Love.

Tonight we had a simple birthday celebration for Gwen, my mother-in-law, here at Linwood House. There were a handful of us around the family dinner table. Low-key. Gwen doesn’t like to fuss over birthdays too much. Dorothea, Gwen’s sister, made smoked salmon pasta. It was lemony and delicious with fresh herbs from the garden. We […]

Glimpse of the Holy

Sometimes I Do By Rumi In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. From: A Year With Rumi