Happy New Year 2018!

Happy New Year 2018!

Happy New Year, my friends!

Some people have been referencing 2017 as a doozy of a year. And it has been. But like all years it’s had it’s ups and downs. Despite the tragic and challenging things, there have been lots of wonderful things, too! Sometimes the noise of the big, bad things we hear on the news and social media drown out the small, good things in our little lives.

My goal in writing here is to focus on the small and good. To find the intentional things that make our lives beautiful and full. I write my Friday Five post each week to highlight the helpful and encouraging (and funny) articles or podcasts or books or practices that I find. Because people put so much good out into the world if we look for it!

There are huge problems in our world that cannot be fixed easily. I do not hold solutions (nor control) over many of these problems. But I believe that if we focus on the small things that are our responsibility, together we can effect change over big things.

What is our responsibility? Practicing intentionality in parenting our small ones in the hope that they will be people of integrity and love. Living our faith–whatever it may be, so that we can be a light in the world. Making our homes warm and welcoming for the ones who live there and the ones who visit–so that there are small havens of grace and love all over the earth!

These are the things we can do. These are the things I love to read and think and write about. As the mamas, the parents, the homemakers this is our calling: to make the world a better place through daily small actions. Of raising loving human beings and building homes of light and joy.

Here’s to more of all these good things in 2018! (i hope you’ve been thinking of habits to build, too)

And a favorite poem to inspire:

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

—Mary Oliver