Apartment Tour: Dining Room

It’s week 2 of the Apartment Tour, and as promised, here is the world’s cutest dining table. Seriously. It’s adorable.

Retro Red Formica Kitchen Table

It called to me one day when I was listing furniture on FB Marketplace and I.could.not.resist. The joys and dangers of being able to make your own design decisions are that you might end up with an original cherry red formica table sitting in your house as you get rid of everything around it in preparation for downsizing.

No regrets.

I LOVE this table. I’ll post more pictures on Instagram and Facebook this week and talk about the different steps I experimented with to bring her back to shining glory, because she is so adorable she needed her own photo shoot. 

On to the rest of the Dining Room Design!

Storage was key here to make both the kitchen and dining room work. I had measured ahead of time and was pretty sure three of the Ikea Hejne shelving sets from my old basement would fit well across the back wall of my new dining room, but I was still a little nervous when it came time to actually assemble them.

They are within a half inch of the molding on either side!!! so perfect! It’s like they’re made for the little nook here. I was positively giddy when we slid it into place.

My step dad finishing up dining room shelf assembly on Moving Day.

It’s taken me arranging and rearranging a few times in order to find a placement that fits my “functional, but make it pretty” aesthetic, but it’s getting there. 

As with most of my spaces, lighting and plants are my biggest go-to for making things pretty. I added an antique red lamp (passed down to my kids from their great grand-parents) and put it on the same remote as the kitchen ambient light, so I can easily turn them all on/off at once. The white bins really streamline what could be a cluttered look and are currently taming everything from snacks to canned goods, and less frequently used baking tools and pans. They are a mix of Ikea and Bed Bath and Beyond, which are nearly identical, other than the handle shape, which is low key driving me insane. My next step will be labelling everything, but I’m waiting to see if my arrangement sticks, especially though the addition of more back-to-school snack storage. I’m past the climbing toddler stage, so I didn’t even bracket the shelves to the wall, making this freestanding unit a totally rental-friendly storage solution for us. 

My other favorite rental-friendly find for this space were the curtain rods. Nothing warms up a space like curtains, but I’m trying to avoid a day full of patching holes from molly screws when we move, so I went hunting for non-traditional curtain hanging options. I found some hardware that hang from existing blind mounts (which I used in another room) and some that tension mount inside a window opening, but I really wanted to maximize the width of the window opening here, so I wanted something I could hang wider than the window.

Enter the “Easy Install” curtain rod. They hang with two little nails per bracket, so I can hang them anywhere I want, without needing buckets of spackle when they come down. About the easiest curtain installation I’ve ever had. I’m a happy girl. I found mine on Amazon, but I’ve also seen “Fast Fit” easy install brackets from Walmart, which seem to be about the same thing.

two little nails per bracket to hang these curtains. that’s it!

I gave the dated chandelier a quick, free, mini make-under (before and after pictures to come on Instagram and Facebook) and everything else was repurposed from other spaces in my house, which helped balance out the cost of the room, after buying the table, curtain rods and storage boxes. 

I’m loving how the storage shelves make the kitchen and dining room functional, while giving me a place to display some sentimental treasures, like my daughter’s New Better Homes and Garden’s Cookbook, displayed next to her great-grandmother’s vintage Betty Crocker cookbook, bridged with the rolling pin my mother gave me, and several generations of pyrex. 

cookbooks, old and new

Functional, but make it pretty. And sentimental. 

What are your favorite kitchen/dining room storage solutions in your spaces, or that you’ve seen someone else use? I’d love to hear!

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Apartment Tour – First Stop: Kitchen!

Happy Monday!

Our first stop on my New Apartment Tour is the kitchen, for a couple reasons:

First, it’s one of the few spaces that are basically done. 🙂

Second, it was one of the most important spaces for me to set up in order to feel like I had a functional living space.

Third, I ended up spending SO MUCH LESS than I first thought I would, and I’m super happy about that.

When I came to the showing for this apartment a couple months ago, the kitchen was fine.  Worn and dated…but fine. Cramped…but fine. The cabinet door tones didn’t match each other…totally fine. Don’t get me started on the metal blinds apartment builders love to put on every window that attract grime and rust and sound like a plane crash when you try to open or close them. But it was fine.

