| 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: Sitting in utter relief waiting for United Flight 632 at? | Arrived just in time at JFK, looking for the United terminal… There is no United terminal at JFK. But there is at LaGuardia. A terrified and frantic taxi ride later, I checked in one minute late...
| LOCATION: Looking down at the Black Sea from 36,000 feet, flying from Indonesia back to U.S. after 3 months away. | VISION. I’ve been staying in Amed. A quiet hardly-touristed village on the upper eastern coast of Bali as 2015 ended. I like to look at my year not...
| 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...