This past Sabbath looked a little different… and honestly, it was exactly what my spirit needed. I stayed home. No rush. No noise. No performance. Just me, God, and the quiet work that centres me. I went out to the coop, cleared out the old bedding, laid down fresh hay, and covered part of the run with a tarp so my girls could have a warm, comfortable space for the cooler days ahead. It sounds simple… but it was deeply spiritual. There’s something about tending to the things God has entrusted to you — your home, your animals, your peace — that brings you back into alignment. Sabbath isn’t always about being in a building. Sometimes it’s about being still enough to hear God in the everyday tasks. In the soft moments. In the care. In the reset. I left that coop feeling lighter. More grounded. More grateful. May we all learn to recognise the holy moments hidden in ordinary work. And may God continue to bless the spaces we steward, inside and out. ✨💛

🐓🐾 SierraLeone & The Coop Crew — Pure Country Bliss SierraLeone — named after my grandfather’s birthplace — has this funny little obsession with the chickens. Every morning she stands at the glass door like she’s checking on her friends. Not barking, not fussing… just watching them like, “You lot alright out there?” And the sweetest part? When I let her into the coop, she doesn’t chase or show off. She just finds a sunny spot, stretches out, and melts into the ground like she was born for it. Honestly, I think she was yearning for that little bit of peace. The chooks accept her, she accepts them… and I’m just here playing host to the softest interspecies friendship ever. Life on this homestead is something else — a Rottweiler with ancestral roots vibing with a handful of chickens. You can’t make this up. Who knew the coop would be her happy place? 🌞🐾🐓

DUST BATH DIARIES You know you’re living the Hippy in High Heels life when your chickens are out here having a better spa day than you. I stepped outside and found the girls giving themselves a full-on dust bath — exfoliating, detoxing, unbothered… living their best life while I’m running around like a madwoman. Meanwhile I’m over here blending ginger, seasoning my dinner from scratch, juggling business meetings, and trying to remember where I put my lip balm. Balance, right? They bring the “hippy”, I bring the “high heels”… together we make it work. Honestly, watching them roll around like they don’t have a single bill to pay gave me a gentle reminder today: ✨ Find your simple joys. ✨ Take your version of a dust bath — whatever that looks like. ✨ And stop apologising for needing a moment. Now tell me — what’s your version of a dust bath? A long shower? A cup of ginger tea? Ignoring everyone for an hour? Drop it below so we can steal each other’s ideas.

Right, before anyone starts spreading rumours — no, I did not cook one of my own chickens. The audacity of the thought. My girls are outside living their best lives, clucking like they’re on council business. Meanwhile, I’m inside making a proper pot of chicken foot soup… using shop-bought feet, thank you very much. Sweet potatoes, cho cho, dumplings, green banana, plantain — the whole Caribbean parliament was present. And the chickens? All lined up at the door watching me like I’d called a staff meeting. One even side-eyed me, as if to say, “Hope that’s not who I think it is in that pot.” Relax, babes. You’re safe. For now. Anyway, video on the way. Soup bubbling, chickens gossiping, and me — Hippy in High Heels — trying to run a respectable homestead while dealing with poultry with attitude.

So… Rex is officially flitting between two homes. He shows up here like nothing happened — crows a bit, checks on Orli, Aviva, and Chava — then disappears again like a man with two families. 😂 I’ll let him live. We’ve all had seasons where we wandered before finding our rhythm again. Out here, it’s been a mix of loss and renewal — new chicks, a fresh batch of herbs drying, and me back in the kitchen testing my rebranded spice line just in time for Thanksgiving. Because nothing says gratitude like feeding people well — and knowing exactly what’s in your food. Your turn: What’s one ingredient, homegrown or store-bought, that you can’t cook Thanksgiving without? And who’s your “Rex” — the one who always comes back for the good stuff? 😏 #HippyInHighHeels #FaithAndFlavor #HomegrownGlow #KitchenTherap