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01/26/2026

Come To Jesus Meeting - Called by Jesus Himself
January 26, 2026

Well, my friends, we have all heard and used the term "Come to Jesus meeting". I'm pretty sure I had one of those last night, called by Jesus himself. I am definitely looking at some major lifestyle changes starting immediately! I know, and have know for years, that sugar, sugary things and high carb foods cause me to experience the most horrific acid reflux, belly swelling, and joint stiffness. It causes my entire human system to turn against me and try to make me cry "Uncle!" But there was PIE! Two types of pie as well as fresh baked cookies and fresh baked bread. It was a snow day after all, so some poor life choices were made. Everyone knows that the best bedtime snack is a plate full of fresh pie. And every plate full of fresh pie requires a large glass of ice cold milk. Not checking the expiration date on the milk could have been my second poor life choice of the evening. One full gulp in, past the point of no return in my swallow reflex, and things started to go sour, literally! I needed that pie to get the foul taste out of my mouth. I needed it, I say!

It soon became wildly apparent why Gluttony is among the seven deadly sins. I awoke to acid burning the back of my throat so bad, I though I had ingested the fires of Hell. Then, my friend Jesus decided to reinforce the message that I had made poor choices by allowing whatever was rotting in my gut to make a return visit to my mouth so that I could experience it in the worst possible way. After nearly being asphyxiated on this unexpected second coming, I assumed a sitting position on the couch so I would at least be awake should I die!

After fighting with the Angel of Death by Gut Poisoning for the next few hours, I emerged victorious, however, the message has been engraved upon my very soul! No more Sugar (or expired milk)! Jesus plainly told me that while my plans for early 2026 were cute, he had other suggestions for me: Clean up your eating habits or die - the choice is yours.

Ok then, who wants to learn to shop, cook and eat sugar free with me? Yes? Raise your hands - OK, I see you now! Let's do this! On the menu for tonight is Keto Meatloaf, green beans and salad.

Until next time my friends, my your milk be fresh and your snack choices better than mine. I am

Forever yours,

Suzy

01/06/2026

The Year of Abundant Living – 2026
January 6, 2026|

The art of finding blessings where we didn’t see them before

Abundance found in our everyday world, using what we have, finding the blessings and living in gratitude!
Abundance found in our everyday world
As I step into 2026, I feel a quiet, steady pull in the deepest part of me, a yearning to live more gently upon this earth. To be more grateful for the gifts that are already mine. To notice what has always been here and to honor it.

The earth gives more than we can imagine. This year, I want to be one who sees it... and one who gives back.

I am choosing to live by a single, powerful truth:
I already have everything I need to live a full and beautiful life.
What I have is enough, even more than enough.
The treasure I seek is not more, it is in seeing differently.
Abundance is waiting where I thought there was lack, if I only have the eyes to recognize it.

One of the most taken-for-granted gifts we receive is the very land beneath our feet. We rely on it completely, and yet, we rarely pause to acknowledge its quiet, steadfast presence. Every morning when I rise, the ground is there, solid and true when my feet hit the floor. Our homes are built upon it. Our food grows from it. Our entire existence is tethered to this sacred earth.

And yet... how often do we even think about it?

This year, I will. Because the land is not just dirt and rocke it is home. I will slow down, look more closely, and care more deeply for the soil beneath my boots and the wild things that live upon it.

One of the biggest changes I feel called to make is in how I interact with the things I use. Somewhere along the way, I became far too quick to consume. A thought would flicker across my mind and moments later, an order would be placed, the convenience of the digital storehouse making it all too easy to gather more.

But this year, I am stepping off that conveyor belt.

I will use what I already have. I will look for new purposes in old things. I will search the thrift stores and local shops before adding another box to the porch. I will choose creativity over consumption.

One day last summer, Kevin and I were canning tomato juice and found ourselves needing a roasting pan to cook the juice down into pasta sauce. We could have ordered one, of course. But instead, we took a little drive to our local Goodwill.

And there it was, like a little miracle. A beautiful, like-new roaster, waiting on the shelf.
It was only twenty dollars and more than perfect!

We saved $150 that day. We kept a useful object out of the landfill. And now, that roaster has become one of our most beloved kitchen tools. It was exactly what we needed. No shipping required.

