Before The Wind Sings Summer
Jann Warner
Sometimes the most sacred thing we can do is pause between seasons, to float a little longer in the light before the wind sings summer.
Sometimes the most sacred thing we can do is pause between seasons, to float a little longer in the light before the wind sings summer.
Grateful for mornings of mist, lavender, dragonflies, and quite miracles. A reminder to pause, breathe, and say yes to love, life, and renewal.
A whimsical, wise reflection on time with ticking clocks, cosmic pauses, and learning to receive life’s sacred moments rather than race through them.
A heartfelt tribute to my mom, Freesia May — her wisdom, grace, and zest for life remind us it’s never too late to bloom. The best is yet to be.
I haven't baked bread in a while. Grab your apron and join me in the kitchen as we bake and break bread together. I would love your company. Oh, please pick up some fresh farm...
"One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" spoke the first person to ever walk on the moon. Do small 'everyday' actions actually make a difference?
