A     S   U   N   D   A   Y     S   U   P   P   E   R

a sweet little gathering occurred this past sunday evening as family gathered around a table to homemade fare, old wooden chairs, & talks of travels and futures. the children searched the grass for tiny wild strawberries as the fare was prepared and brought out to the wood we so dearly called a table. we celebrated the beautiful existence of our dear father, who, sitting at the head of the table, joyfully watched his children and grandchildren as they communed and celebrated. 

'twas a simple evening, just as it should be. soft baby cries, sweet wind, and pleasant conversation. sunday evenings are for this :: a restful stance of spirit, a peace overwhelming, and lovely meals shared by loved ones. 

B   R   E   A   K   F   A   S   T
whether it is a croissant & a coffee at your favourite café or a lighthearted poached egg over a few asparagus stalks eaten within the walls of your own kitchen, let it be a cherished and delicate way of being and spending the mornings hours. 
the morning is such a sweet, simple time and it calls for tender mannerisms and soft sound. leave the windows open to hear the rain, take a pen and draw a tree branch, let the sounds and smells of the early morning gently drift all around you. 
the morning hours hold an easiness to them, a quietness in the air that cannot be found at any other hour of the day. so let the first meal in the morning be that of one that is cultivated with softhearted blinking of eyes, cooked with the light scrambling of eggs and roasting of fruit, and spoken with aromatic words to those around you. 

B   R   E   A   K   F   A   S   T

whether it is a croissant & a coffee at your favourite café or a lighthearted poached egg over a few asparagus stalks eaten within the walls of your own kitchen, let it be a cherished and delicate way of being and spending the mornings hours. 

the morning is such a sweet, simple time and it calls for tender mannerisms and soft sound. leave the windows open to hear the rain, take a pen and draw a tree branch, let the sounds and smells of the early morning gently drift all around you. 

the morning hours hold an easiness to them, a quietness in the air that cannot be found at any other hour of the day. so let the first meal in the morning be that of one that is cultivated with softhearted blinking of eyes, cooked with the light scrambling of eggs and roasting of fruit, and spoken with aromatic words to those around you. 

T  H  U  R  S  D  A  Y 
a day once thought mundane, but a day soon turned unbelievably lovely. the gentle conversation of a dear sister; an enrichment of soul beyond comprehension. it is the passing forth of ideas, the wistful tossing of letters that creates in me a tender joy for this day. the hunt for greenery to hang on the wall so as to fill the room with the sweet aroma of dewed grass and ancient trees. an evening so enchanting with crisp spring air as two women stand under the night sky and speak of the man created for each of them - bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. my grey sweater reclining quietly on my shoulders and her hand resting gently on her unborn child. 
let every thursday overflow with quiet conversation, authentic sociality, and a tender & humble spirit within you. 

T  H  U  R  S  D  A  Y 

a day once thought mundane, but a day soon turned unbelievably lovely. the gentle conversation of a dear sister; an enrichment of soul beyond comprehension. it is the passing forth of ideas, the wistful tossing of letters that creates in me a tender joy for this day. the hunt for greenery to hang on the wall so as to fill the room with the sweet aroma of dewed grass and ancient trees. an evening so enchanting with crisp spring air as two women stand under the night sky and speak of the man created for each of them - bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. my grey sweater reclining quietly on my shoulders and her hand resting gently on her unborn child. 

let every thursday overflow with quiet conversation, authentic sociality, and a tender & humble spirit within you. 

welcome to folk and feather ::

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| it is here that i shall share the wanderings of my feet, the mountains & valleys of my faith, and the simple & delicate beauty that i find in the people and places around me |