Do you take notice of what brings you delight on adventures? Adventures can be a walk through the woods, in the pages of your favorite books, travels near and far…… I see over and over how I bring those things that delight me into my creative expressions. In my art, home, daily rhythms, gatherings—acknowledging what has shaped and delighted me, moving forward in a ‘remember that’ kind of way. 🤎

My well-worn traveler’s notebook rarely sits idle. Lots of planning and vision-casting that turns into reality over the months and year. It holds scribbles, notes, sketches, leaves from da Vinci’s vineyard, pigment test scratches (you never know when you hit the jackpot!), quotes, thoughts, to-do lists……🤎 I appreciate and use the bells and whistles of technology, but I will forever be a pen and paper planner, hasher-outer, dreamer, processor, free-spirited list maker.....and THEN I just migh...

My well-worn traveler’s notebook rarely sits idle. Lots of planning and vision-casting that turns into reality over the months and year. It holds scribbles, notes, sketches, leaves from da Vinci’s vineyard, pigment test scratches (you never know when you hit the jackpot!), quotes, thoughts, to-do lists……🤎 I appreciate and use the bells and whistles of technology, but I will forever be a pen and paper planner, hasher-outer, dreamer, processor, free-spirited list maker.....and THEN I just migh...

My well-worn traveler’s notebook rarely sits idle. Lots of planning and vision-casting that turns into reality over the months and year. It holds scribbles, notes, sketches, leaves from da Vinci’s vineyard, pigment test scratches (you never know when you hit the jackpot!), quotes, thoughts, to-do lists……🤎 I appreciate and use the bells and whistles of technology, but I will forever be a pen and paper planner, hasher-outer, dreamer, processor, free-spirited list maker.....and THEN I just migh...

My well-worn traveler’s notebook rarely sits idle. Lots of planning and vision-casting that turns into reality over the months and year. It holds scribbles, notes, sketches, leaves from da Vinci’s vineyard, pigment test scratches (you never know when you hit the jackpot!), quotes, thoughts, to-do lists……🤎 I appreciate and use the bells and whistles of technology, but I will forever be a pen and paper planner, hasher-outer, dreamer, processor, free-spirited list maker.....and THEN I just migh...

This group is the cream of the crop! Tonight is the last night of The Cottage Table before we take a break for the summer. ☀️ Our group covers decades in ages...from early 20’s to not early 20’s.😂 As we’ve held space with each other on Wednesday nights we have laughed, shared stories, celebrated and prayed for each other, enjoyed true community, solved most of the world’s problems (we’ll set up a hotline for you to call 😉), relaxed, and knew we belonged...each one of us taking our seat and...

I often set the table with this silver upside down, because the back is so pretty. I grew up eating with this silver….everything from corn flakes to filet mignon. I might have even planted a little plant with the help of a spoon. I remember my grandmother buying this set piece by piece, because it was so expensive, an investment. But with each piece that came home…it was used fully and shared with everyone. I am so thankful that my family has always used all their resources to create beauty a...

Each morning, with coffee cup in hand, I head out and walk through our garden. Starting my day with wonder and finding it always easy to find beauty….some that is only found when intentionally searched for. Making deposits in my memory bank, and also some withdrawals. So much is in bloom right now, and our yard is filled with beautiful aromas. Ligustrum filled the air around the theatre building where Keith & I met…in the spring it’s all you could smell when we stepped out of the backstage do...

Each morning, with coffee cup in hand, I head out and walk through our garden. Starting my day with wonder and finding it always easy to find beauty….some that is only found when intentionally searched for. Making deposits in my memory bank, and also some withdrawals. So much is in bloom right now, and our yard is filled with beautiful aromas. Ligustrum filled the air around the theatre building where Keith & I met…in the spring it’s all you could smell when we stepped out of the backstage do...

Each morning, with coffee cup in hand, I head out and walk through our garden. Starting my day with wonder and finding it always easy to find beauty….some that is only found when intentionally searched for. Making deposits in my memory bank, and also some withdrawals. So much is in bloom right now, and our yard is filled with beautiful aromas. Ligustrum filled the air around the theatre building where Keith & I met…in the spring it’s all you could smell when we stepped out of the backstage do...

Each morning, with coffee cup in hand, I head out and walk through our garden. Starting my day with wonder and finding it always easy to find beauty….some that is only found when intentionally searched for. Making deposits in my memory bank, and also some withdrawals. So much is in bloom right now, and our yard is filled with beautiful aromas. Ligustrum filled the air around the theatre building where Keith & I met…in the spring it’s all you could smell when we stepped out of the backstage do...

Each morning, with coffee cup in hand, I head out and walk through our garden. Starting my day with wonder and finding it always easy to find beauty….some that is only found when intentionally searched for. Making deposits in my memory bank, and also some withdrawals. So much is in bloom right now, and our yard is filled with beautiful aromas. Ligustrum filled the air around the theatre building where Keith & I met…in the spring it’s all you could smell when we stepped out of the backstage do...