This year, I want to see differently. To find treasure in what others might call trash. To give everything I use a second life, or a third, or a fourth.

A chipped teacup? It might be the start of a seedling. An old wedding gown, retired from the bridal shop? Its fabric might become a whimsical window display, a ribboned sachet, or a pocket of beauty stitched into something new.

Even eggshells will not be wasted. I'll start seeds in them, tiny, living cups of possibility.

My Pledge for the Year of Enough

I will:

Repurpose with imagination before I purchase
Compost, mend, tend, and reuse with joy
Slow down enough to see the magic in what others miss
Build routines that give back to the earth
Tell stories that reflect these values, so others might remember too

I will honor the gifts of this world by using them well.

This is my Year of Enough, a year of rooted gratitude, sustainable enchantment, and the quiet beauty of making do. And if I live it with my whole heart, I believe I will reach the end of 2026 richer than I began, not in things, but in wonder, connection, and peace.

I would love to have you walk this path with me.
Until next time, I am, as always, forever yours.

With flour on my apron and stardust in my soul,
Suzy

12/25/2025

Quiet Christmas on the Homestead

It's Christmas Day, 2025. Everything is quiet on the homestead today. It's different than it ever has been before. Life evolves and when we aren't paying attention, the seasons of our lives quietly drift from one to another in such a subtle way, we almost miss it until something happens.

I first noticed it at the close of our family celebration last Sunday. We were gathering before Christmas Day because not only has the season of my life shifted, the seasons of our children have shifted. One has flown the coop for another part of the country to celebrate with a new family as her life is evolving. Another has children that just wanted to spend the day at home reveling in all the magical things Santa Clause had stuffed under their tree while they were sleeping. The last one felt he had done all his celebrating last weekend when we all gathered so he thought it would be weird to have Christmas morning with just him. I completely understand all these reasons and am so happy that all of our children have full and wonderful lives.

I thought I would be sad, but I wasn't.

This was the first Christmas without my mom. This time last year she had been so excited to have us all over to share the festivities with her and my sister. She loved Christmas more than any other time of the year. Her joy was never quite as complete as it was when she was giving gifts to her loved ones. Of course she was gracious in receiving the gifts we gave her, but that was not where her heart was.

Her heart was tied up in every Christmas bow, every torn piece of Christmas wrapping, every single impromptu fashion show put on by her grandchildren and great grandchildren. Her face would light up brighter than the brightest lit tree in town. Even now, when she is gone, I can still see her smile that stretched from ear to ear, the sparkle in her eyes, the joy in her posture. It is all there, just like it was yesterday.

I thought I would be sad, but I wasn't.

This was the first Christmas Kevin and I woke up and started the fire in the wood stove, filled our cups with steaming hot coffee, and just sat in our own peaceful little world with no gifts to open, now schedule to keep, no meal to prepare, nowhere to go, no expectations to meet, just us, the two of us, side by side as we have been for over 40 years. Side by side through all the seasons of life we have already experienced. Side by side through the times that felt like the tops of the highest mountains and times that felt like we were in the deepest pit of hell.

It was quiet at our table this morning, the flickering light of the oil lamp on the table casting a steady glow. We talked, not about anything important, and yet about everything that matters. The little things. The passing thoughts. The shared silences. Those simple moments that, when woven together, create the fabric of a life well lived. A tapestry made of ordinary days, soft conversations, and enduring love.

I thought I would be sad this quiet Christmas morning but I wasn't because I had the greatest gift of all sitting right next to me, sipping coffee and watching the flames light the darkness.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a quiet night.

Until next time, I am forever yours,

Suzy

12/14/2025

What If We Weren't Afraid To Be Ourselves?
December 14, 2025
Hello again, my friends! Welcome back.

As I mentioned a couple of posts ago, I found a huge stack of old writing from other blogs I started over the years. Here is a really old one, over five years old, to be exact, but it is just as true today as it was then. I hope you enjoy.

What if whatever is holding us prisoner vanished tomorrow?
What form of new normal would we choose?

What if, during this time of reflection, we chose to follow our bliss instead of following the herd? Would we still go to jobs that pay the bills but leave us emotionally, spiritually, and physically bankrupt?

