the absence of movement or sound. sol·i·tude /ˈsäləˌt(y)o͞od/noun the state or situation of being alone. The...

IT’S A NEW YEAR! I’m one of those people who actually get energy from this idea. I know it’s technically just another day, new month…but it FEELS ...

The last Dear Mama blog, a sort of carpe diem for motherhood, gained a lot more traction than I had expected. It must have resonated with more than just me.  So it got me thinking about two things.

Dear Mama,  I know you are tired of those older moms and grandmas, when they see you worn out and weary after endless days with those babies and toddlers, telling you to enjoy them because it goes so fast.   I know you probably get pretty irritated and annoyed and are already beyond your limit when they share this truth with you.