<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[nestledinquietude]]></title><description><![CDATA[nestledinquietude]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2026 22:27:04 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.nestledinquietude.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[:: the first day of autumn :: ]]></title><description><![CDATA[" The change starts late on a summer's evening, when you first notice the soft, familiar scent of distant woodsmoke in the sudden chill of the evening air. Then, a day or two later, a damp, mushroomy mist hovers over the gardens and parks. Later, you notice the leaves have turned silently from yellow ochre to walnut. Autumn is here once again. For me, this is when it starts, when warmth, and bonhomie come to the fore. Energy returns." {Nigel Slater} delights of early autumn mornings......]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/the-first-day-of-autumn</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ab2d237703293e42174b646</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><category><![CDATA[savoring the seasons]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2026 19:28:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_bae43db6ea154e3fa3be4b9e8d0af085~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: autumn's breath ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" Autumn's breath smells of parchment &#38; inkwells... I'm filled with ambition, new notebooks, new lines to be written. It's a season of back to learning, and I'm reminded that books smell of adventure, and I shudder with the anticipation that comes from cracking open the spine of a dusty, old friend. What wisdom will they impart this time? Could there be a mystery left to solve? Is there a path that perhaps we've missed? Now is the time to disappear into those worlds within, the ones we carry...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/autumn-s-breath</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6aaabcd0c4df873899e445aa</guid><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><category><![CDATA[savoring the seasons]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 16:06:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_d02d1568092d4176b85a53de7339d882~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: August days... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" There is no month in the whole year in which nature wears a more beautiful appearance than in the month of August. ... and yet what a pleasant time it is! Orchards and cornfields ring with the hum of labor; trees bend beneath the thick clusters of rich fruit which bow their branches to the ground; and the corn, piled in graceful sheaves, or waving in every light breath that sweeps above it, as if it wooed the sickle, tinges the landscape with a golden hue. A mellow softness appears to hang...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/august-days-5</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a984968c44e302e1505e41d</guid><category><![CDATA[savoring the seasons]]></category><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 17:34:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_a2c37d178e6f4779a99b03c1b3c6940b~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: July days... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" The rustling leaves above me, the breezes sighing round me, a network glimpse of bluest sky to meet the upturned seeing eye, the greenest lawn beneath me, loved flowers and birds to greet me... Oh happy, happy hour! Whence comes all this to bless me. The soft wind to caress me... But, hush! let nature lead me. Let even wisest questions cease while I breathe in such life and peace This happy, happy hour. {In a Hammock - Elizabeth Porter Gould} July, oh July... you were a month to remember....]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/july-days-4</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a81eceaa7a7d1a936d7ab55</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><category><![CDATA[savoring the seasons]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2026 17:26:28 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_1943e154aa374d0d941c42534ad91024~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: interstitial time... :: ]]></title><description><![CDATA[" Interstitial time : the gap between events, the spaces; the pauses: the stretches of everyday liminality that holds us gently as we wait." Hello friends, it's been awhile. How are you? I hope these light-filled langorous summer days are treating you well. Summer here in Idaho is hot. hot. hot. Thankfully, this is the norm, which is good...no surprises (the real surprise would be a 75 degree day with rain in July or August...that would be a wonderful surprise!!) Air conditioning is good....]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/interstitial-time</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a517f87c549c55b35af672d</guid><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2026 00:05:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_7cbeec570ea84481b691e0d96d9c028f~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: April days... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" There is really only one possible prayer: Give me to do everything I do in the day with a sense of the sacredness of life." {May Sarton: Journal of a Solitude} the blessedness of these April days... the world awakes in wonder. I love the gentleness of this month an intermingling of softness and vibrancy... early morning birdsong gardens beginning to bloom the peace of a spring rainfall. evening walks in my yard with my camera. noticing and appreciating these gifts nature bestows my daily...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/april-days-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fa19cfe6cd293e4376fc83</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2026 16:53:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_32d72c5160554a87bddfd103729295af~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: March days... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" There was only spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind-rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful." {My Antonia} Here we are...the end of April nearing and I'm just now posting for March. Ahem.  I'm not sure why it feels like a mental roadblock when I arrive here to post. Between all the various social media platforms out there, does anyone really...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/march-days-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69dfa19d47c3def1ffefe14e</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><category><![CDATA[savoring the seasons]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2026 21:21:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_0bce4c34944540c49e7c9840123ec90b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: When I am silent... :: ]]></title><description><![CDATA[" When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music." {Rumi}]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/when-i-am-silent</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b46112d7b18f7389d22284</guid><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2026 11:00:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_e2b0bf9ccad54e97bde72dffbb859d71~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: February days... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" Peacefully fresh, O February morn, thy winds come to me: quiet the light slants through the silver-bosomed clouds... Now 'tis that pause before the leaping spring, when over all things waiting comes a hush... In haven and at anchor rides my heart, and broods upon its swelling joys apart." {Laurence Binyon} a gladsome joy fills my heart... grateful for the hush these wintry months gift my life. a slowing down, settling in... a pause that refreshes, restores, re-settles my soul. this slow...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/february-days-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69aefb2bec4d9d18a157db3a</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2026 17:11:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_61673be9b3c341d2b7086a9d72fb2286~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: January reading... