anchoring traditions

In a time such as this, we find it so important to shape the narrative of our homes. There is a level of responsibility we’ve had to take when it comes to cultivating faith. It felt as if we were sojourning through foreign lands, and yet, I believe there are timeless truths and principles that govern all of life. I think that it’s in taking time to ponder and wonder truth that our journey begins.

An earnest desire to weave together an authentic integration of life and learning is what initially inspired our desire to seek truth with all our hearts. Simple as it sounds, it has been marred by the cheap cynicism of our times. As we come to terms with the reality of influence in the lives of our growing humans, we continue onward in our own search for understanding and it anchors us.

The journey of reaching down deep into our hearts to meditate on all things lovely and noble begins with the dance of an open mind*.

I wasn’t feeling well on Maundy Thursday and didn’t get around to making hot cross buns when she pulled out the recipe and began to make these on her own.

She may have been helping bake for a long time now, but it was really touching to see her take initiative. She even asked to borrow my camera for the shot of the spices below.

I hope we learn to measure our strength by the ability to practice kindness and gentleness in the hard moments.

Over the years, our faith has most certainly be tested and we have had to decide for ourselves what it is we believe.

I see such timelessness in the way we wait for spring despite its tardiness, Dillon’s eagerness to see that first crocus or daffodil, But as for us, we are awaiting that first violet still. on this Resurrection Weekend.

While we wait, we will make it our ambition to lead a quiet life of working with our hands, baking bread and dying eggs the slow way we have done for years.

And we shall continue to rise early on such a special Sunday to remember the beauty of promises kept and timeless mysteries that unfurl before us day in and day out. The deepest of magic that tells of death being overcome with life and newness as light invades the dark.

*The peace I am thinking of is the dance of an open mind when it engages another equally open one. -Toni Morrison