Embrace imperfect action and growth by learning to just show up. Especially when you're afraid you won't get it exactly quite right!

December on the west coast is the very definition of grey. It's wet, and it's dark. As I write, I'm listening to rain on the roof. Again. We're on our third atmospheric river in less than two weeks. The ground is WET. Like, next-level, sponge-soaked-with-water wet. It's full-body Gore Tex raingear wet, and even still, I managed to come home from tonight's dog walk with wet socks. We're still making our way towards the darkest day, but I've settled into acceptance that the mos

this quiet life isn't just a writing space. It's a living space. It's a learning space. It's a growing space.

I attended my first silent retreat with my teacher Carly Forest in May of 2017. It was a huge leap of faith to register because I was having major abdominal surgery six weeks prior, and I would still be early in my recovery at retreat time. But I chose to trust that I'd be capable of the long trip and the five days of the yoga-based retreat, and took the plunge. I had no idea what to expect, and wondered what it would be like to be immersed in deep quiet for so many days. Th

There are so many who have just joined our little community at this quiet life that I wanted to take a moment to say hello, and welcome....

this quiet life has been fallow for nine months. It's not that there haven't been creative sparks. I've started a half dozen posts in my...

168 Days. It's not exactly a round number. But in our house, it's a number that has us doing a happy dance. Why? 168 is the number of...