Sometimes wisdom hides in plain sight; round, orange, and sun-warmed. The pumpkin patch became my autumn classroom, teaching me how to slow down, listen, and find nourishment in unexpected places.

I haven’t been very good at doing nothing lately. Between the nonprofit trip, the pumpkin patch, Cedar & Cypress, and the constant tending of family life, my days feel like soil that’s been turned one too many times…air-hungry, overworked, losing its softness. I keep telling others that rest is sacred, yet I catch myself racing past my own words. It doesn’t feel like hypocrisy so much as forgetfulness. The kind that happens when love for many things stretches you thin. As I s

The nervous system doesn’t need perfection. It just needs consistency.

Today, after long months of sun and still heat, the rain has returned. It came quietly, carried on the breath of shifting winds, a softness that whispered across the land before the first drops ever touched the earth. I