I basically hated it.

I went home and scoured Pinterest for inspiration and read some really good advice about not fighting the space that you have, but instead seeking ways to work to with it, so, naturally, after seeing the 80s/90’s counters and cabinetry, with builder’s beige walls, I immediately thought:

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A 1950’s Kitschy Bake Shop!

(Full Disclosure: this vision was likely largely fueled as justification to buy the world’s most adorable vintage kitchen table, that had been staring out at me from FB marketplace, begging to be mine.  ugh. Seeing other people’s stuff is such a dangerous side effect of selling your stuff there!!!)

So, anyway, pre-moving in, I planned out how to execute my kitschy kitchen dreams, renter-friendly style.

I had shopping carts filled all over (virtual) town with the peel and stick tile I would lay in a checkerboard pattern on the floor and as a backsplash, the best reviewed waterproof contact paper I would use to cover the brown countertops, the fabric I was going to line the cabinets with when I took the mismatched doors off. Oh, and the world’s smallest, most adorable toaster oven. In candy apple red. of course.

Admittedly, there were a couple problems with this plan –

– I HATE installing contact paper/removable wall paper. I’ve used it in cabinets, on a wall and on stair risers among other places in my last house, but it.is.a.pain.in.the.butt to install, especially for those of us that failed cutting in Kindergarten and never quite recovered. 

-My virtual carts for the kitchen alone were starting to total more than my budget for the whole apartment.

-and the toaster got horrible reviews. 

And, even as I dreamed of all the changes, I knew there was a high chance of it just looking like a bad halloween costume plastered over the existing space.

One morning as I was packing up to move, I sent my daughter on a mission to roam through the house and take stock of anything that would fit the robin’s egg blue, turquoise, and red color scheme I planned on using for my kitschy kitchen design.

On her list was a giant framed picture of a camera that came to me as a cast-off from a conference and had traveled around my office, living room and dining room over the years. I wasn’t sure I had a good space for it in the apartment until I saw it on my daughter’s list, and realized the size could be perfect as a dramatic statement for the kitchen’s back wall.

I looked around for what else I still had that could fit the new space and found that my old entry rug was the perfect width for the kitchen floor.

Maybe I didn’t need hundreds of dollars of vintage floral oil cloth, rolls of contact paper and checkerboard flooring. (“Maybe Christmas, the grinch thought, didn’t come from a store..”)

On moving day, the rug was one of the first things I put in place. It immediately softened the bland, hard tile. The picture went up soon after, filling the back wall and only leaving an easily patched small nail hole to take care of when I move again.

Walls? check. Floors? check. 

I still had every intention of pulling the doors off the cabinets and a small part of me was holding onto the idea of covering over the brown countertops, but it was getting somewhere.

In the meantime, I moved a wood and burlap table lamp into the corner for some soft lighting. I am a HUGE proponent of multiple light sources. (read: practically obsessive about multiple light sources) My sister and I know we’ve reached our design goals when our spaces have “the glow.”  I originally grabbed the lamp from a box as a place holder, thinking I was going to want something just a little shorter, but I ended up loving how the colors worked with the counters and how the height made the cabinets seem a little taller. 

I wanted a few more points of light, (did I mention the need for multiple types of light???) especially over the sink, but I also wanted to limit the amount of patch and paint work we need to do when moving out, so hanging lighting from the ceiling was off-limits.  I also wasn’t willing to lose any more precious counter space, so the answer needed to be easily removable, suspended and sturdy.

I have a few plug in lighting options, so looked around for something that could lay across the two upper cabinets on either side of the sink that could support a hanging light.

I tried a ladder leftover over from an old bunk bed, but it was too wide. Then a cheap curtain rod, but it was too flimsy.

I was up design creek without a paddle. 

That would be funny if you knew my solution was a paddle – or, more accurately, an old wooden oar.

(ok, so it’s still not funny.)

Yep, even after multiple decluttering efforts, I still have not one, but TWO old wooden oars.

One of them proved the perfect size to stretch across the gap above the sink, allowing me the space for a plug-in pendant light PLUS two hanging globes that used to hang in my bedroom window. (Our brains love things grouped in threes!)

