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 Guardians in my yard whisper to my soul every day: To be cedar is to be strong, patient, enduring, and true. That energy is not only theirs, it lives in each of us, waiting to be remembered.