Okay, so—

My name is Krysann Joye and I write to re-member you to the things you already know are true.

And right now you’re here, sitting at your computer or scrolling on your phone, taking a minute to yourself even though you have about a million responsibilities and tasks and various other very grown up things. You might even be feeling a tad guilty about the time you’re spending not doing the other things and the fact that just before this you were reading about Taylor Swift’s latest feud instead of getting that recipe you opened your browser to find.

Sister. I am so glad you chose to spend a superfluous second with me.

Because I am over here, too, in the trenches of long division with one of my four kids or trying to throw dinner together at 6:30 because I am terrible at planning meals. Also maybe I know everything there is to know about a YouTuber I had never even heard of until this morning but I am now deeply emotionally invested in their well-being because the internet won while I was googling a recipe, too.

And all of this sits right next to the losses that will never leave me, the healing I am annoyingly committed to, the cycles I’m trying to break, the gratitude I feel inadequate to express.

I don’t know how you got here, but I know that you, like me, carry your own griefs and private joys and fears about whether or not you’ve actually “got this” like your favorite mug reminds you. And I know that you are looking, as I am, for the Good Stuff.

So I’ve made this space. For me to share what I think might help and for you to catch your breath.

Where you can chart a map from what feels like not-enough and too-small to exactly right.

Where you can grant yourself permission to see how your life is already making the world a better place.

Where you can find courage when you need it to follow the call you hear from the dark. To not run from grief or wallow on the surface, but to dive in and find what joy might wait, what Presence might be there, what strength you might realize.

Where you can realize the rest beneath all the unrest of being human—being mom, friend, wife, daughter; being an activist, organizer, artist, teacher; being a member, a citizen, a part of a group; being essentially divine, imbued by God with wonder and beauty and grace and striving to re-member yourself to it.

Everything I make is meant to help you do just that. Welcome in, friend.