It’s getting hard to ignore the dark that is rising outside our door.
Running the trails with people who care is truly the best kind of race.
My access has changed with time,
but my love for this view goes ever on.
Our work of transactional hospitality has come to the end.
Happy Birthday! to the dad of my boys who sketch cake and make it too.
I drew a bright line on our Airbnb calendar and tonight we’re crossing over!
Memories spill from the patterns of these fall days and I am awash in grace.
It is easier to see the way
when looking back
but on we go.