The Season Of Slower Magic

Hello, Darlings—

I had planned to update this space once a week, but life has a way of being wonderfully chaotic. So what’s been new in our world? Quite a lot… and yet, in some ways, not much at all.

In March, we have the Paddle Party coming up at in Nixa. The event benefits , an organization I’ve seen do genuine, meaningful good for our community. “Wyrd,” to me, is the idea that our actions ripple outward—and I don’t believe that truth belongs to any single faith or path. Aldersgate has always been wonderful about caring for its neighbors, and I want to do my part to support that spirit.

To that end, I’m creating some new necklaces to sell at the event. They request auction donations valued at at least $25, and I’m still deciding whether to contribute one of my jewelry pieces or one of my larger crochet works. Choosing between them feels a bit like choosing between children—each carries its own story and energy.

I’ll be honest: I had hoped my motivation would bounce back after winter’s hibernation. Maybe it will once the warmth settles in for good, but lately everything feels a little slower, like it simply takes more effort. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes we just have to sit with the “ick” for a while.

Even though I’m not checking off my to-do list as efficiently as I’d like, I’m reminding myself that I don’t live on anyone else’s timeline. I’m giving myself grace, because there is a lot on my plate right now. It won’t always feel like this—and someday I may even look back on this season and miss its particular kind of energy, its chaos, its aliveness.

“Mad Granny” should be finished in another week or two. Alongside that, I have jewelry in progress and at least ten more paintings already taking shape in my mind—and that’s probably an underestimate. Adapting my plans may get interesting, though, given recent news from my corporate job. My schedule is about to change again. I’m not upset about it, but I know myself well enough to understand that adjustments take time. I’m only just settling into the current rhythm we were given months ago, and now it’s shifting once more. Instead of having Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday free to create, socialize, and be Mom, I’ll now have Fridays and Saturdays off. Five eight-hour days will give me two extra hours daily—but we’ll see whether those hours truly feel like a gift.

Well, my dears, this turned out much longer than I intended. Thank you, as always, for staying with me and reading to the end.