Simple Joy, I found

(and How to Find Yours Again)

Peace isn’t something we chase—it’s what rises when we stop trying to earn rest. This painting, like the quiet hours that inspired it, reminds me that solitude isn’t emptiness—it’s where lost dreams begin to return.

I used to mourn the quiet. It took a while to adjust to no one slaming the door upon their arrival home. Or the wide variety of questions:…