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Spring Pause

Spring has sprung…I think. At least the melting process has begun up here in the north country.  This seems like the perfect time to stretch out that writing hand of yours and write a simple card.  Reach out to a friend you haven’t connected with for ages, invite a loved one over for tea, remind someone how much you appreciated their advice taken decades ago, or celebrate the beginning of Spring with a neighbor, all through your very own handwriting!  As much as the general public has been sucked in by the digital world, the simple fact is this…People still very much enjoy and appreciate receiving written correspondence.


(photo my Emilie at L & E Photography)

Last month I was a part of the Morningside After Dark Storytelling and Live Music Series where I kicked off the Postcard Project, handing free and stamped postcards to each attendee. The idea was for guests to connect with others through a simple and short handwritten message, whether a relationship currently in their lives or from the past. I was amazed at the reaction I received by these strangers. Not only did they thank me for beginning the process of a correspondence, but also how such a small project can be a reminder of the value of this kind of communication. The meaning behind the words become intimate rather than the predictable and impersonal email or text. Give it shot, just one letter, one note. The action will force you to pause as well as the recipient.


By the way, in celebration of Spring, Brown Ink Paper Goods will be posting its first Giveaway on Instagram starting tomorrow morning. Perfect time to starting following us at browninkcom!

fresh spirit

According to Andy Williams, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”, is the winter holiday season. I tend to disagree. MY most wonderful time of the year is right now…Spring. I can’t help but love the beginning of Autumn but as far as daily routines go, this is it.


We here in Minnesota have experienced the longest winter in many, many years so the sheer joy of digging in the wet, black soil in the garden, dirt lodging deep into my nail bits, is a simple joy.  Seeing our four-year-old experience a new freedom while riding on two wheels, the constant running races in the backyard, or throwing a baseball to their father are moments we don’t take for granted. Riding on the trolley is delightful and curling up under blankets on the screen porch with puzzles and Spiderman books surrounded by family is my present heaven. Grade school teachers are forced to tame their students who have turned into bumble bees, unable to control their jittery knees while gazing out the windows.  BBQ’d meals, watching buds open, dirty knees, spring cleaning, dirty knees, impromptu wine sipping with neighbors, sunrise morning runs, falling asleep to a spring rain storm…I could go on. There is fresh spirit in the air.


It’s also the busiest time of year, this year even more so. School picnics and graduations, sports, band performances, Field Day, Field Trips and the like. For me, I enjoyed a Madison college reunion and a trip to NYC for the Stationery Show (more on this in a few days), not to mention rebranding Brown Ink, so my free time has been little to none. Which is why the reality of me keeping up with my The Artist’s Way journal became far from realistic the past few months. As some of you may remember, in February I wrote about my intention to journal every morning (also known as “morning pages”) guided by this thought-provoking book. I made it until the end of March before I surrendered. Between an early rising family and insomnia, any extra minute to snooze was needed and used.

There is no guilt towards placing The Artist’s Way on hold for another year or so. One reason is that I’ve been adamant about keeping up with my 5 Year Diary. With only six short lines available, I scribble out a few details of my day each night. There is a slim jim chance I will remember all the goings-on in my 39 year-old life years from now. And I want to remember. Writing in this journal makes it possible.

It’s a wonderful way to find a little peace at the end of each day. And as these days all blend together I’ll be able to look back at the beauty of the messiness and remember what I didn’t take for granted.

I’ll leave off with a quote my mother-in-law, Sally, sent to me the other day by Ralph Waldo Emerson (his birthday was May 25th). He wrote: “Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could: some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in: forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”