spring things

(My gluten-free carrot cake extravaganza, a charming set of petite wooden eggs, and a pair of little egg friends– made with these)

A recent trip back to a place I call home again reacquainted me with what really matters. The sun finally did come out, and we were all reminded of the importance of looking outwards, and upwards. Because after so much darkness, there is always new light, and with hope and new growth, the future looks bright! Let's remember to stop and enjoy the sweet. 

"When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including my fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up." 

–C.S. Lewis

our hills

From the Chronicle Books archives, The Hills of San Francisco, © 1959, by The Chronicle Publishing Company.

"Any hill is home, as long as it has a view. And to everybody in every section of the city, there is "Our hill," no matter how slight its eminence, no matter whether it has a name or not. In San Francisco, a hill need be no more than a state of mind, affording a slight rise to the spirits, a fresh outlook on the life that parades in the streets below..."

-Herb Caen

The hills I climb here are as sublime as they are steep, and when I reach the top, I take solace in my proximity to the sky, and in the breeze in my hair; the feeling of being both here, and everywhere. Yet is this home? Not quite. Impermanence takes its toll these days, and I cannot help but think about all that I left behind. 

What do we talk about when we talk about a home?

sweet sentiments

I recently acquired this precious trio of miniature letterpress quotation books, brought to the world by OrangeArt. I love their intimacy and simplicity–perfect pocket-sized antidotes to soothe a bout of homesickness, heartache, or negatvitiy.


"Love the moment and the energy of that moment will spread beyond all boundaries."

–Sister Corita Kent