Be Gentle.

This sweet little image was when my niece visited the farm recently. Our days old chicks were too adorable to just look at, but when her two year old hands would squeeze a little too tightly, her sweet mama would say kindly, “be gentle”.

Be gentle.

It’s a message we all need to remember when dealing with others, with life, with creatures, with our earth. Be gentle.

It’s a simple call to consider – are the words, the actions, the choices I’m making squeezing a little too hard for the fragile, delicate life in our grasp? Let’s be a little kinder, a little softer, a little more conscious of our impact, shall we?


The Richness of Non-doing

“I’ve basically forgotten how to tap into the richness of ‘non-doing.'” – Josh Radnor. 

When people visit my home, they will often remark, “it’s so peaceful”. It somehow feels clean to them, like a retreat. I have always assumed it was simply because it wasn’t their mess and joke it off. But, my home IS peaceful and I think it’s as much a result of what I DO, as what I “undo” on a regular basis.

Roses, peace, take time to smell the rosesWith all the Marie Kondo craze and organizing hacks on social media, I know we are all seeking control, peace, joy in our homes….even if it means cleaning out the closet or office to try and find it. Side note, not to brag here, but I think I was Kondo before there was one. I have nailed the concept of editing what does not bring joy or is not useful anymore. It’s part of why my home feels peaceful. It’s a good rule of thumb, but not the whole solution.

My mantra at home has always been to reduce “quiet noise”. What is that? It’s stuff that visually clutters my life so that I can’t think straight. It is the piles of papers on and under the desk, the 24 pairs of shoes I trip over at the front door. There is no voice, but believe me when I say, it screams! You know what I’m talking about.

You might say I take a graphic design approach to my home – I seek the white space, the less is more version. I don’t have appliances on every square inch of my kitchen counter top. I rotate my special “things” seasonally so I can use them and see them, but not have everything out at once. In this way – by the “undoing” of something on every surface, the refrigerator, the desk, the walls…I have created a space to breath. To allow a moment without noise. That’s my way, it doesn’t mean it’s your way. But there is something more to this striving.

It occurs to me that the “fads” of organizing and living in our homes from Hygge to Kondo, Container Store to Ikea, and the seeking of perfect spaces, is really a symptom. We are stressed, our lives are filled with messages, news, sound bytes, something hanging on every surface of our thoughts and heart. We are overrun by quiet noise. Our souls don’t have an ounce of “white space” to just rest, day dream, imagine….let alone read, learn, experience. When I am restless or stuck or have a moment pause between things, that mindless reach for the phone to check my feed or texts, is part of the problem. (I know, here I am a marketing gal, writing a blog and sharing it on social, talking about it.. don’t look at me like that.😎.)

We have to be honest though. We don’t have peace because we are seeking it in things, accomplishments, organized spaces, affirmation, projects, bins and lists. Think about it – peace is often depicted with images like a green pasture, like a lamb…gentle, sweet, soft, with bird song, flowers, quiet lapping ripples on water. We long for this peace and look for it by “doing” something. What we need to relearn is the art of “non-doing”.

I’m not talking about zoning out in front of the television (noise!). I’m talking about walking the dog, taking time to drive in quiet and just think, sit and read a book, write in a journal, look at the view from your windows, sit on the good furniture…in your front room. Non-doing is ok but we just aren’t allowing ourselves to stop long enough to realize that your dreams, ideas, imagination can’t be heard over the quiet noise in our souls.

We need to take control and allow space. Space to literally smell the roses…leave the head phones off and take a walk, listen to your favorite album, sip the special wine, turn the TV off, rest.

Maybe this is why the Bible says, “Be still and know that I am God”. But being still is hard. It requires “non-doing”. We can not possibly hear, see or taste how sweet true peace is without sitting still.

After all, we can’t really hear anything, when everything is screaming.


Play with your food

We are set for a hot stretch and one of my favorite ways to stay cool and hydrated is to infuse water in the fridge.

Some of my favorites are rosemary and lemon, lemon and ginger, berries and lime, basil and lemon and I’m testing a new one…red grapes and lemon. I’ll let you know how it tastes.

Go ahead, play with your food.


Transitioning to life on the farm

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Never a lack of work on the farm

Life on the farm is busy. But it’s amazing.

