| LOCATION: in the garden at my bungalow in Amed, Bali overlooking the Java Sea | “Slowly… slowly.” They tell me this in Bahasa with careful caring eyes as I “jalan jalan”–journey. It is significantly more work to cultivate and practice simplicity than it is to “acquire and fill...
| LOCATION: Lying on a bench in the Starbuck’s in Chiangi Singapore Airport waiting for 7 am | As I prepared to be out of the country again for several months with the loosest of plans, I kept feeling the pull to stay home. “Your bed is SO comfortable…...
| LOCATION: Alive and happy on the corner of 3rd and N Street | Six years ago. Moments like this saved my life. It’s a simple picture with the biggest loss of my life happening like a raging underground river barely beneath a very thin surface. We think we...
| LOCATION: Relaxing at Menari Coffee on the side of the road amidst rice paddies in Gianyar, Bali, Indonesia | “May you laugh, even with your tears. May you be loved. May your smiles be returned, and the goodness of others flow to you. May your abundance bless even those...
| LOCATION: My cozy flat in the Lower Avenues, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA | I had an incredible session with a dear client this morning (the eve of Thanksgiving) and we spoke about her amazing Respect List: a list of personal statements that deeply affirmed and empowered her respect...
| LOCATION: …relocated | I told the universe, “I’m DONE.” And I meant it. I had had an unexpected and painful parting of ways with a new love interest who was also an old friend. My 3-year relationship before that had ended only a few months earlier like the last...
| LOCATION: At the counter in the Kitchen of My Life, asking “What’s for dinner?” | When people talk about answering the question of why they’re here, it always sounds like we expect it to be one thing. Like, “I’m here to have dinner. Once I decide on, prepare, and...
| LOCATION: On a cliff terrace facing the night storm over the Mediterranean, Vernazza, Italy | I sat out on the quay today writing in the sun, for hours. I knew the storm was coming. The town was only half open–half alive, as though it knew to prepare for something...
| LOCATION: Tulie ~ French Bakery off of 9th, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA | How will you feel in 30 years about the stuff you’re posting/commenting now? 🙂 Have any of you suffered from Fake Outrage*? Years ago in my 20s I had an epiphany one night as I...