A cancelled football match, a crumbly piece of cake, and the difference between being busy, rushed, and really stressed. On Sunday evening, I watched an old television series instead of football. I love this series because I watched it when I was 13 or 14 years old. It brings me back to my childhood. My…
Sometimes a conversation about cooking quietly becomes a conversation about rest, family, and the comfort of knowing exactly how you like things. Some conversations never stay on the topic where they begin. This one started with the summer heat. Babette was tired, the weather was heavy, and everyone was hoping a storm would finally cool…
I closed my eyes for a conversation about rest and found a private beach where time does not exist, potatoes whisper, and nobody asks what we are having for dinner. Before this conversation, I had written honestly about how bad I had been feeling. Pressure had been building since November. The Mayor knew some of…
How a full weekend, an afternoon nap, a bike ride, and a quiet evening on the sofa reveal what real rest looks like. Sometimes a conversation begins with one question and quietly answers another. This one started with “rest in a busy life.” But beneath that was something more familiar: how do you keep going…