What if we chose occupations that provided for all of our material needs, but also filled our emotional, spiritual, and physical bank accounts to overflowing? What if we admitted that emotional bliss is more important than financial abundance?

What if we chose to believe in who we truly are, who we were destined to be on the day of our birth, who God sent us here to be, instead of who others and society told us to be?

From the day we are born, our parents, communities, and society begin teaching us who we should be, how we should behave, how we should eat, when we should eat, when we should sleep, what we should study, how we should look, who we should love, who we should hate, how we should earn a living, what we should fear, and what we should desire.

What if we recognized that much of this conditioning is simply the deep desire of others to make us be like them, or at least what they deem acceptable?

What if we gave ourselves permission to be who we want to be? To eat, sleep, and work when and how we choose? What if we chose to support the human race instead of the rat race?

What if we, as a collective, chose to rid ourselves of the desire to climb that elusive ladder, to compete until we could hold our competitor’s severed head high above the crowd to prove we were the victor?

What if we realized that we always need others in order to succeed?

What if we worked with a sense of cooperation instead of competition? What if we chose to do whatever we do with a servant’s heart instead of a winner’s heart?

What if we chose to live our lives in tune with the rhythms of the earth instead of by the never-ending sweep of the hands on the clock?

What if we chose to be guided by the light of the sun, the moon, and the stars instead of the buzzing, flickering, false glow of fluorescent bulbs at the other end of a light switch?

It has taken me over sixty years, but I have finally decided to follow my bliss.

Do you know what I am at my core?
Do you know what I came here to do?

I am a writer.

I came here to write and to give my writing to anyone who wants to read it as a gift. Not with the singular goal of becoming wealthy, but with the intention of gift-giving. If I am given an outlet for my words, I am already wealthy.

Do you know when I first realized I was a writer?

I was a second-grade student in Mrs. Huff’s class. She was gone for the day, and we had a substitute teacher. Our assignment was to write a paragraph about anything we wanted.

In my mind’s eye, I saw a glorious sunrise spilling over the high-rise buildings of New York City. I wrote about the sun pouring its golden rays over the tops of the buildings like syrup flowing over a stack of pancakes. (LOL! So dramatic!)

When the substitute read my paragraph, he swiveled his chair around, leaned forward until we were eye level, looked me straight in the eye, and told me my writing was amazing.

In that moment, I knew I had the ability to see something in my mind and bring it to life on paper.

To this day, it amazes me that we can string letters together to form threads of thought, and weave the very fabric of life itself.

For most of my life, I kept my writing hidden away in journals stored in a tote in the attic. Why? Because like so many of us, I let others tell me their version of truth. They told me that becoming a writer was nearly impossible, that even if I published a book I could never truly make a living from writing. They told me I needed to be more than a writer, more than a dreamer.

So now, fifty-five years after that day in second grade, it is time for me to be my authentic self.

It is time to write.

What if you chose to join me on this quest for truth?
What would you be if you allowed yourself to truly be you?

Thanks so much for being here.
Until next time, I am forever yours,
Suzy

12/13/2025

Celebrating Yule and Christmas
December 13, 2025

Hello again, my friends!

Oh, it is the most lovely time of the year. Right now, we are under a winter storm warning. The snow is just beginning to fall, and brutal temperatures, heavy snow, and high winds are expected. But here in the Enchanted Cabin, the wood cookstove is crackling, radiating warmth to the room, and to my heart.

As promised, this is the tale of Yule, and why we celebrate it right alongside Christmas.

Growing up, I was a rather… ummm… shall we say unique child. We didn’t find out until well into my adult years that I am actually on the autism spectrum. Being wired the way I am, I have always questioned things that simply didn’t make sense to me.

For instance, when we celebrate Christmas, we often hear that Jesus is the reason for the season, that Christmas is the celebration of Christ’s birth. But then my overly logical brain started asking questions like: What does a Christmas tree covered in shiny baubles have to do with the birth of Christ?

If Jesus was born in the Middle East, there would not have been an evergreen tree in the manger. Sorry, but it just couldn’t have been a thing.

And then there was the whole Santa Claus situation. How did a jolly man in a red suit, flying through the sky in an open sleigh pulled by reindeer, fit into the story?

Well… gather ’round, and let me tell you a true story.

