I used to want the loud kind of success—the kind you could brag about. But that craving has softened. Now I want the kind of life that feels good at 8 a.m. on a Tuesday, while I’m making toast. Quiet doesn’t

I used to move fast, even when I didn’t need to. Now my pace is slower, but it feels like I notice more. I see the cracks in the wall. The way the light falls at noon. I listen to my own breathing. That

With the world in it's current state sometimes we just need some simple pure Hope and the new life from quail and chicken eggs hatching lift my spirit. I hope they lift your spirits as well These are quail