Dear beloved ones that walk with me here, This quiet Sunday, as the light softens across my little prayer corner, my eyes rest on this simple figure I once painted cross-legged, still, surrendered. A heart in the head. A heart in the chest. A gentle reminder that the truest blessings come when what we know and what we feel finally breathe in the same rhythm. There are days when my head rushes ahead of grace, planning, solving, worrying and other days when my heart carries the

Out here, in the quiet stretch between paddocks and sky, stories rise from unexpected places. A water tank becomes a canvas for memory, ...

“Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much…” (Luke 16:10) May this Sunday remind you that the small things...

This weekend, I have a question for you: How do you refill your cup? For me, it begins simply. I light my sage and let its smoke drift...

Creative Tip: Today's journal, I'm sharing this creative tip as a gentle reminder that we can take our time with our creative processes...