Long before the birth of Christ, there were tribes and cultures across Celtic, Norse, and other northern European lands, places we now call England, Ireland, and beyond. These were rugged people who learned how to survive brutal winters and harsh landscapes. Their calendar wasn’t made of paper; it was written in the land itself.

They followed the turning of the Wheel of the Year, the natural progression of the seasons, and carefully tracked the movements of the sun, moon, and stars. This was their timekeeping, their compass, and their way of understanding life.

These people were called Pagans, a word that simply meant “country-dweller” or “one who lived outside the cities.” It wasn’t derogatory at all, no different than us saying someone is a city person or a country person today.

It wasn’t until much later that early Christians began referring to these groups as heathen when they resisted abandoning centuries of culture and tradition to adopt a new belief system. And honestly, if you think about it, most of us would push back pretty hard if we were told we must suddenly abandon everything we know and believe or else.

Fast forward a bit.

As the Roman Empire began to fracture, Emperor Constantine sought unity above all else. One step toward that goal was the Council of Nicaea, which worked to clarify Christian doctrine, particularly the nature of Christ. Around this same era, church leaders also faced the challenge of integrating Christianity into cultures that already had deeply rooted seasonal traditions.

Rather than erase those traditions entirely, many were blended and reinterpreted.

The result was that Christian celebrations gradually aligned with existing seasonal festivals. Christmas was placed near the Pagan celebration of Yule, the Winter Solstice. Easter aligned with Ostara, and later, autumn traditions blended with Samhain.
(We will absolutely tackle those stories in later posts.)

So… what is Yule?

Yule marks the Winter Solstice, usually around December 21st, and traditionally lasts for twelve days. Yes—twelve days.
(What?! Is this where the Twelve Days of Christmas came from? Because that song actually has nothing to do with the Christian holiday… but—(sigh)—back to the story.) Winter Solstice is an actual, scientific thing.

The Winter Solstice is the longest night of the year. But more importantly, it marks the return of the light. From that point forward, the days slowly grow longer. For people living in northern lands, this was a moment of deep hope. It meant survival. It meant life would return.

This symbolism made Yule a natural place to anchor the story of Christ’s birth. The return of the Sun… the arrival of the Son. Potato, potahto, you get the picture.

Here’s the part that made everything finally click for me: Almost anything in modern Christmas celebrations that connects to nature has Pagan roots.

Evergreen trees symbolize life continuing through darkness.
Candles celebrate the returning sun.
Shiny ornaments were offerings to spirits or fairy folk.
Holly, mistletoe, feasting, gift-giving, fires in the hearth, singing, decking the halls, dashing through the snow, it all comes from ancient seasonal traditions.

And here’s the beautiful part:
That’s okay!

Learning that these traditions were blended intentionally, to bring harmony rather than division, allowed me to fully enjoy the season for the first time. Now, when I decorate the tree or hang evergreen garlands, I feel connected instead of conflicted.

Stringing dried oranges and cranberries makes me appreciate the gifts of nature. Celebrating the birth of the Son or the rebirth of the Sun fills my soul with peace and meaning.

This year, our family gathering will take place on the Winter Solstice, where we’ll honor the traditions of our ancestors. And on Christmas Day, we’ll celebrate the birth of Christ at our daughter’s home as is our Christian tradition.

There is room for all traditions around the Christmas tree.

Thank you so much for being here. Later this week, I’ll share some Yule traditions we love, along with the menu for our upcoming celebration feast.

Until next time,
I am forever yours,
Suzy

12/02/2025

Finding Joy After Loss

Welcome back my friends. It has been a long week. My mother passed from this Earth on Tuesday November 25, 2025 after ten long months of being completely bedridden and living in a long term care facility. Yesterday we laid her to rest after a beautiful service surrounded by family and friends. Now, as we move forward, we find ourselves with a void in our lives.

While I was going through my steamer trunk full of different blog posts and journals I have written over the years looking for the inspiration pieces I wanted for the funeral service, I came upon many writings that needed to be shared again. During the month of December, I will be sharing as many of these past writings as possible, clearing the deck for starting the Abundance Project on January 1, 2026. The first writing on the top of the pile is freakishly appropriate so I will share it with you now. The entire post was about the Five of Cups in the Tarot deck. Some may find the Tarot out of alignment with your beliefs, and that’s OK. I believe that God has the power to speak to us through whatever method we have before us.

