Family of 5 and our homestead life in a 500 square-foot cottage on the island of Maui
I sat with my anger long enough, until she told me her real name was grief." Boiling hot water poured over lemon juice with a teaspoon of local Maui honey, a cup of cozy to welcome in this chilly spring morning. My top covered in a sweater, my legs wrapped in a fleece blanket, just… Continue reading Healing, like Grief, is not Linear
“We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us: we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.” - C.S. Lewis in his letter to Father Peter Bide on April 29, 1959 It's just past 3am as I sit ever so upright on our cool leather couch, checking… Continue reading Ash Wednesday and the Start of Lent
Yesterday, I mapped out what I wanted to prioritize this Sunday morning. Regardless of how much pain I felt from my muscle injuries and lack of sleep (unless of course I really couldn't function, then I would forgo said plan...) I wanted to bake cinnamon rolls for the kids this morning. I also really wanted… Continue reading Sunday Morning Cinnamon Rolls
A strong cold wind whips through our tiny grove of apple banana trees. I hear leaves twisting and slapping together just outside our screen door. I can taste the salty air as it rises up from lapping waves along the north shore. The sun slowly breaks through the clouds to reveal sloppy stretches of mud… Continue reading Homebuilding as Sacred
It's just past 6 a.m. this Thursday morning as I sit down with my strawberry jam toast, the glossy butter layer melting into all the bits and crevices of my sliced sourdough. Jammy sweet and salty, warm and comforting, the perfect accompaniment to my in-process cup of hot coffee. As I sit down at our… Continue reading Jammy Toast and Hot Coffee
Little Maui Family 