Hello glow!

Because the theme of the space is now “easy and already owned”, I hung the globes by just knotting the ropes, and the pendant light with a simple carabiner.

None of these knots would have passed my sailing course test, but they do the job.

I filled the globes with a few herbs from my garden. I’ve only used them for air plants before, so I’m not sure how potted plants will do, but I added some pebbles for drainage, and mint and rosemary tend to be fairly adaptable, so I’m hopeful they’ll do well.

On the other side of the kitchen, my Kitchen-aid gets a coveted place of honor on the counter because it gets used all.the.time. and because it’s a beast to move. and store. But mostly the often-used thing. 

Spices are typically happier in cool, dark places, but I finally got a spice rack I LOVE last year, and it would take up an entire shelf in my cabinet, so I’m keeping it out on the fridge. Spices I use less frequently I still hide away, these are the ones I tend to use more often.

I added a lantern for color and a plant for little life and intertwined a set of fairy lights on a timer which helps that “glow” feel at night.

And that’s it!

I ended up needing a few storage containers, like for my baking supplies (my decorative glass jars from my old place just didn’t work here) but other than that, I shopped for everything from around my house, giving it new life in different spaces, and who doesn’t love “No additional cost”!!

so here’s the space the day I moved in:

And here’s the space with all her re-homed treasures. And garbage cans…and vacuums and dish towels and trivets, cause we’re all about keeping it real here. 🙂

oh, and I bought a toaster oven that actually functions. Cause it’s all fun and games until you read that the world’s most adorable candy apple red toaster oven only has one setting. 

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Plot Twist! Minimizing, Moving and Falling In Love

Happy Monday and welcome back to me!

I recently moved and it’s been a bit of a whirlwind deciding to sell, staging and selling my house, finding a place to live and all the crazy and changes that come with moving.

image from New City Moving

I recently had friends over for dinner in our new apartment and one of them looked around and asked, “Oh! Did you choose this place because it feels like a treehouse when you look out this window?”

I laughed.

I “picked” this apartment because it was the ONLY place with the main qualification I was looking for: keep my daughter in the same school.

(OK, so full disclosure: there was also a house for rent in town. for THOUSANDS a month above my budget. umm… no.)

This apartment was not exactly love at first sight.

The showing was rough – it was cramped, stained, cluttered, dark, and the current tenants were there when I went to look at it, so I couldn’t even view one of the bedrooms.

Speaking of bedrooms, it has half the bedrooms I previously had.

Half the square footage overall actually.

That part shouldn’t be a problem, though, I thought. I mean, I literally spent months chronicling my massive decluttering efforts here, even pretending to move at one point.

Why, I’m practically a minimalist! (she said, dripping with sarcastic self-awareness)

It turns out, pretending to move as an emotional exercise and actually.downsizing.fifty.percent.of.your.living/storage space are apparently two different beasts.

But I love a good challenge, and my COVID casualty jobs have not yet returned, so I decluttered and prepped like it was my job.

I gave items to people I thought would truly need/love/want them. I listed so many items on our local swap and sell sites that I had one woman who used to just stop by on her way home from work just to browse what I was putting up that day. I hosted a garage sale. (This time with planning and signs and everything!) I filled my driveway with items and posted “free” notices.

And after a couple weeks of purging,

     releasing,

          selling

               and gifting,

the moving van showed up.

The moving men began packing items and loading the truck, making small talk as they packed.

When one asked where I was moving, and heard it was a two bedroom apartment, they surveyed my inventory and kindly offered to let a few items get “lost” in the move or fall off the truck to help us fit. 😉

Not a great testament to my decluttering efforts. 

But I shudder to think of what the process would have been like if I hadn’t started the minimizing process this past March.

So here we are, sitting in our new-to-us home, surrounded by builder’s beige and feeling a little like I’m back where I was 20 years ago, moving into an apartment complex. Except this time I brought a couple kids, a lot more furniture and a slightly different design aesthetic (not that my proudly apple-stenciled kitchen, frog-stenciled bathroom and flower-stenciled bedroom weren’t the height of fashion in the late 90’s).

It’s been a couple weeks since the moving truck left (after it delivered ALL our remaining stuff)  and you know what?

