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    SOME LITTLE AND BIG UPDATES

    So I’ve not been hyper active around here and wasn’t too sure how to get back into blogging. I’ve decided to simply give you all a little update on what’s been going on in my life: My internet and physical dwelling places are starting to feel a little more like home. Books are sprawled a little bit everywhere and I just love that my apartment is finally feeling lived in.¬†Also, the amazing Erica Tighe from Be a Heart¬†has created a lovely logo for the blog. It’s just what I wanted for this space. Something pretty, but simple, and not frilly. I hope you all like the new logo and it…

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    MOMENTS FROM MY WEEKEND

    This weekend I went out to the country to spend time with my parents. They’ve lived in their current home for 25 years. I never knew any other home until I moved out for university. To say I am attached to their house and the community is a vulgar understatement. My roots are here. When I feel lost, I have always been extremely blessed in being able to return home to people who know me and love me and find a place where the workd stops tuening so fast. That yummy ice cream for instance, was served to us desite the general store being closed on Saturday afternoon. My mom…

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    MORNING AND EVENING ROUTINE

    I struggle to get enough sleep. In the morning I justify extra time in bed with my actual need for more than 6 hours of sleep. At night, I justify putting off bed time with my interminable to-do list or simply numbing my mind with screen time. I don’t know about you, but this kind of routine is really bleak and depressing to me. It lacks of purpose and beauty. Around the beginning of Lent this past year I started reflecting how my then unestablished morning and evening routines were affecting my spiritual life. I really wanted to start living out my heroic minute (the minute where you fight your…

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    pretty in pink

    This pink silk kimono is a gift from my sweet mother and I stole the straw hat from my gardening father. They’re both oh so pretty. I miss my parents terribly and have the kimono and hat hanging on my closet door in Ottawa. They don’t let me take many pictures of them, so it’s nice to have a visual reminder of some sort. Two weekends ago I went to the tulip festival, one of Ottawa’s highlights. It did my soul so much good seeing all of those pretty flowers. It’s so easy to get caught up in your head with your own little thoughts. Nature is often the best…