In numerology, the number 5 represents change, sometimes chaos, always uncertainty. On this particular card we see a Knight kneeling on the ground, his heart heavy with loss. In front of him are three golden chalises, each knocked over and drained of their content. He is focusing on the loss of these three cups. What he is not seeing are the two golden chalises right behind him that are filled all the way to the top.

More often than not, this is how we all look at great change when it comes into our lives. We are so sad that what has been in front of us for so long has come to an end. We spend our time feeling heavy hearted that our cups have been knocked over and the content is gone. We were comfortable with the way things were even if they were not perfect. The known is always more comfortable than the unknown.

What we fail to see is that there are still glowing, golden cups full of wonder and joy just waiting for us to discover. Just like this Knight. He can’t see the full cups becasue he is lamenting the loss of the empty cups. All he has to do is get up off his knees, thank God for all the joy the fallen cups gave him and turn around to see the new blessings that await!

We do not live in a vacuum. When something leaves us, our lives do not shrivel up and become smaller. When something leaves, it creates a void that allows something new to come in. Change is going to happen. How does the saying go? The only thing constant in life is change! We all have the power to manifest great things in our lives. If what was in our lives is gone, there is nothing we can do to bring it back. The only thing we can do is turn around and find a new path. Loss brings opportunity. The Universal truth is that the farther we get knocked down, the higher God can raise us up.

The key is to look deep in our souls to find the lost dreams we put on the shelf long ago because they didn’t seem possible or they seemed silly or we were afraid of what others might think if we actually pursued them. If loss has caused a void to form, we all need to turn around, pick up our lost dreams from the shelf, dust them off and give them a chance to bloom. We need the quiet time to just get lost in the daydreams of what our lives would look like if we brought the lost dreams to life. Sift through the thoughts, decide which door to which dream we want to open, and then open that door!

Once the door is open, we need to committ to doing at least one small action every single day to bring us one step closer to having the dream alive and well in our lives. Of course we want things to magically appear in our hands, but most things take a leap of faith before it becomes a reality. I am not going to become a successful writer if I don’t write something every day. You will not meet the love of your life if you sit in your house alone all day every day. There are things that require us to do something in order to get what we want in life. All it takes is faith and belief to take the first step. The Bible tells us that a journey of a thougsand miles starts with a single step. If you are at a point in your life when change is causing chaos, be bold enough and brave enough to embrace it. Stand up! Turn around! See the opportunities ahead of you and take that step! LIve Boldly My Friends! Live Boldly!

