Sure takes a lot of energy to address discontentment. As a horizon watcher, I can miss the miles in between. Highway hypnosis. Ann’s quotable soul amnesia. Thinking I’ll feel finished when it’s finished. When I get there. But there are pertinent details and fine print I would skim and miss. The fear of missing out … Continue reading content


Today is my 41st birthday. I woke up pensive. Maybe it’s the rain but I’m certain that was dialed in to heaven on my behalf. I enjoy the gray more than most. It seems to hush all the other boisterous primary colors and I need that at times. Birthdays tend to be reflective times. I … Continue reading birthday


I used the miter saw yesterday for the first time in I can’t remember when. Strangely, it took me a moment to recall how to unlock it. Just a brief moment. It all came flooding back to me, though: the how-to, fear, sorrow, and recklessness. Woodworking doesn’t evoke any of these emotions; it was what … Continue reading saw


There was a time when I did a lot of singing. It feels like it was in another life. Wild how your days can become compartmentalized between the closed doors of seasons. It can feel like a dim corridor, walking through and considering the thresholds of days long gone. Some doors I dare not broach. Some … Continue reading doors


It’s been awhile. I have missed this quiet space. I remember when I first secured this domain in 2014 and it felt like I had bought real estate — a place to build something beautiful and meaningful. It still has that feel to me. This is a sacred space for my heart. It’s been busy … Continue reading creating

The birds are louder than the thunder this morning. As I step outside well before sunrise, it feels like I have cracked the door to some ancient time, and am walking into a cathedral choir of songbirds. The acoustics — the kind you can only experience with high ceilings and insulated walls — swell about … Continue reading