Some of us will reinvent ourselves several times over the course of a lifespan. Maybe you already have.
It’s never too late to set new goals. Change direction. Dream bigger.
Recently, one of our magazines has undergone some major changes, and we couldn’t be more excited to share it with you.
A Somerset Holiday: Easy Ideas for Gift-Giving & Decor puts a rustic-chic spin on the holidays by offering fun and simple ideas for handmade gifts.
Formerly Somerset Holidays & Celebrations, we’re completely freshening up this title with DIY-friendly gift ideas, quick packaging projects, and clever ways to make the most of a certain material, such as Kraft paper or muslin. We’re also exploring cherished family traditions and creative rituals that are sure to inspire new ones with your family and friends. Read More …
Autumn has always been one of my favorite seasons. With the crisp scents and bright colors who wouldn’t fall in love? But the changing season delivers more than just those cooler temps, scarlet hues and shorter days. It inspires a bounty of my favorite traditions in self care.
Indulging in the spell of the season, a culmination of color blankets the landscape inviting us to participate. With outdoor fires, hearty dishes and the cozy garments to keep us warm, there are plenty of ways to enhance our romance with fall.
According to Chinese Medicine, autumn is a worthy time to concentrate on the internal, nurturing of our body and mind by becoming more reflective. Embracing a season of mindfulness, releasing the negative burdens we are holding onto and allowing space for new experiences, all, which can bolster growth and generate gratitude, as we breathe into the season.
It was an evening in late September when I knew we were losing each other.
I knew we were forgetting. So I wrote. I wrote it all, I described every memory I had with him, laced with the most magical details. The nights we talked on the phone until sunrise, the secret promises we made in the drive-thru line, the summer days he carried me across the parking lot to get ice cream. I combed through my journal entries hoping I could find the moment — the moment it all started fading. As a hopeless romantic, a firm believer in fairytales and happy endings, I didn’t understand how the stars had become so scattered and desperately clung to the hope that I could put them back in line.
That night we sat on the kitchen counter eating takeout Indian food right up until our normal bedtime. When we began to yawn you loaded blankets and pillows into the truck and I made a pot of coffee with more beans than probably necessary.
We cozied into the front seat and sipped from our shared thermos, burning our lips on the edge. Your laughter kept wrapping around me like the warmth from a living room hearth. We listened to ‘90s hits and reminisced about high school and Pearl Jam albums. All the falling I’d been doing this year felt safely in the past as we drove.
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer is an oil painting, autumn is a mosaic of them all.” — Stanley Horowitz