Until next time, I am forever yours,

11/18/2025

Simmer Pots and Chili Beans with Oranges on Top

Things are bubbling, brewing, baking and basking on the Homestead today. The dehydrator is full of oranges slices that will become a beautiful Christmas season garland, chili beans are doing their thing in the pressure canner and a decedent simmer pot full of oranges peel, cinnamon sticks, cloves and cranberries is adding a heavenly scent to the entire cabin as it simmers atop the wood cook stove. It's a slow and steady, fully grounded, deliciously rainy kind of day today. I enjoy sitting at my writing desk, looking out the window as the slow autumn rain streaks down the window pane. The coziness factor goes up by a factor of ten on this kind of day.
Yesterday the Master of our Realm, our three year old grandson Killian, help me gather the fluffy tops from the ornamental grass patches along the split rail fence. With rain on the horizon, we knew this might be our last chance to cut it before the winter claimed it as his own. We respectfully followed the rule of three. We gathered a third, left a third for the earth to reclaim and reseed and the final third was left for the birds and wild things to eat during the winter. These fluffy tops are so gorgeous! We will be spread them out on newspaper and gently kiss them with a fine mist of gold spray paint. Before it can dry, we will sprinkle gold glitter onto the painted broom tops that will dry into the most magickal additions to our festive garland you can imagine! I am utterly dizzy with delight just thinking about it!
A few days ago I promised you a few things, first being the recipe for chili seasoning and canning instructions as well as a brief description of Yule. So, let's start with the latter subject first and finish strong with that recipe. Long before the word Christmas ever stirred in human breath, the people of the northern world kept a sacred promise with winter. When the nights grew long and the frost clung to branch and bone, three mighty cultures, the Celts, the Norse, and the Anglo-Saxons, each stepped forward to honor the turning of the year.
Though they lived in different lands and spoke different languages, their hearts beat in rhythm with the same truth: At Midwinter, the Sun is reborn, and when the Sun is reborn, so is hope.
The Celts: Keepers of the Solstice Flame
Among the Celts of Ireland, Scotland, and Wales, winter was not an enemy but a great teacher. They watched the stars, tracked the sun’s slow descent, and understood the Solstice as the moment when darkness reached its deepest cup and the first drop of light began to pour back in.
For the Celts:
Evergreen boughs symbolized eternal life
Mistletoe carried the blessing of the Otherworld
Oak and holly represented the ancient struggle of dark and light
Their Yule was quiet, reverent, and deeply rooted in the land, a whisper shared between humans and the living world itself.
The Norse: Celebrants of Jo'l, the Great Yule Feast
Further north, the Norse knew winter as a force both harsh and holy. Their festival—Jól—lasted twelve nights, filled with feasting, firelight, storytelling, and the deep magic of the long dark.
In Norse lands:
The Yule log burned for days to chase away evil
Evergreen trees stood as protectors of the home
The Wild Hunt swept across the sky
Odin, in his winter guise, brought wisdom and blessings
Their Yule was bold and roaring, a celebration of life in defiance of the cold.
The Anglo-Saxons: Guardians of Mother’s Night
In the early kingdoms of England, the Anglo-Saxons observed Modraniht, Mother’s Night, on the eve of the Solstice. This night honored the divine mothers and ancestral women who protected the household through the darkest hours.
Their midwinter customs included:
Candles burning in the windows for protection
Offerings for the household spirits
Feasts that welcomed the returning light
Gatherings that united tribe and kin
Their Yule was intimate and hearth-centered, a weaving of home, fate, and family.
Three Peoples, One Sacred Season
When we speak of Yule today, of candles, evergreen garlands, warm fires, feasting, and the return of the sun, we are speaking of a tapestry woven from all three traditions.
Each thread adds something essential:
The Celts give Yule its soul.
The Norse give Yule its fire.
The Anglo-Saxons give Yule its home.
Together, they created the Midwinter we still celebrate, a season of deep magic, shimmering hope, and the quiet promise that even in the longest dark, the light will always return.
So, if you ever wondered why you bring an evergreen tree from the Northern regions into your home to be brightly decorated, you can thank these ancient people who believed the evergreen was a reminder that life continues even through the darkest times. Celebrating Yule is not worshipping other gods or anti Christian. The fact that so many of the Yule traditions are seamlessly woven into the Christian celebration of Christmas is a testament to different peoples finding common ground and coming together on this one most sacred of seasons to celebrate both the rebirth of the Sun and the birth of the Son in peace.
Next time I will tell you the tale of the Twelve Days of Christmas, which starts on the Winter Solstice, December 21st and goes through to the first day of the new year, as well as an amazing true historic fact about how the melding of traditions saved an empire. Funny how things work out! Now for that recipe!
Chili Beans
Ingredients:
5 pounds of dry pinto beans
2 Tablespoons Chili powder
2 Tablespoons ground cumin
2 Tablespoons paprika
1 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 Tablespoon coriander
1 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1 Tablespoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon crushed red pepper
1 Tablespoon sea salt
1 Tablespoon dried oregano
Instructions:
1. Soak the beans overnight. The next day drain them and add them to a large stockpot. Cover with fresh water. Cook at a gentle boil for 30 minutes. Add the cooked beans to clean pint jars, filling the jar approximately 3/4 full. Add 2 teaspoons of the spice blend to each jar. Add enough of the cooking water to each jar, leaving 1 inch headspace. Add lids and rings. Process in a pressure canner for 75 minutes at 10 pounds of pressure.
** Note: The seasoning blend can be stored dry in a clean jar with a tight fitting lid. The dry mix can be added to your pot of chili for additional boost of flavor just as you would add a packet of seasoning mix from the store.
With the magic of Yule settling around us like fresh snowfall, let’s end today’s journey the way all good homestead stories end, with a gracious "thank you" for all the bounty and abundance all around us. Until next time,
I am forever yours,
Suzy

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