The Slow Sunday Club
Dear friend,
This morning, I’m sitting by the window with my coffee. It’s Saturday, but it feels just like a Sunday. A feeling of being grounded.
The sea is still. The light is soft and silver. A friend from the island suggested we started describing the weather instead of using loaded words like good and bad weather. It’s just weather — for us to observe.
The local magpies landed outside the studio, and I watched their playful moves for longer than I meant to. Read more here!
If you’re reading this, you're part of a small circle of friends —
people who find beauty in the details and rhythm in the quiet.
I hope The Slow Sunday Club becomes a soft ritual for you.
A gentle reminder that slow is not only enough — it’s essential.
