the season of fallow + wholehearted
Instead of ending the year on fallow ground, a new wholehearted project bursted forth.
there is time
Living an unhurried life is a choice to relish the ordinary moments.
hearing my heart
Perhaps it is possible to live a slow and quiet existence even as the world attempts to convince us that hustle is essential and busy is prestigious.
hesitation
I’m hesitant to write, but I think I’m starting to hear again. Is this what it means to “find yourself”?
storms
“I’ll plan on doing the dishes,” he says.
I’ve written a post each week for the last month. They are stacked in my queue. I think they’ll stay there. I opened a long-forgotten draft last night of a… Read more “I’ll plan on doing the dishes,” he says. →
not the post i wanted
have a little fun: writers edition
My Roots are Here
I kinda like this picture. I’m not sure why and it’s probably not one that should be blog-worthy, but then again, perhaps that’s the very thing that makes it blog-worthy: I… Read more My Roots are Here →
Ruth Ayres Writes 