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  • The Greatest Gift: Time, Attention, and an Open Mind

    The Greatest Gift: Time, Attention, and an Open Mind

    What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

    We live in a world overflowing with stuff but starving for presence. The older I get, the more I realize that the greatest gifts don’t come wrapped, purchased, or planned — they come through connection.
    For me, the greatest gift someone could give isn’t a thing at all. It’s their time, their attention, and an open mind. Those three might sound simple, but they carry more weight than anything that can be bought.

    The Gift of Time and Attention
    Time is quietly the most valuable thing any of us have. None of us can make more of it — only choose how to spend it. So when someone offers their time freely, I see it as an act of generosity.

    The same goes for attention. In an age of constant distractions, uninterrupted focus feels like luxury. A conversation without checking a phone or glancing at the clock is rare — and meaningful.

    I’ve had moments when a friend listened without trying to fix anything, simply nodding and holding space while I talked through something heavy. No advice, no interruptions, just presence. That kind of attention lasts long after the words fade. It says, you matter to me right now.

    Time and attention are really about presence — about showing up fully instead of halfway. And if we can do something together, like tending a garden on a warm afternoon or cooking something fragrant on the stove, all the better. Shared experiences turn time into memory and memory into meaning.

    The Power of an Open Mind
    An open mind is just as important. Conversation stops feeling like connection the moment it turns into correction. I appreciate people who listen to understand rather than to win. When someone truly listens, it feels safe to share — to disagree, even — without fear of being shut down. That safety is what real trust feels like.

    But when a person constantly inserts their opinions or tries to prove a point, I quietly withdraw. It stops being dialogue — it becomes a contest, and connection disappears.

    Maybe that’s what ties all three gifts together — time, attention, and open-mindedness are all forms of presence. They ask us to slow down, listen, and approach each other with curiosity instead of control.

    Presence as the Greatest Gift
    The best gifts don’t usually arrive on birthdays or holidays. They show up in the small, ordinary moments when someone sets aside distractions and simply shows up.

    In the end, the greatest gift isn’t something someone gives to me — it’s how they show up with me. Showing up wholeheartedly — with kindness, curiosity, and no agenda — might just be the greatest gift we can offer each other.


    What’s the greatest gift someone has ever given you? Was it a thing, a moment, or simply their presence? Share your story in the comments. It’s always a joy to hear how others experience connection.

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  • Making People Feel Known: Memory, Family, and a Slower Homestead Life

    Tell us one thing you hope people say about you.

    I Hope People Say I Make Them Feel Known.

    I get a little thrill every time someone says I have a great memory. To me, it means they felt remembered—seen in some small but meaningful way. Remembering a friend’s child’s name, a neighbor’s birthday, or a detail from a conversation months ago is my way of saying, “You matter to me.”

    Over the years, through college, grad school, and now in my work and home life, I’ve been lucky to cross paths with so many different people. I’ve learned that connection rarely comes from big, dramatic moments. It usually comes from the quiet things. I listen closely, ask follow-up questions, and circle back to the small details someone trusted me with.

    When I ask about a new baby, check in on a big project, or remember to follow up on a hard week someone mentioned, it doesn’t feel like a task on a to-do list. It feels like a privilege. I love learning about people’s families, work, and hopes and letting them know their stories didn’t just pass through my mind and disappear.

    That same mindset is woven into how I think about family and homesteading. Both require paying attention. You learn the rhythms of your people, your animals, your garden, your land. You notice when something is off, when something is thriving, when something needs a little extra care. It’s a slower pace, but it’s richer because you’re actually present enough to see what’s happening.

    In a world that moves fast and often skims the surface, I hope people say that I slowed down and truly paid attention. That I listened well, cared deeply, and made even ordinary conversations feel like reminders that they mattered. Whether it’s tending relationships or tending a garden, it’s the small, consistent acts of care that make a life feel full.


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    Bread Crumbs of Connection

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