sunday letter

Who Does Your Garden Grow?

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.
— Claude Monet

How do we practice listening to our intuition? What steps can we take to allow our inner voice to take its rightful place as the source of wisdom? There are many ways to tap into inner wisdom, but you first have to quiet the noise.

One of my favorite activities in the summer season is gardening. This year I decided not to grow food, but rather continue to add elements to our natural landscape for the wild and human life. We are members of a community farm and find supporting that effort is the right balance for our full life.

 A garden can nourish so much more than the appetite. It nourishes relationships with ourselves, our families, and our community. It allows us to consider what we plant and why we plant.

Gardening is a cultural activity, shaped by peoples' thoughts, wishes, and needs as well as by their cultural traditions. Ours is a new garden, only entering its fourth year, but with each passing year we have grown richer as has the soil under our feet.

Summer Reading Sale!

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We are busy migrating our titles to a new bookstore on, but for now you will still find the majority of our books on our warehouse bookstore site. Please pardon the mess, while we make buying books from SteinerBooks a little easier.

What is Your Philosophy of Education?

Hardly a week passes when I am not asked about our educational philosophy. What people are really asking is for ideas to help them make sense of the feedback they are receiving from their child’s school. A system of feedback that has at its flawed center, a method of educating children for a vocation. Rudolf Steiner was speaking about this issue in 1923, and it is truer today than ever.

When our family was introduced to this philosophy of education, we were met with the idea that allows children to learn through the practical art of play, storytelling, the arts, nature, and cooking, all guided by a teacher who first and foremost sees them as a human being.

A human being with gifts that will arise when they reach the level of maturity needed to work with them. A human being who is celebrated for merely being a part of a community, not based on a median score on a test. A human being who is not only allowed to play but is encouraged to live in the imagination for as long as they can and awaken naturally to the noisy modern world. A human being who feels the love and acceptance of wherever they are in their development from teachers who craft experiences and activities for their class based on their developing connection. A human being who is there to mirror back to us lessons we need to learn.

As we wrap up school around the country, I would encourage you to take some time to appreciate the practical arts of everyday living. If you have children or grandchildren, spend time cooking with family, walking in nature, tilling the earth, reading poetry, or listening to music. It is the pure magic of connecting with ourselves every day that has the most significant rewards.

Reconnecting with the Rituals of Everyday Life

We are all connected, but only when we are following our own intuition and powers of imagination can we tune into that connection. Over the winter, I moved into a new office in town. A small space to work without subjecting my family to quiet times because mommy has a work call. I have always worked from home, but until our move to Wyoming I had a shared work space to escape to, be creative in, and just allow the ideas swirling around in my head a place to land.

I shared a space in a women’s creative collective when we lived in Texas. The women there were photographers, bakers, antique dealers, makeup artists, and yours truly. I took over the old kitchen space that had its prior life as a doctors office and before that a residence for the family who owned the pharmacy downstairs in the early 1900s.

I transformed my space from a kitchen into a workshop, with a farm table for a desk and old doors as a wall, and the kitchen became a place to be inspired with vintage linens, plants, and rusty garden decor. A vintage chandelier illuminated the space in a soft glow.

It became a place that everyone’s clients wanted to meet in to discuss creative projects. You could not help but be pulled into the space. It had a soul. You could feel the love of a space that spent almost a hundred years as the hub of home.

It will not surprise you as members of a connected community, that I received a message from a friend half a world away this week, that simply said “ ...I am feeling something inside of you needing expression…”

I had just started decorating my office earlier that very day. I needed that inspired space from my days at the collective and its energy back around me. I went in search of vintage furniture to bring life to my office. I am always drawn to pieces that have had a life before they reached me.

…I find too often the ideas of transcendence expressed on a cosmic scale rather than a human one, and in language which would need to be translated, or perhaps illuminated, just as ancient psalm books were illuminated by the monks throughout the Middle Ages and the earlier days of the Faith. - Dorothy Day

Our connections to our lives, past and present, often reconnect as we step back in time, and practice the rituals of life. I remember hearing the sound of the sewing machine as my mother created a softer, more beautiful home for all of us, or the sound of the lawn mower knowing my father was hard at work keeping nature in perfect symmetry.

Take time this week to reconnect with the rituals of life housed in your memory. Your efforts will ripple through the world of our connected community.