Welcome to my journal
There’s a quiet rhythm that moves through our days — one shaped more by light and leaves than clocks and bells.
We’ve been learning to follow it. Not perfectly, not rigidly, but with intention.
In my daily life, seasons shape what we read, what we notice, what we create. There’s no strict plan, only a gentle unfolding.
This blog is a place to share glimpses of that unfolding. I’ll be writing now and then about the art I’m making, the things we’re exploring at home, and the slow rhythm of days built around curiosity, care, and story.
Thank you for being here. Whether you’re raising children, creating something of your own, or simply longing for a slower pace — may you find a soft landing here, season by season.
With warmth and ink,
Sam
A Different Kind of Brave
There’s a part of me that wonders — should I have just let it be?
Let them stay in school. Let them tough it out.
Is it normal, after all, for kids to feel left out sometimes?
To be interrupted by other children’s chaos? To feel unseen in the crowd?
But something in me says no.
Not because I expect perfection.
Not because I want to shield them from all discomfort.
But because I believe in something better.
Better than spending their days managing the moods of others.
Better than learning to shrink to fit into noisy classrooms.
Better than missing their own potential because the environment doesn’t make room for it.
I didn’t choose homeschooling because I was certain.
I chose it because I was listening.
To their tears. To their tiredness.
To the quiet knowing in my chest that said: something needs to change.
And maybe one day we’ll try school again.
Or something else entirely.
But for now, I’ve made this choice not out of fear — but out of fierce love.
Love that says: you don’t have to be small to belong.
Love that says: your needs are worth shaping life around.
Love that says: we can build a home that holds learning, freedom, and peace.
This is not the easy road.
But maybe it's the brave one.
With quiet courage,
Sam