cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
On the morning before the rest of our group arrives, Tracy and I follow Google Maps through the twisting, narrow, congested streets of old Istanbul to a cafe I’ve found. I want a famous Turkish breakfast spread. The kind with multiple breads, meats, cheeses, olives, honeys, and jams. The kind that makes you linger into…
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If there is anywhere on earth a lover of God who is always kept safe, I know nothing of it, for it was not shown to me. But this was shown: that in falling and rising again we are always kept in that same precious love. — Julian of Norwich The whole world closes in…
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I’m finding myself in a strange sort of liminal space as I await the birth of my daughter. She’s with us, but not quite here. We’re standing at the threshold of what will be, counting down the days until we can fully step into this new season of life.
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