On the edge of Waterloo county resting sedately on a knoll, is an old stone house looking out towards the Grand River. This stone house and farm have been in my husband’s family for years. We have been graced to call this place home for the last thirty years. Our best crop has been our four children.
After years of immersing myself in raising and educating our family, the proverbial nest has slowing been emptying, opening up space for me to fill with other pursuits. Both writing and photography have been knit into my everyday living since I was very young. Sharing them is both a bit of a dream and a bit of a nightmare. But living small and in fear shrivels up a life.
My thoughts are musings on God, aging, family, and simply living. My shelves are lined with books, my baskets are brimming with skeins of yarn, my closet shelves are stacked with apparel, my cellar shelves are chock full of home canning – all testaments to my inclinations. I have recently completed a training program for spiritual directors. I regularly lace up my running shoes and find the rhythmic sound of my footfalls and breathing as well as the close proximity to nature to be a place of creativity and inspiration. Jaunts to my tiny local thrift store provide easy therapy.
Our journeys are not solitary affairs. As I share bits of my journey with you, I hope you will be enticed to look more closely, listen more attentively, and live with abandon.
May God’s peace rest on your journey.
Judy Mae Naomi