🌿 Welcome to the Reading Room

Welcome.
We’ve been waiting for you.

You can set your pack down by the door if you’d like. There’s no need to carry everything in with you. You can always pick it back up later.

Go ahead — take your shoes off if that feels right. There’s a comfortable chair by the window, a cup of lavender chamomile tea waiting, and a blanket nearby if you want it. Sunlight dapples in through the windows, and if the weather’s kind, they’re open to the patio. You don’t need to rush. You don’t need to perform. You’re expected here.

This is a place to read, to wander, and to recognize yourself between the lines.

You’ll find writings here about love, life, parenting, caregiving, gardening, pets, grief, intuition, moonlight, septic tanks — and everything in between. The scope isn’t curated to impress; it’s shaped by a lived life. The list is limited only by the inspiration drawn from it… and there’s been plenty.

You may arrive here feeling like you’ve been spinning a lot of plates for a very long time. You may be wondering if you can even begin to let one or two of them fall.

The simple answer is yes.
Yes, you can.

You don’t have to do it all at once. Maybe it’s an hour. Maybe it’s twenty minutes. Maybe it’s just long enough to laugh once, or think “oh… I’ve done that too.” Sometimes a single moment of recognition is enough to give you the breath you need for today.

And over time — gently, without force — you may begin to hear the quieter voice beneath all that noise. The one that already knows. The one that has guided you more times than you can count. The authentic you, still here, still steady.

If this place feels familiar, that’s not an accident.
There aren’t many accidents in my world — just happy synchronicities.

You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.