I’m still soaking in the serenity of Lake Como from last summer—the way the morning light glistens on the water, the quiet joy of gelato shared with new friends, the sound of laughter echoing through ancient alleys. As we wandered with our beautiful group, I felt it again—that deep exhale this place always gives us. Lake Como isn’t just a destination. It’s a gentle pause, a breath of fresh air in the midst of life’s hustle. It’s a place that welcomes you in like an old friend. With us, you’r...

I’m still soaking in the serenity of Lake Como from last summer—the way the morning light glistens on the water, the quiet joy of gelato shared with new friends, the sound of laughter echoing through ancient alleys. As we wandered with our beautiful group, I felt it again—that deep exhale this place always gives us. Lake Como isn’t just a destination. It’s a gentle pause, a breath of fresh air in the midst of life’s hustle. It’s a place that welcomes you in like an old friend. With us, you’r...

I’m still soaking in the serenity of Lake Como from last summer—the way the morning light glistens on the water, the quiet joy of gelato shared with new friends, the sound of laughter echoing through ancient alleys. As we wandered with our beautiful group, I felt it again—that deep exhale this place always gives us. Lake Como isn’t just a destination. It’s a gentle pause, a breath of fresh air in the midst of life’s hustle. It’s a place that welcomes you in like an old friend. With us, you’r...

I’m still soaking in the serenity of Lake Como from last summer—the way the morning light glistens on the water, the quiet joy of gelato shared with new friends, the sound of laughter echoing through ancient alleys. As we wandered with our beautiful group, I felt it again—that deep exhale this place always gives us. Lake Como isn’t just a destination. It’s a gentle pause, a breath of fresh air in the midst of life’s hustle. It’s a place that welcomes you in like an old friend. With us, you’r...

I’m still soaking in the serenity of Lake Como from last summer—the way the morning light glistens on the water, the quiet joy of gelato shared with new friends, the sound of laughter echoing through ancient alleys. As we wandered with our beautiful group, I felt it again—that deep exhale this place always gives us. Lake Como isn’t just a destination. It’s a gentle pause, a breath of fresh air in the midst of life’s hustle. It’s a place that welcomes you in like an old friend. With us, you’r...

There isn’t anything in our home that doesn’t have a story. You could walk through our home, and without us saying anything or knowing us before—you would know us without words. Artists make marks on paper, and you can often recognize an artist just by seeing their marks. Your home is one of the most important marks you make in your life. On these shelves there are stories for each item, but the crown of thorns from Jerusalem holds the most weight. We used to only take it out of its box durin...

As I was planting in the herb garden this weekend, I remembered my first herb ‘garden’ —- a few pots on the teeny tiny patio outside the ubiquitous apartment sliding glass doors. I had a few pots filled with my favorite herbs and used them daily. It was the only space I had, and I used it. When Keith and I first married we barely had a table that the two of us could sit at…much less others. We still gathered…we used wooden crates, served buffet style, sat around the living room & spilled into...

Palm Sunday. 🌿 A day marked by the One that rode into town not to be recognized and famous, but to be crucified. A life that didn’t scramble for attention or expect to be served, but to serve….us. Humbled. Grateful. Marked by the cross. How we step into our days and serve will either reflect that, or not. ✝️🤎

Palm Sunday. 🌿 A day marked by the One that rode into town not to be recognized and famous, but to be crucified. A life that didn’t scramble for attention or expect to be served, but to serve….us. Humbled. Grateful. Marked by the cross. How we step into our days and serve will either reflect that, or not. ✝️🤎

Palm Sunday. 🌿 A day marked by the One that rode into town not to be recognized and famous, but to be crucified. A life that didn’t scramble for attention or expect to be served, but to serve….us. Humbled. Grateful. Marked by the cross. How we step into our days and serve will either reflect that, or not. ✝️🤎

Imagine this—a crisp breeze carries the scent of roasted chestnuts and coffee through the streets of Manhattan. The city hums with energy—leaves swirling down wide avenues, lights flickering on in shop windows as the sun dips behind skyscrapers. You wrap your scarf a little tighter and smile—because you’re not here to check off tourist stops. You’re here to experience New York City through the eyes of someone who loves it deeply. This is your invitation to slow down and savor. To wander, won...

Imagine this—a crisp breeze carries the scent of roasted chestnuts and coffee through the streets of Manhattan. The city hums with energy—leaves swirling down wide avenues, lights flickering on in shop windows as the sun dips behind skyscrapers. You wrap your scarf a little tighter and smile—because you’re not here to check off tourist stops. You’re here to experience New York City through the eyes of someone who loves it deeply. This is your invitation to slow down and savor. To wander, won...