I’m falling in love.

Everything is different and a chance to create a space that works for us. And I love creating. 

I don’t intend to live here for very long, and when it’s time to leave I want to: 

Not spend a lot of time and money returning this place to it’s original state.

-and-

Get my security deposit back.

-and-

I still want it to work for our family and feel like home in the meantime.

So I’m pulling out all the creative solutions I can borrow, copy and dream up to create a functional home we love in the time we’re here, uncovering what really matters and what’s really real along the way. 

Follow along for what’s worked, what hasn’t, tips and ideas, before and afters, and lots of messy middles, because that’s where I tend to live (in design, in life, whatever).

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Friday Gallery: Bulldog Tattoo in the Artist Spotlight!

For my first Artist Spotlight, I want to highlight a piece of art near and dear to my heart.

And nearer and dearer to my upper arm…

When my kids were little, there was a very popular philosophy of parenting that went something like this:

Our job as parents is to fill our children’s buckets of self-esteem so full that no matter how many holes the world pokes, it won’t run dry. 

Pinterest became flooded with charts and graphics highlighting “bucket filling” compliments and self-esteem-builders parents needed to be constantly pouring into their children.

I love a good compliment.

I’m a big fan of giving my children love.

And the concept of filling their buckets sounds kind of sweet, I suppose.

And it sounds like a lot of pressure.

And it sounds like…

well….it kind of sounds like crap.

I am one person. I could spend every waking minute of my children’s lives “filling their buckets” with compliments and encouragement and it would not be enough to combat the many voices they will encounter in their lifetime who will poke holes in their buckets.

As much I love my children, I also know I’m not always the perfect model of patience and grace (seriously. It’s true) and sometimes I’m going to mess up and poke a few holes in their buckets myself (read: all.the.time). Not to mention – what would happen if I was suddenly taken from them, after teaching them that their self-worth was built on how full I could fill their buckets?

There must be another way.

Enter the children’s book “You Are Special” by Max Lucado.

In the world Lucado creates, a village of wooden people called Wemmicks spend their days plastering other villagers with stickers – gold stars for compliment worthy actions or appearances, black dots for perceived failures. The Wemmick version of filling, and poking holes in, buckets.

One Wemmick, Punchinello, spends his days trying to earn stars, trying to earn acceptance from others, only to be repeatedly covered with dots. Dejected, he wanders the village and eventually happens upon a Wemmick named Lucia who, much to his surprise, has NO stickers.

No dots.

No stars. 

She responds to his curiosity by bringing him to meet the woodcarver who created the Wemmicks. The woodcarver reminds Punchinello of his inherent value, his worth as a created being, regardless of his appearance, talents, any other qualifier, or any other person’s opinion. 

As Punchinello is bathed in those reminders, one of his stickers begins to peel and fall away. 

No matter how many stars we gather, there are always going to be dots. The stars alone will never feel like enough and there will never be enough water to overcome the holes others will poke in our buckets.

But the stickers only stick if they matter to you.

When you know that you have inherent worth, that you are loved as a created being, no matter what you or others say about you, no matter how people treat you, the stars and dots don’t measure our value. 

Measuring our life based on the stars and dots we receive from others or place on ourselves leads to transaction-based relationships, and transaction-based relationships far too often result in control, manipulation, and abuse. These are not the basis of real relationships. Love is.

Fresh Ink from Kerry @ Bulldog Tattoo, reminding me to let the stars and dots peel away.

Much love and gratitude to Kerry at Bulldog Tattoo for his incredible work turning this idea into a piece of art I can carry with me everywhere, reminding me that “the stickers only stick if you let them.”

(his worth is not based on what a great job he did creating this piece, but I still believe compliments and gratitude are worth sharing!)

You can check Kerry out on Instagram to see more of his work, and you can order “You are Special” by Max Lucado just about anywhere books are sold online. Available in hardcover, paperback and a condensed board book.

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On Wednesdays We Reflect: What is Love (Baby, Don’t Hurt Me, No More)

What is the basis of healthy relationships? 

Love. 

Love is the motivation and the language and the boundaries. 

Never has something been written about more, or understood and practiced less. 

If we want healthy relationships – real relationships – we need love. 

