warm weather, father’s day and road trips are kind of forever linked in my head. the warm weather is here, father’s day is coming, and a drive in the car is always good for the soul. we have lots of notecards to celebrate.

horses at midnight without a moon. a poem by jack gilbert.

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.

Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.

But there's music in us.

Hope is pushed down

but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

The summer mornings begin inch by inch

while we sleep, and walk with us later

as long-legged beauty through

the dirty streets. It is no surprise

that danger and suffering surround us.

What astonishes is the singing.

We know the horses are there in the dark

meadow because we can smell them, can hear them breathing.

Our spirit persists like a man struggling

through the frozen valley

who suddenly smells flowers

and realizes the snow is melting

out of sight on top of the mountain,

knows that spring has begun.

that moment when harry decides it’s time to stop + take a break. we hope that you are enjoying the run up to the holidays, but always remember to take some time to breathe.

work life this time of year takes on its own familiar rhythm. long days of work, and short windows of daylight. so very fortunate to live in an area with so many accessible places of solitude and beauty. always #optoutside

we’re glad you’re here.