It’s Sunday, a week since we returned from our first visit to Australia. A friend texted me a couple of days ago saying, “You must have whiplash leaving sunny Australia to come home to...
The last few days of December always feel like a space between breaths for me. It’s that point where you have just completed your exhale but have not quite turned toward your next inhale....
It's that time of year again, when you might find yourself heading to the post office for holiday shipments. This two-part story about a major mindfulness failure on my part still makes me...
Central to my mindfulness practice is a question I return to several times a day: “What’s most important right now? What action can I take to be part of the solution?” Sometimes the...
It never ceases to amaze me how the universe drops opportunities into my lap when I am living and working in alignment with my purpose. Stepping back from work and people who did not spark...
On windy days, it can be hard to find stability. This is true in photography and in life. On a recent trip to Colorado, I had all sorts of stories running through my head when our single...
I’m writing from Sisters, Oregon today, where our family has gathered to celebrate my nephew’s retirement from the Marine Corps. The air is charged with laughter, memories, and the quiet...
I woke up feeling a sense of dread. “Ugh,” I thought. “It’s baseball game day.” I forced myself to remember the excited expression on our 12-year-old Afghan girl’s face when she said,...
This morning was Day 9 of my 30-Day Mindfulness Meditation Challenge. I love Day 9, since it’s the day that I bring in Portia Nelson’s poem “There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk” as the analogy...
“Went back to Urgent Care. Pneumonia.” I looked at the text from my friend and my heart sank for her. I knew she was supposed to drive several hours the next day to a two-day...
The stooped, elderly man in front of us dragged his luggage behind him, the weight too much for him to lift. He struggled to keep his head up to navigate the airport line, while also...
This Sunday morning feels like the space between breaths – exhaling the first half of 2025 and enjoying the stillness before the inhale to power me through the second half. Instead of my...