Live Simply. Love Deeply.

Crunchy Leaves There are few things in this world that give me instant satisfaction and joy.  One of those things is Americanos. No surprise there; anyone who knows me at all knows my love and appreciation of a good Americano/French press/cup of joe.  But a much smaller audience knows my love for the other thing that brings me instant joy and a happy heart-crunchy leaves. Have you ever seen a dried out, fall colored leaf ahead and had that strange, child-like desire wash over you to run up to it (as if you were racing someone else who had that same desire, or like you were somehow sneaking up to it and catching it off guard...) and jump on it? Or better, slowly step down on top of it just to lengthen that amazing sound?  I experienced that for the first time this season last night. It was delightful. Everyone knows that once Starbucks starts selling their pumpkin spice lattes that its the official first sign of fall, but for me (although, those lattes are a second...

My Dystopian Canvas After years of contemplating whether I should get a blog or not, I finally dove in. To be honest with you, blogs have always intimidated me. I'm not really sure why. Maybe it's because I'm afraid of sounding like a dufas. Or, maybe it's because I feel like I don't really have a lot to share that's exciting enough to make into a final draft. You see, I'm an editor at heart. There is always something to change, always something to correct, and always something to make better. And, quite honestly, I make a lot of mistakes in life. Which is why creating a blog is maybe intimidating to me. Because that way, everyone and there cat will be able to see how messed up my life is. And I'm not a huge fan of people psychoanalyzing my life. But, perhaps this is what life is really about. Allowing the people around you to see inside your life; letting them in and sharing life together, as a body, much like how God intended his bride to be.   Li...