Most mornings, when I’m helping kids head to school as I get my coffee on, I take a tiny moment to light my palo santo at the stove while I wait for my brew.
I ground down through my feet, spread & wiggle my toes, and take one deep breath—the kind where the exhale is longer than the inhale. It helps set the tone for my day.
The print that hangs by my Tiny Moment—of eggs, cooking utensils, and palo santo nestled in a shell I collected—is the same print that hung above my great-grandparents’ table when I was a kid.
I love it.
It reminds me of them, of my Mennonite upbringing, of a humble kind of gratitude and the importance of pausing—a lifelong journey for me.