Love is the imperative.

So what is love? What is loving?

All I keep coming back to is that love is grace and truth and love doesn’t look the same in every situation. That’s part of what makes love so hard to define.

We are provided with frameworks for love and then we begin to systematize Love. We turn the poetic descriptions into rules and then weaponize the rules and call it faith.

Love is not a weapon.

What does it look like to love, to actually love, in every situation, and to recognize that love may not look the same in every situation?

What does it look like to think about how our love offerings may be perceived and received by others?

As I have considered what it means to be loving, I’ve spent time reading through 1 Corinthians 13. It’s one of the most commonly quoted sections of scripture regarding the subject of love, so commonly quoted it is known as “the love chapter,” and like so many other descriptions of love, it has not just been quoted but also misquoted, misunderstood, misused, and weaponized. As I read through the chapter, I considered each section, and thought about how Jesus applied love in various circumstances.

LOVE is patient

 And with WISDOM, there is a time LOVE says, “enough”

LOVE is kind

 Kind is not necessarily nice. Kind is not passive. Kind is not permissive.

LOVE does not envy

 LOVE sees that what is sacrificially given multiplies.

LOVE does not boast

 It’s not mine, it never was mine,

 boasting is grasping and when we grasp, we strangle LOVE

LOVE is not proud

 LOVE is vulnerable. Open palms facing up.

LOVE does not dishonor others.

 LOVE holds space for humanity and God in you.

 LOVE does not permit space for evil actions.

LOVE is not self-seeking

 Self is temporary. LOVE is eternal. Self is finite, LOVE is infinite

LOVE is not easily angered

 LOVE can reach anger. LOVE uses anger. LOVE does not start with anger.

LOVE keeps no record of wrongs

 LOVE does not count the spots on the apple, and LOVE recognizes poisoned fruit.

LOVE does not delight in evil

 No matter the justification. No matter the situation. No matter the perpetrator.

LOVE rejoices with the truth

 No matter the difficulty. No matter the situation. No matter the speaker.

LOVE always protects

 Protects truth, not lies. Protects honor, not evil. Protects kindness, not pride.

LOVE always trusts

 Rejoicing with the truth and taking no delight in evil.

LOVE always hopes

 With surety and faith, not wishes.

LOVE always perseveres.

 Patiently protesting,

 giving and releasing,

 honoring truth,

 protecting in kindness

 and hoping,

 always active.

Season Two: How Do We Reengage?

Like little flowers poking through cement, there are signs of life peeking out all around me after what has felt like a very long cold lonely winter, literally and metaphorically.

Vaccinations are increasing, restrictions are lifting, and people are testing out various ways of engaging in social activities. 

There have been a lot of things I’ve relished through this passing season of isolation.

I’ve enjoyed beginning friendships with people around the world I likely never would have engaged with if I was caught up in my in-person life a few years ago.

I’ve loved the variety of online churches, podcasts, and blogs I’ve been able to seek out. 

I’ve loved gathering around the table, sharing a meal with my family during a service or event.

I’ve loved being able to pause videos and discuss questions or look up references, rewinding to get a second listen to something I missed or didn’t understand. 

I LOVE that I can’t remember how long it’s been since I stood awkwardly through an in-person church “Meet and Greet” moment in the middle of a service.

Quarantine has been a really good excuse not to participate in uncomfortable things.

It can be temptingly easy to hide behind a laptop screen, text wall, and quarantined home instead of engaging with people.

I legitimately stand by our decisions about the level of separation we engaged in…..and….It can also turn into an excuse.

But Covid and other physical health issues aren’t the only reason we end up separated and isolated. 

My season of separation began long before Covid was a thing.

Getting divorced in a culture which holds to (largely unwritten) beliefs about divorce being one of the only sins which wasn’t covered on the cross (along with homosexuality, views on hymns vs. choruses and coffee’s place in a sanctuary) will drastically limit your involvement in many circles.

So will questioning the practices and rules of your faith system.

And like the isolation of COVID, there can be benefits to having some time alone AND it can become a shroud we choose to surround ourselves with, keeping ourselves quarantined and isolated because of the words and actions of others, and by our own choices. 

