The darkest and coldest new moon of them all.
The darkest and coldest new moon of them all, the New cold moon. I am always reminded how deep I can go in life by following the rhythms of the environment around me.
Our saturday morning pancakes.
On Saturday mornings, our home becomes a haven of simple magic. With steaming mugs in hand, chatting about dreams and soaking in the sunlight. Our dog cozies up, content in our shared calm.
Each moment. Each season.
When the lovely Iris asked me to write this article a year ago, I figured by now I’d surely be sitting in my cozy cottage, perfectly prepared with a coffee in hand to sit and write about living a slow, intentional life.