For twenty years I lived on a farm on Whidbey Island. Most Sundays, when the weather was good, an aged Danish man would stroll through the farm calling out a cheerful hello if anyone was visible.
One day I headed out for my walk at the same time he appeared and, for a short time, we walked together. He told me that he loved the farm because it reminded him of Stella Sunday afternoons. He didn’t say more than that, but the words stuck with me and conjured images of simpler times, quiet afternoons and connection.
When I decided to write this blog about living creatively in a complex world, Stella Sunday Afternoons resonated and the title has become a touchstone when I feel myself mired in complexity.
Grab a second cup or tea or coffee and wander these pages…maybe you will discover your Stella Sunday Afternoons too.