Nurturing the Physical and Spiritual Through the Seasons...
As the leaves drop to the ground and the air turns crisp, or when the first buds once again begin to form on naked branches, I feel a primal urge to clear, rearrange, and replenish . Fall and Spring—these are the seasons that stir my soul most deeply, each with its own rhythm of renewal. In Fall , the world slows, and so do I. The shortening days beckon me inward, urging a deep clean of my home—dust swept away, clutter banished, and Feng Shui realigned to restore harmony. My space becomes a sanctuary, filled only with items that spark meaning and warmth. Spiritually, this is a time of nesting, of finding solace in the cozy glow of a lamp-lit room, surrounded by treasures that tell my story. My writing, too, takes a quieter turn. The urge to create softens, and I surrender to the pull of novels—stories that whisk me to distant worlds, offering escape from the bitter Prairie winds rattling my windows. Spring , by contrast, is a jubilant awakening. The lengthening d...