Wedding seasons has a certain magic about it. There's a feeling in the air that you can't escape. Maybe it's spring and you can feel the world combing back to life, or in the fall when everything is changing and the colors dance around you like your friends on the wedding dance floor. Whatever it is, magic seems to build when many are gathered to celebrate love. The thing we're all looking for and hopefully are luck[...]
Tea and croissants (or any other tea time baked good) are my eucharist. It's the thing I give to almost every person that walks into my home. Its the way I heal those who aren't feeling well mentally or physically and how I, myself, come back to my body when the day just starts to feel like too much. I've often heard that the art of making tea is a meditation all of its own. This is where the iconic Japanese tea[...]
"May you never fall prey to fitting in. May you always swirl in all the directions the sacred winds want to take you. May you never hush your laughter nor your tears May you breathe without restriction. May you show up every single day to the calling that is you. And may you always know the courage of your heart." –Fig Ally A dear friend sent this poem to me after talking about the journey I[...]
This last year I’ve been on a journey, a soul search if you will. It’s been a day-by-day journey of separating out the parts of me that are truly me and the parts that have been curated in order to fit in. I often go back to things I knew to be true at 16 but have forgotten somewhere along the road to adulthood. This is why it felt appropriate to grab the book Women Who Run With Wolves when I found it on a shelf[...]
On the outskirts of San Jose, in Alajuela, we stayed in a garage apartment surrounded by a sweet garden. Our time in this Airbnb was only to get us closer to the airport on our way in and out of the country. It was there that we discovered Entre Nous, a French cafe, and creperie just down the street from our Airbnb, a short little walk through a gated community and along the main road. The European design of the[...]
As a child, I knew I’d grow up to be an artist. As an adult, this hasn’t always been so clear to me. This journey to living intentionally has been leading me back to the artist that has always been inside. The artist that’s inside of all of us. At a certain age, we start to believe that we’re no longer creative. At six years old we all call ourselves artists but by ten only a few will embrace that t[...]
Have you ever stood on train tracks and wondered where this path would take you? Down through the plains, into the mountains, along the ocean, you would go. You’d see your city, state, country the way it really is. Slowly making your way through the lands so that you can paint a picture in your mind of what the world around you is truly like. That’s the magic of trains. The slow form of travel we often forg[...]
Slow Living Through Letters We all know that feeling of something unexpected arriving in the mail for us. Underneath the usual spam mail that gets thrown into our recycling bin is a crisp envelope with our name on it. Our first response is to see who it could be from and ponder the thought of why someone would be sending us something. Is our birthday approaching? Are they hosting an event? What magic could lie in[...]
Inside all of us is a desire to connect. This could be a desire to connect with others or with nature but deep within us it lives and we can feel it nudging us every now and then, building a craving that pushes us towards something new. I’ve known this feeling for as long as I can remember. Nights growing up when my parents had guests over and I would listen to them laugh and talk into the night. Teen[...]