Saturday sings her own special song. It's slow, wanders here and there, soothes, heals. Her tempo is independent and carries no hint of a march. It sounds more like the wind and somehow holds the smell of bacon and coffee. Slow, soothing, easy. Irresistible. Currently my dear friend Jayne and her husband Cam are in Lisbon, Portugal and she sent me a slew of amazing photos this morning. I scrolled through them, taking it all in and some travel-type bug began crawling through m

Lately I've been thinking a lot about whimsy, wonder, and duty. Those three words don't necessarily jive do they? Duty leaves little room...

Hello tea. You are lovely and warm. Soothing. Your only demand is to sip slowly and I love your for it. Thank you. I'm not sure I want to...