Smoldering Wick

It is 6:50 am on valentine's day and I am about fall back asleep on the couch. I spent the last hour and a fifteen minutes with my young...

I continue to be thankful in light of the drought and wildfires in Australia to be grateful that we do not have that struggle. However, ...

I have spent the last year in a battle with... myself. I have never found life easy. I struggle with anger and feeling like a failure, ...

I never aspired to be homecoming queen.  My best friend from childhood was on the homecoming court in a "nice people" coup de tat at my h...

You may be wondering, after looking at the dates of the last four months of posts, what happened? Well, summer happened. I did not take i...

I need to figure out a way to keep my young laying hens from getting out of their run.  I have been racking my brains and each solution I...

Moving at the age of forty three is not easy, most people have found their friends by then. Growing up, I had always felt keenly the sen...

Sometimes there is a reason, but I will never know what it is. I was visiting with my good friends and neighbors last week, on my way ou...

We have no dishwasher, it wouldn't fit in our little kitchen. So we are the dishwashers and clearly the reluctant putter-awayers. I don...

Just three weeks ago it was snowing, today it's 78 degrees and thunder storming. The trees are leafing out so fast you can practically w...

Last Wednesday I went up in the loft of the barn to look for a heat lamp and found the remains of our bantam rooster, Mr. T. A raccoon h...

I will be honest, I was sick all last week. I forgot about blogging, cleaning, farming, planning. I woke up, did the bare minimum of ch...

Some mornings it takes a good bit of effort to get up. We have been battling colds in our house this past month and feeling under the we...

What you can't see in this picture is my phone because at this instant I am using it to take the picture, but after I do that I will retu...

As I was washing dishes yesterday morning, cleaning up the kitchen from the post Easter dinner/psanky making festivities mess, I propped ...

As I continue to mediate on what it means for me to listen, I realize that for me it often comes down to SLOWING DOWN. This modern world...

It is 2018 and so it is Holy Week, and for me listening is the most redemptive and transformative way I can think of to honor God during ...

Our farm is named Singing Wren Farm because, while there are so many birds, the wrens really stand out, we have two kinds; the house wren...

If you have never listened to Wendell Berry, today is your lucky day. Click here to visit a website that has the text of a poem that you ...

Are you a good listener? I am not sure that I would know unless people tell me that I am a good listener. People don't tell me very ofte...