about denisa

My story, and
maybe yours too

short sentence here for balance

A woman in a green dress holding a beige tote bag stands on a cobblestone street in a Mediterranean town, with white buildings and a view of the sea in the background.

Starting over (again)

Hi, I’m Denisa. I’m so glad you’re here.

I grew up in Romania, moved to Canada in my twenties, and—after seven houses, far too many moving boxes, and decades of life on the Pacific Coast—found myself starting over on the Spanish coast in my mid-forties. By then, transition and I were on a first-name basis.

Sometimes it felt like an adventure. Other times, like loss. Most days, both. My daughter left home to study abroad, my body began to change in ways I couldn’t name, my husband started working from the living room (togetherness is its own spiritual practice), and friendships stretched thin across time zones and WhatsApp threads. Even grocery shopping felt foreign—who knew finding eggs could be a cultural crisis?

Some mornings, I’d sit in the quiet and wonder: Who am I now? And where did my life go?

A woman walking with a large bag past outdoor seating in front of an old stone church with string lights and bicycles, on a sunny day.
A woman in a beige dress sets a table outdoors with a scenic mountain view in the background. The table is decorated with fruits, candles, and tableware for a meal.

Why I set a table

I went looking for a gentle place to hold those kinds of questions—about faith, belonging, and what it means to become in the middle years. A place without pep talks or ten-point lists. A place where women could tell the truth about their lives without tidying it up first.

I couldn’t find that place.
So, I set a table instead.

What you’ll find here isn’t a program or a formula. It’s a rhythm. A safe space to pause, breathe, and remember you don’t have to do this alone.

Discover the Four Spaces
A table setting with a dish of black grapes, a plate of green grapes, a glass of water, and dishes with a fork and candles.

So good to meet you

I’m a certified spiritual director, author and retreat leader—helping women in midlife notice the sacred in their ordinary days and find belonging in the in-between.

I’m an evangelist for beauty in all forms. I live on the Mediterranean coast with my husband of twenty-six years, an overwatered olive tree, and a bookshelf that’s running out of space.

And after all this time, I still can’t find the eggs at the Spanish grocery store.

A woven handbag filled with pink and orange flowers, resting on a concrete step near a large potted plant with long, narrow green leaves, beside a weathered wooden bench on an outdoor stone staircase.

A few official bits:

I don’t have all the answers (I still can’t reliably find the eggs in Spain). But I do know this: God meets us where we are. And life is lighter, kinder, and more beautiful when we walk it together.

Come sit with us.

Discover the Four Spaces