UNTIL NEXT TIME…

Here’s to the season of roots and returns —to where we came from, and to where we’re going next.

Autumn always feels like a gentle homecoming, doesn’t it? The light softens, the air steadies, and we find ourselves quietly tracing back through the threads of who we are. I think often of my own ancestors — the German hands that built and blessed, that believed in the sanctity of the home and the poetry of the everyday.

Before they left the table, they would often offer a simple benediction:

“Möge dein Haus stets zu klein sein, um all deine Freunde zu fassen.”

“May your home always be too small to hold all of your friends.”

A reminder that abundance isn’t measured in square footage, but in laughter, story, and belonging.

So here’s to gathering — to what we keep, to what we pass on, and what we rediscover each season. Until next time. 🕯️