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" I nest in language. I make my home in stories and let them hold me. Words become wings that enfolds me and hides me from the world. I feel safe among them." {Hannah Kent} A satisfying start to the new year. I've been on a reading binge (yes, more than usual) I've been loving all the time spent snuggled in the library, sipping my tea, comforted by the loving weight of a book in my hands. there is no greater satisfaction than this.]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/january-reading</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6993ad99cf429c4fcb4d7490</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2026 12:00:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_c2057f56f0ea4170b5bfca2da40994d9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: January days... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" His love of the transcendent, his ecstatic praise of the vast and exquisite beauty of the world... I want to be wide awake to the divine mystery of the world. To keep my face and heart turned to wonder. This, I think, is success. This is what I want for myself." {Hannah Kent : Always Home, Always Homesick} in the stillness of January amidst the chaos in the world I know that peace and beauty are attainable actually required for a life of hope and wonder. for the acknowledgement that no...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/january-days-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">698b6b260a33f86ef4159564</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2026 23:50:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_b1ee1b7ad4744ba68498bf853de2de47~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: December days... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" ... softly, reverently... " letting the quietness of winter settle in...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/december-days-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">696e6f102aba66e7703703ae</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2026 18:05:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_3ce38ff565e44f3596c031d7a7837066~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: liminal space ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" These are the days in-between. The liminal space that hovers beyond the festivities and ahead of the fresh New Year. A time of long walks, hot coffee, languid lounging. ... everything on pause." the hush is a precious time... that fleeting pause when time bends and magic hovers." {Beth Kempton : Calm Christmas} the liminal space of silence and slow time. letting my soul catch up from the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. a permission to pause... letting the days unfold softly, hours...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/liminal-space</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6952b27916faf360ee634f0e</guid><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 17:08:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_bf0957f13fff4d70b4343e130ed3fd17~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: on gratitude ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" I already have nostalgia for the present. So yes... I'll eat the warm bread/tend to my longing/ buy the flowers/ embarrass myself/over text/ comfort this mortal body/ cry when I'm moved/ drink the extra coffee/hold the cup with both hands/be present with its heat and fall a little more in love with every flickering moment. Because this is it. This soft, primal, imperfect now." {Victoria Erickson} just over here falling a little more in love with every flickering moment. this is all that...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/on-gratitude</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6928a7b5cb45ab7844dc4bb6</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2025 19:47:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_2d89e4c49b944d81a1e658787badeb7a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: time spent in quiet ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" The holy secret to time spent in quiet... to seek an inner place of hush in which she may know her own heart." {Sarah Clarkson}]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/time-spent-in-quiet</link><guid isPermaLink="false">690ce971c7704ee6cd1b3011</guid><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><category><![CDATA[reading life]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2025 12:00:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_2de38aaf5289497fb207a6b2fe391f81~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: on reading Jane Eyre ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" So we open Jane Eyre; and in two pages every doubt is swept clean from our minds. ...Nor is exhilaration short lived. It rushes through us the entire volume, without giving us time to think, letting us lift our eyes from the page. So intense is our absorption that if someone moves in the room the movement seems to take place not there but up in Yorkshire. The writer has us by the hand, forces us along her road, makes us see what she sees, never leaves us for a moment or allows us to forget...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/on-reading-jane-eyre</link><guid isPermaLink="false">690ce5d496a2942ab27c152f</guid><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><category><![CDATA[reading life]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2025 12:00:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_3addbc011c624c01aecf91657f11e28e~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: October days... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year, upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which had drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling." {Jane Austen : Persuasion} Oh,...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/october-days-3</link><guid isPermaLink="false">690963a1f82473eab677f96c</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><category><![CDATA[savoring the seasons]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2025 17:27:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_0b66962db4254353b44f94ca809b26c4~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: Gently moving ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" To be a gentle mover in a swiftly spinning world. To be present. To only entertain the real. To listen. To stand inside of the stretch, the momentum, the tall discomfort of change, the knowing that you don't need to rush the practice, or even fake or force a thing. To believe in rhythm and movement. To trust in the river, the song, the stillness, the storm, and the seed. This is my religion." {Victoria Erickson} these lines... exactly what my heart needed this day. I hope you are well, my...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/gently-moving</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68fa3622d3059fbaddd576de</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><category><![CDATA[silence & slow time]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2025 14:16:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_9d24bace63b94718859613286ec76a91~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: halcyon days ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" ...As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky, As softness, fullness, rest, suffuse the spirit and frame the fresher,...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/halcyon-days</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e84950c3363e86faf6540c</guid><category><![CDATA[savoring the seasons]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2025 11:00:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_696cc040ac6e4385ad2d4e93d46e775c~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[:: September days... ::]]></title><description><![CDATA[" September has come... it is hers, whose vitality leaps in the autumn, whose nature prefers leaves and a fire in the fire-place." {Louis...]]></description><link>https://www.nestledinquietude.com/post/september-days-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e5b98c335b984f1adb81ea</guid><category><![CDATA[musings]]></category><category><![CDATA[savoring the seasons]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2025 01:25:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/93689e_06d45cbfa616401490f013d2e07097ab~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>april</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>