The past several months, at times, have had me acting a little more doom-and-gloom than I’d like. Although I’ve always been pretty terrible at keeping up a regular gratitude practice, I have been consciously trying to label things that bring me joy more. Here are a few lately. * Sun-ripened tomatoes from the yard rinsed …
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Her first glimpse at the snow this morning Last winter, Raven was too young to appreciate the snow too much, so we didn’t take her outside hardly at all. This year, we were actually kind of excited for the first snow–we were excited to see her reaction to this strange cold white phenomenon that had …
Today’s focus on something that brings me joy is actually a new thing for me—although I’ve meant to take up meditating (in the truest form of the word) for years, I just never got around to it. Sure, when I was doing yoga three times a week, it involved some meditation-type mental exercises, but I …
I don’t know why these posts always seem to bring a confession out of me, but here’s another one: I’m a bit of a cheese snob (Tillamook extra sharp or bust!). If I was forced to make the decision between giving up chocolate or cheese–heaven forbid this ever happens–I think I would have to …
I think this particular joy of mine is probably unique to me (or to a very select few), but I have to admit it: I love watching people eat. Now, I don’t mean that I like watching people chew and slosh and slurp and swallow–I guess what I mean is that I love watching people …
I have a confession to make: I buy myself flowers. Like, all the time. Sometimes (maybe two or three times a year), I’ll receive a beautiful bouquet, usually of roses, from my thoughtful hubby. Often, these occasions accompany some holiday (Christmas, Valentine’s Day, etc.), and they never fail to bring me joy when they do happen. …
I know I’ve blogged a bit about my love of baking before, but this is just too big of a passion not to write about a little more. For a long time (up until about three years ago), I didn’t call myself a cook: I only referred to myself as a baker, since my specialties …
