Slow Sundays

A Sunday in Birmingham: The Kind of Happiness We Seldom Make Time For

There are days when the world feels impossibly heavy—days when your mind is divided between two…
Life Lately: Between Storms and Sparks

Reflections | Sunday Slow Diary (Belated Tuesday Edition) It’s Tuesday, and I’m finally sitting down with…
Sunday Slow Diary: The Greatest Show of All

Sundays have a way of arriving softly. No alarms, no rush — just the world slowing…
Sunday Slow Diary | A Week Without Millie

Life lately has felt slower, heavier—like every step carries the echo of something missing. It has…
Sunday Slow Diary- A Mosaic of Small Joys

Life lately has felt like a mosaic of small, comforting moments—each one different, yet when pieced…
Finding Ease Between Busy Hours

This week arrived with a gentler rhythm, and I felt it almost immediately. Monday began with…
A Pause, A Return

This Sunday Slow Diary is a little late. I wasn’t able to type because of the…
Honor Your Recovery

Sunday Slow Diary Some weeks don’t unfold in neat pages—they blur. This one was that kind.…
The Soundtrack of a Smoky Sunday

Yesterday wasn’t just a Sunday—it was the kind of day that felt like a scene from…
What Did This Week Teach Me?

Sunday Slow Diary Some weeks feel like marathons. The kind where you’re juggling shift work, errands,…
After the Rush, the Reflection

I’m writing this on my phone, still tucked under the sheets, half-dreaming and half-awake. My body…
Sunday in Uniform

It’s a quiet Sunday morning, but I’m not at home with tea and my usual blanket…
Sunday Quiet

This week wasn’t loud. It didn’t sparkle in a highlight reel or demand attention with achievements.And…
A Sunday for Returning to Myself

This week was not about catching up.It was about coming back — to myself, to my…
A Sunday After the Storm

This week didn’t ask — it demanded. Three night shifts. Long, relentless, breathless. The kind of…
A Sunday for Stillness

This week, the world asked nothing of me — and I, for once, didn’t argue. There…
Third Sundays and the Sacred Pause

There’s a strange comfort I’ve found in writing to myself on Sundays. Not the version of…
SUNDAY- SOFT GATHERINGS

Sunday Slow Diary # 2 There’s something sacred about Sundays like this—not because everything was quiet, but…
Sunday Slow Diary: Week One – A Gentle Beginning

There’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time now—something quiet, something personal. Not…