For most of my adult life, whenever I started a blog or built a website, it came with a purpose — usually a business one. I’ve been a wedding photographer and a wedding florist, and those creative roles brought me joy. But behind every post, there was always a bit of pressure: to grow, to promote, to sell.
This time is different.
I don’t have anything to sell here. No products, no services. Just a quiet little corner of the internet where I can share what I see, what I notice, and what brings me peace. I spend a lot of time observing the natural world — watching bees in the squash blossoms, listening to the trees, paying attention to the little things most people rush past. And I’ve found that these small moments help me feel more rooted and calm.
I suppose I could write all this in a private journal. But something about sharing it here feels more meaningful — maybe because I grew up online, and this format feels familiar. Or maybe because hitting “publish” holds me gently accountable to keep noticing, keep writing, keep being present.
Mostly, I just love to write. I love taking photos of the wild world I live in. And I want a space outside of homemaking and motherhood that’s just for me — creative, quiet, and slow.
If someone else happens to read along and finds a bit of peace here, then that’s a beautiful thing. And if not, that’s okay too. This will still be a soft place for me to land — a peaceful record of a life lived close to the ground.
