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

Slow Days, Full Hearts
I’ve been moving slowly — not by choice, but by need. And yet this weekend, in the midst of tiredness, I found something gentle: a quiet kind of joy. We didn’t do much, but we were together. Laughing, resting, noticing. This is a small story about healing, softness, and the kind of motherhood that happens not in the doing, but in the being.