This time of year always carries memory for me. Today, on a date that was already marked quietly in my calendar, a robin arrived in the garden. He wasnโt dramatic. He didnโt stay long. He simply landed on the fence while I was planting bulbs โ small hopeful things pressed into cold soil โ and… Continue reading Robin โ Holding Both
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Midwinter Thaw
This card arrived quietly, somewhere between frost and movement. The garden still looks bare at first glance, but when I slow down and really look, there are signs everywhere. Buds forming on branches. Bulbs I planted back in autumn pushing up their first small green shoots. A reminder that what looked still was never dead… Continue reading Midwinter Thaw
Art Cards for the Turning Year
โ a creative practice for marking the year as it unfolds For years, Iโve tried to keep a bullet journal. I loved the idea of it โ the neat calendars, the trackers, the promise of reflection โ but in reality, I mostly just made the pages. I didnโt return to them, didnโt use them in… Continue reading Art Cards for the Turning Year