Let me first start by saying, we both work in the city, so we commute an hour and 15 minutes each way on the train to work and are in the thick of downtown Seattle by day, and take that same commute each evening to the heart of pure country by night.

It’s different in the country. It’s dark, it’s quiet. Except for the sound of frog song, wind in the trees and a faint din of traffic in the distance. I’m not sure you can ever escape that in the Seattle area. But it’s peaceful and there is a sort of zen that takes over you when you are here. It feels like home.

Our farm is just under 5 acres, in Enumclaw, with a peek-a-boo view of Mt. Rainer. So it’s not a large farm, but it’s a beautiful place to land. In our first 12 weeks on our farm, we have built a chicken coop and raised 7 baby chicks to hens (no eggs yet), added a farm dog (full Pyrenese puppy) to watch over us and adopted 4 nigerian dwarf goats. In two weeks, we are picking up a couple of barn cats to help keep the mouse population at bay in our feed “barn”. Suffice it to say that our two Westie dogs who have had the world centered around them are figuring out how much bigger that world is than they thought…I’m not sure they love it, but they will come along. And they are the only ones allowed in the house, so they are still top dogs.

There is never a lack of work to do, but it doesn’t feel like “work” – it’s just what you do. Our routine has changed significantly and I can tell you, there is a whole lot less TV in our life than there was a few months ago. I have already seen my waistline shrinking and my stamina building. It’s good work, hard work, but good.

I hope you’ll come along as I share this journey of our life on the farm and transitioning to this little piece of heaven on earth. I hope it will be a place you can enjoy with us and be blessed by.


Goat Errrrrrrr.

We were not seriously looking, but one day at the train station a lady is recommending a realtor to me. So we end up meeting her in Enumclaw, Washington to look at a house with land on a fluke. There was an instant connection. Fast forward 12 weeks and we are sitting in our new home, all settled on just shy of 5 acres, peering out at the sunset over the lower pasture and blueberry patch.

Dreams of flowers, fruit, vegetables and plans for our goat herd are in motion. Sleep comes easy with the quiet, dark country setting and things just feel right.

I am a goat errrrrr and so grateful for the many blessings in our life. I work in Seattle and get to come home every night to the country and check on my 7 hens and dogs, the garden, the home.

Amazing! I am a lucky, lucky girl!!!


Awakening the Dreamer

86345d893e8c92606e46b12773d84e152017 was an interesting year. I received pay checks from three different companies, my hubby finished his Masters degree, he changed jobs, I changed jobs, then changed again….it’s been interesting. Defining and fulfilling, but interesting.

The thing is, in 2017, I changed. Truly, deeply changed. I was re-introduced to the real me, the “old me”.  After a big hit to my pride and paycheck, I was laid off in the holiday season of 2016 from a company and job that nearly sucked the life out of me. I let the stress, hours and challenge eat me alive. I changed. I was a shell of myself and no fun to be around. Frankly, I let the job redefine me and am just grateful for the people I still am friends with from that role. I was not a great person to be around, I know it.

So, getting “laid off” was a gift. Sounds cheesy and forced, but sincerely, the months of severance was just what I needed. I was paid to grieve, be angry, read, sulk, pray, study, contemplate and heal. I took classes, learned new skills, slept…a lot. The amount of sleep over those months was surprising. I organized, puttered and learned to feel again. I enjoyed coffee, the garden, the weather, my life again. I began to feel again and just in time for the final payment of severance, I had a new job offer. Perfect.

Now I know if you have never been through this, you may be thinking, “this is all very melodramatic.”  Perhaps. But I can tell you, as cheeky as it sounds, this valley has led me to the best high I have seen in a long, long time.

I have vision. I have reignited dreams. I have begun to be vulnerable again. I miss people, friends, my family. I want time with people over everything else. I miss the church. I want to belong. I have balance. I love, feel, yearn. I want to pursue the dream that has been in my heart for years and I feel strong and brave enough to do so for the first time in years.

The dreamer is awakened!  I have a feeling 2018 is going to be amazing.



Standing Out.

I don’t look that different, I have worked at the same places with hundreds and thousands of other people in a field that has probably millions of employees world-wide. I’ve tidied my resume just so as the recruiter suggested, I’ve studied the job descriptions and the company. I know how to answer your questions. So how do you choose? What makes me so special?

I’m bad ass. I’m me and there’s only one of those! Standing out means being yourself.