As the ice melts, the vaccines roll out, and my counselor gently challenges me, I feel the possibilities of the world opening up. 

The world opening up is not just about getting back to what we’ve always done.

Any season of separation or change is an opportunity to re-evaluate how we want to engage moving forward. It’s also a challenge to stretch out and strengthen muscles which have atrophied during lack of use. 

One new friend told me they feel like they’ve forgotten how to do date nights, or anything special. 

How do we re-engage in relationships intentionally – not just falling back into old patterns, but taking the time to evaluate what’s important to us, what our boundaries are, and what creates healthy relationships?

How do we dig out from under old habits, rules, and expectations we used to be buried under to Uncover Real relationships?

I don’t know.

But I’m looking forward to spending Season 2 of Uncovering Real exploring how we evaluate and pursue healthy relationships.

Join me here for Season 2 of Uncovering Real every Monday, Wednesday and Friday as I walk through different relationships (Mondays), reflect on what relationships have to do with faith (Wednesdays) and highlight artists that challenge and encourage me (Fridays).

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From Frustration to Love, and Even Hope

Psalm 71. I think it’s safe to say that the author – psalmist, King, tormented husband and father, and man-after-God’s-own-heart – David, was going through a rough time when he wrote it. Whether it was during the rebellion of his son Absalom, or some other time, David wasn’t exactly full of grace and kindness for the people speaking against him. He was tired. He was worn. He was surrounded by fighting and death and injustice, and he wanted vengeance. Ultimately, he cries out to God. We don’t know from this Psalm if he gives up on his desire to see his accusers harmed, we just know his anger gives way to hope and his frustration turns to proclaiming praise. It is a reminder of how we can come to God with our anger, our exhaustion, and our not-necessarily-accusers-loving-attitudes (even our accusers-hating-attitudes) and sit with God, allowing the space of prayer to gently move us through anger and exhaustion to praise, determination and hope:  

“For my enemies speak against me;
    those who wait to kill me conspire together…
May my accusers perish in shame;
    may those who want to harm me
    be covered with scorn and disgrace.

As for me, I will always have hope;
    I will praise you more and more.

My mouth will tell of your righteous deeds,
    of your saving acts all day long—
    though I know not how to relate them all.
I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, Sovereign Lord;
    I will proclaim your righteous deeds, yours alone.
Since my youth, God, you have taught me,
    and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.
Even when I am old and gray,
    do not forsake me, my God,
till I declare your power to the next generation,
    your mighty acts to all who are to come.”

Charles Spurgeon describes the Psalm this way: 

“The first four verses are faith’s cry for help; the next four are a testimony of experience. From Ps 71:9-13, the aged saint pleads against his foes, and then rejoices in hope, Ps 71:14-16. He returns to prayer again in Ps 71:17-18, repeats the confident hopes which cheered his soul, Ps 71:19-21; and then he closes with the promise of abounding in thanksgiving. Throughout, this Psalm may be regarded as the utterance of struggling, but unstaggering, faith.”

I imagine if this psalm was written today, by someone else surrounded by fighting, death and injustice, feeling exhausted and frustrated, it might look something like this:

“But I will trust in you, my Lord. You have kept my love and my hope steadfast even when they have trampled on it…
You have lifted up my head when it was low and healed my heart when it was wounded.
You have not given me up to slavery…
you have called me to be an agent in your ministry of justice and reconciliation.
And you have not allowed me to languish alone, but have lighted the path towards beloved community with the loving witness of the ancestors, elders and sojourners who have come before me and who stand with me today. 
…I pray and I press on,
in love.”

To me, this prayer encapsulates so much of the same heart David expresses in Psalm 71. Like David’s cry, the full prayer (Prayer of a Weary Black Woman) begins with a broken heart and a cry for God’s intervention. Like in David’s psalm, the author uses prayer as space to process through her frustrations at the injustices surrounding her community, eventually moving to a place of hope and love, remembering those who came before and acknowledging generations of witnesses.

As I see the vitriol, including threats of personal harm, launched against Dr. Chanequa Walker-Barnes for the prayer quoted in part above, and towards Sarah Bessey, who edited the book of prayers it is from, and others who have stood in support of it, I challenge myself to pray the same prayer – coming before God, honestly handing over my frustration and anger that I so desperately want to hold onto, and letting the space of prayer move me also to love,
and perhaps even to hope. 

