Have you ever felt that gentle tug inside—the one that whispers pause?

In a world that moves faster than our souls can follow, it’s so easy to get swept away in the rhythm of doing. The full calendar, the endless projects, the laughter with friends,...

It’s that time of year again—colors burst forth in the forest, the rain begins to fall, the darkness stretches a little longer each day, and the cool breath of autumn reminds us to rest. I find myself hunkering in, sleeping nine hours a night, simmer...

Landing back in the USA and writing to you today from San Diego. We're here for a long weekend to visit family as well a enjoy a full day  Festival that our Nevada City community is producing at the Del Mar Fairgrounds. If you're in the area, message...

I've been  hearing a lot about all the "noise" happening in the U.S. The concerns regarding division, separation and harm to others and the environment are evident. While living in different country, a broader perspective is witnessed and the chaos o...

Here’s the truth: it’s perfectly human to struggle with reality, to feel anxious about the state of the world, and to find it hard to self-regulate some days. I've been hearing a lot from women navigating these feelings. The idea that we can simply “...

Your body is a clock — and it longs to be in rhythm with the natural world.

Ayurveda shows us that digestion, sleep, and energy all have their optimal times. Eat your largest meal at midday when your fire is strongest. Go to bed before 10pm when you...

This morning I woke with the enthusiasm of a child at Christmas—except instead of Santa, it was the sun rising over the ocean that drew me out of bed. I scampered down the jungle path, the scent of rich earth and the softness of dawn air guiding me t...

It feels like a fresh start. A new beginning.

Nestled under cotton sheets beneath a swath of nets, I drifted into dreamland last night not long after 7 p.m. The final sleep after three glorious unplugged days . Why not? It was dark, and I was tired....

Buenos Dias

I’m writing to you on a Friday afternoon in Costa Rica just before stepping away for a cyber break—Saturday through Monday, completely unplugged. Already, I feel the tug of habit… that instinct to reach for my phone at every pause, or op...

Do you feel it? The twix in between. 

Outside, the leaves are hinting at autumn’s gold, yet the air still clings to summer’s heat. We are neither here nor there—not fully in fall, not quite out of summer. This is the nature of transition: the in-bet...