Writer’s Notes,
04/03/26
“Do everything in love.”
Happy Wednesday, friends and happy March!
Last Monday, I noticed that the day grew longer by the way the afternoon sunshine settled on the marble table on the balcony. It was a perfect moment to enjoy a coffee outdoors. Paris smiled as I stepped outside with my coffee in hand and a book tucked under my arm. ‘Your season is just around the corner.’, he said.
I live for the softer seasons. They awaken something inside me—spring in particular. I always find myself captivated by the way nature begins to change all around us once more. This season has a way of making me romanticise life more than usual with its joys of dinners outside, longer days, warmer evenings. And then come the orange blossoms—my favourite! Their delicate scent fills the air like nature’s own perfume. It truly is something. It’s my season.
I’m especially fond of traditions, and here in Greece there’s a beautiful March custom that carries much hope. People wear delicate red and white thread bracelets, called Martis, from the first of the month. When the swallows return, the bracelets are removed and hung on trees so the birds can use the treads for their nests—marking the true arrival of spring. It’s a small tradition that fills many with excitement—their return announces that warmer days have truly settled.
Lately
Life, as of late, feels quiet. Slow—especially in the places that ask the most of me. I find myself in a season where parenting a 17-year-old asks more of me than I sometimes feel equipped to give. I’m constantly weighing on what to say, how to respond, when to guide and when to stay still. There are days I feel emotionally spent. And then I steady myself. I think back to who I was at his age. I ask myself what he needs from me right now—not from fear, not from pride—but from love. As Scripture says, ‘Do everything in love.’
There’s a constant pull that I must lead by example. Even with a teenager, maybe especially with a teenager, that responsibility feels greater now. And so I tell myself that need to return to my own foundations. Guarding my peace. Choosing my words more carefully. Softening where I once reacted.
So, I try to be patient. I let him face the consequences of his choices even when it’s hard to sit back and watch. I try to give him space to grow into himself.
We’ve had our ebb and flows, as all mothers and sons do, but I think it’s working.
On the calendar
This month, our weekends will be devoted to getting our outdoor space up and running again! We’ve had so much rain this year that our garden to-do list has grown longer than expected. With Easter around the corner, my intention is simple—prepare now so I can be present during Holy Week—without rushing, without feeling overwhelmed.
I’ve started tucking away winter wear and slowly pulling out spring attire. This year calls for a proper closet sweep—I want to see clearly what I’m working with.
I’m also returning to my creative spaces (leading by example, always). I haven’t been very active on my blog lately—aside from my monthly Notes. Somewhere along the way, I let the faster pace of everything online quiet this pace. But I’m letting that go.
Just as I long to read thoughtful, intentional writing pieces—the ones you sit with a coffee in hand—I believe there are people who feel the same. People who still crave the writing, the curated, the thoughts. People who want something more considered. So I’m coming back to that. To sharing what I love. To building something that feels like a place to land.
More of that is coming.
Things I’m loving
Style—denim on denim, RayBan Wayfarer sunglasses, Posse, Cult Gaia resort collection
Love Story (John F. Kennedy Jr. & Carolyn Bessette) TV series over the weekend and I’m utterly obsessed! It’s such a good show.
This Instagram account—Raquel’s Pantry with all her delicious nourishing, seasonal recipes. Perfect for getting in all the nutrients, especially with Lent fasting
Talk more soon!