On Wednesdays We Reflect: Sacred Simplicity

I still make so many things so complicated. But I’m learning simplicity.

Tonight I prepared a few favorite foods and shared them with people I love. Recipes we’ve had before but changed up tonight based on the ingredients I had available. A simple plate of halva shared over conversation for dessert.

The simplicity of nourishing our bodies and our relationships at a shared table can be holy.

The simplicity of the dinner table can be a sacred space of connection.

The simplicity of a short after-dinner walk with the warmth of spring and the light of the evening stars can be hallowed ground.

This is part of what I want to walk towards. There are so many places that life is complicated and hard and draining. Simplicity lets me breathe in these moments, preparing my body, mind and soul to continue to face the spaces that are complicated, hard and draining.

Spicy Miso Pasta and pistachio halva don’t hurt, either.

Image contents: The last lonely chunk from our plate of pistachio halva.

Walking Away, or Walking Towards?

A few years ago, I was in a season of “no.”

I felt like everything I was doing was walking away from things.

And while I needed to be walking away from the things I was walking away from, I didn’t feel like I was walking towards specific good things, only away from toxic things.

Decluttering can be similar.

I have spent a lot of time over the past 6 weeks focused on decluttering – the “walking away” aspects of uncovering real.  Walking away from things, walking away from clutter, walking away from a life driven by mindless consumption.

This has been an important part of “uncovering real” – the removal of what covers over real.

I am excited to spend some time now exploring things to “walk toward” – the embracing of the real that exists under so many of those layers. 

So, I am planning on spending the next few weeks walking towards connecting: 

Connecting with my environment – time outside every day in the real world

Connecting with my food sources – growing some ingredients myself and purchasing real food from local vendors when possible

Connecting relationally – intentionally growing real friendships and relationships with people

I’m looking forward to sharing the ways I’m connecting, and if you have a favorite hiking trail, recipe, farmer’s market, or tips about other ways you connect with the world around you, send me a message!

Goodbye Lent, Hello next steps

Yesterday was Easter Sunday, the final day in my Lenten commitment to decluttering my house. 

I looked back today and reread what I had written on Ash Wednesday, over 6 weeks ago, at the beginning of my decision to blog through my process of decluttering my home and my faith in an effort to uncover real:

“When I turned the calendar this week and saw Ash Wednesday, I was filled with longing for the night I spent bearing those ashes. More than just a night in a sanctuary, I am longing for the “real” that the Pastor spoke of. I am tired of façades, tired of being burned by hypocrisy (my own and others), and I’m craving real. Maybe you are, too.

In one of my first experiences with Lent, I accepted a challenge to only eat unprocessed foods for a Lenten fast. I hated it. Every part of it. At the end, I excitedly went for some random junk food I’d been looking forward to, and it tasted like crap. I had developed a taste for real and now nothing else would satisfy.

Many of us are not attending in-person services this year, whether due to COVID-related issues, disenchantment with the church, a faith deconstruction process, or any number of other reasons. Despite all my issues with attending, not attending has left a void. 

I’m craving real. Real relationships, real faith, real hope, real joy, real me. Like the fast I did several years ago, I want to take a hard look at my life and address where I have been exchanging real for counterfeits, cheap replacements, and fakes.”

As I look back over these past couple months, I can see and feel so many benefits from the steps I’ve taken so far and I am so grateful for the conversations they’ve sparked with others along the way.

I love how my home feels when it greets me every day. I love the peace it gives to my family.

I love the conversations I’ve had with others on worth, value, dignity, priorities, self-evaluation, shame, truth and grace. 

I am excited to keep taking steps towards real in my relationships, my body, my faith, my hope, my joy, and all of my life.

Thank you for your encouragement and challenge along the way, let’s keep going together!

Image contents: My cup, overflowing with joy. Ok, so it’s actually a mug with the word “joy” imprinted on the side, which I filled a touch too fully with coffee, so the foam is peeking over the brim, but to me, it’s a cup overflowing with joy, as I look forward to continuing to experience and write through my journey to uncover real.