Hello, beautiful souls, I'm going to play with offering a Sunday Post. An email or blog post of inspired goodness for you each week, something to help lift you up and hopefully feel less alone. I love Sunday's. They are so quiet. And today we had the privilege of some sunlight peeking through after the … Continue reading The Sunday Post: You are enough.
"You are a brave soul," she said. And something within me sat upright & at attention, so now I want to share with you that you are a brave soul too. These are the words down a blank sheet of paper upon returning home from an acupuncture appointment. I can still see the desk … Continue reading You are a brave soul.
I glance at the peony on the window sill, and admire its loveliness. It is a large bloom, a light and delicate shade of pink in color. I've known others to rave about peonies but I never quite understood. Perhaps because of never actually seen one in real life. Now I get it, I think … Continue reading For the love of peonies.
A blog post I wrote a year ago that was never published...my intention is the same, pure and true. And yes, it is true...our deepest pain often does hold our greatest treasure. May you enjoy and be blessed as you read every word. Much love to you, Caitlin . . . As I set out … Continue reading Thank you for honoring my story.
From March, this past spring... A lovely moment to bring you some peace and uplifting ease. Much love to you, now and always, Caitlin . . . Sitting on the floor today with Dino, one leg bent, the other outstretched--Dino snuggled up in the little crook of my knee, sweet eyes looking up at me. … Continue reading Sweet little bird.
Hi, my name is Caitlin and I've loved journaling all my life. I love the way when I sit down and write, I always discover something new about myself. And I always seem to find a trusted friend who is always there for me. Someone who listens and who can always understand. When my … Continue reading A welcome post for you.
I just came in from sitting outside a bit ago... I was sitting on the bench out front where my dad and I used to sit on summer afternoons, watching the sprinklers come on. (If you've known me for very long you probably know the story behind this. If not, you can read it here: … Continue reading Sacred moments.