Healing Homescaping

24/08/2026

The amount of rest my body needs is not socially acceptable.

And I don’t care. It’s absolutely necessary. We are not the machines that this culture tricks us into believing we are.

We are not meant to have our cycles interrupted and ruled by a 9 to 5 existence. We are wholly human and our bodies are infinitely wise.

In a crazy world where we are told that rest is something to be earned, not a normal and essential human function, it gets labeled as lazy or unproductive.

It is not.

Rest, women. Not because you’ve earned it. You don’t even have to explain why you need to rest or to have it validated.

There’s nothing like falling into the soft realm of stillness and the healing and protective quiet of closed eyes and the decadence of sleep.

Now take a nap already.

22/08/2026

21/08/2026

Thank goodness for beauty and light as we live our days.

14/08/2026

Mornings are so good.

10/08/2026

August morning brewing.

10/08/2026

When it doesn’t flow.

There have been so many feelings this week. It’s getting dark now and I’ve been out here with my notebook for over an hour. I can feel what wants to come out and I can feel the blood pulsing through me and I can feel a subtle buzzing in my cells and something ancient and mysterious in my bones.

The disappointment and borderline grief of not being able to express what’s living and brewing inside of me.

It’s getting even darker now and the crickets and cicadas are like alarms reminding me that I’m running out of time.

Whatever this is, it is something and nothing, entirely.

04/08/2026

Just matching my clothes and my soul with my home decor and watching myself age the way I want to.

03/08/2026

It’s just the night creeping in.

26/07/2026

I like the windows open year round ok?

It feels mandatory. I like outside air. I need the energy and flow of the weather in my home.

On hot and humid mornings like this, I wake up to condensation on the glass surfaces.

On bitter cold mornings I wake up to a waft of chilly air coming from the open window in my bedroom and I feel so soothed.

I acknowledged what a privilege it is to have the luxury of being protected from the elements while at the same time enjoying their essence.

This is just another rule I’ve broken in my pursuit of a life that aligns with my own essence and energy.

No more frantic men commanding me to close the window! The AC is on! The heat is on! Their logic is understandable and boring.

The windows have now dried, and as I leave the porch for another cup of coffee I say a quiet prayer for the next man who tells me to close a window.