About

My name is Dena Joan. I was born in the springtime, but my heart has always felt most at home in autumn.

I live and mother on the same street I grew up on, and I walk many of the same paths I’ve been drawn to since childhood. Much of my life has unfolded here—in seasons, in cycles, in returning. I write from the middle of this life and live by the practice of paying attention.

For many years, this space has been devoted to living with intention—as a way of relating to time, home, and family. I believe a meaningful life is shaped slowly, through daily rhythms, care, and the willingness to move at the pace of what is real. Motherhood has deepened that understanding for me, asking for both structure and spaciousness, planning and room for magic.

Walking in nature has become one of the quiet anchors of my days. What began as stroller walks through early motherhood has grown into a lifelong practice — a way of returning to my body, to place, and to myself. Much of what I write here is shaped by that movement: noticing light, weather, seasons, and the small details that make a life feel embodied.

Seasons of Light is a place for my reflections on motherhood, home, seasonal living, and the gentle practices that support a slower, more attentive way of being. I hope to offer my lived experience, quiet observations, and an invitation to move through your own days with a little more presence and heart.

Thank you for being here.