Welcome to DART - Daily Action & Rhythm of Tradition

Reclaiming a life Our Ancestors Would Recognize.

A couple of years ago, I thought I was going to rebuild my career based on who I was and what I knew. Corporate experience, marketing savvy, digital strategy—surely I could make something work. But the more I read, the more I experimented, the more I listened, I began to see a different kind of movement emerging. And I realized I wasn’t alone.

There is a growing appetite—not for nostalgic submission or “Trad Wife” caricatures—but for something older, truer, slower. People across the spectrum are reclaiming the domestic arts not out of obligation, but desire. They're growing their own food, sewing their own clothes, baking their own bread—not to make a statement, but to make a life. To make sense.

What unites this movement isn’t politics—it’s pace. On the right, people are worried about losing their farms. On the left, they’re worried about the environmental cost of shipping salad greens 2,000 miles. Both are asking: Is this really the best we can do?

I don’t think the answer lies in charging ever faster into “progress.” I think the answer lies in going back—not to the 1950s or 1850s, but before industrialization, to a time when our rhythms were slower, seasonal, and rooted in community. A time when human-scale life still existed.

And the truth is, I’ve been drawn to that world all my life. My hobbies have always leaned traditional: baking, spinning wool, knitting, herbal medicine, even cleaning. Yes, cleaning—deep cleaning, with intention and pride, with tools that feel good in your hands, like a hand-lathed ostrich feather duster. That joy is not frivolous. It's sacred.

We’ve lost something vital in the shift to modern life. We’ve flattened roles into identities, jobs into brands, home into background noise. But what if our burnout isn’t from doing too much—but from doing the wrong things? What if we’ve stripped away the daily actions and rhythms our souls actually need?

This is where DART comes in.

DART stands for Daily Action & Rhythm of Tradition. It’s my home for exploring and sharing all the lessons I’ve learned (and am still learning) as I reclaim the domestic arts—skills and rituals that root us in time, place, and purpose.

I’ll be sharing recipes, reflections, and real-life experiments in traditional living. And I’ll be building a business too—starting with a small-scale milling operation producing whole wheat flour. If you’ve known me a while, you know I’ve tried a few businesses these past couple of years. Coaching, web design, marketing strategy. None of them stuck. They were clever. But they weren’t meaningful.

I finally realized I was trying to squeeze my old life into a new paradigm. I wanted to work with people who made real things—but I was still trying to build a business based on passing information around the internet. I’m not dumb—but I can be slow. It finally hit me: I need to make something.

That’s when I found flour. I fell down the rabbit hole of whole wheat, stone mills, heirloom grains—and something clicked. This wasn’t just about flour. It was about food security. Community. Healing. It was about giving people back the most basic ingredient of life—and reconnecting to the land and labor behind it.

This is what I’ll be doing. Milling flour. Selling at farmers markets. Building local partnerships. Sharing what I learn, what I bake, and how this all fits into a broader rhythm of living well.

This isn’t about becoming self-sufficient in a bunker. It’s not even strictly about homesteading. It’s about finding ways to re-integrate these old practices into modern life, even if you live in a suburb or work in a hospital. Most of us can’t—or won’t—go fully off-grid. But we can reclaim the parts of our lives that make us human.

Let me be clear: I’m not advocating a return to restrictive gender roles. I’m not a Trad Wife. I believe in rights and autonomy and equality. I’m building a life that I can sustain if I’m ever widowed or divorced—but I’m also building it with my husband, in partnership, not competition. This is not about who stays home or who earns what. It’s about choosing rhythms that support the soul.

And yes, I’ll still be writing at Peace on the Doorstep, my faith-based Substack. That space will continue. But DART will stand alongside it, focusing more broadly on tradition, rhythm, and the practical arts of domestic life. You don’t need to share my theology to find value here.

So what can you expect?

Bread recipes. Wool spinning. Garden plans. Herbal tinctures. Cleaning routines. Notes from the mill. Stories from the field. And hopefully, over time, contributions from others walking a similar path.

Because this isn’t just a blog. It’s an experiment in remembering. In rebuilding. In re-grounding our lives in the actions that sustain us.

I hope you’ll come along.