All Are Welcome. All.

The moment you arrive, you relax; you’re never sorry you knocked. – Psalm 9:9b This morning, I woke as the promise of sun had begun to light up the farm.  Across the hill, the moon still shone bright over the snow that promises to melt today (finally.)  I...

The Simple Things

We own 15 acres of land here – a gift we have been given the honor of caring for.  Most of that land is pasture, long opened up from the native oaks, cedars, and poplars that once covered it.  The hillsides are etched with the tree lines that have remained with...

When I Was Afraid of Chickens

A few years ago, a beautiful friend asked me to house sit for her while she and her family went away.  At the time, I was living in San Francisco, and her place is in Mendocino, so I drove up into the “real” Northern California and arrived at this...