A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.”

~Leo Tolstoy

feeling into this life in my bones….

inquiry for today~ why is it so hopeful to know you are where you’re supposed to be?

going home again….

To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance.

~Oscar Wilde