quiet
TAOS, NEW MEXICO
Take me someplace where we can be silent together. ― Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things We left for New Mexico before the sun, my one hand in his, the other holding coffee. I’ve always struggled
morning
Honestly, I haven’t always loved the morning. My body and mind seem to move in half-time, fumbling for order with garbled words and hair and breath. And I don’t like fumbling. But these years of
words with you
My life doesn’t naturally provide space for stillness, physically, mentally, or spiritually. It’s strange to think of stillness as a discipline, but as a young mother, it is. In stillness (without my phone or computer),
lately
1. drinking Saint Arnold’s Spring Bock. 2. wearing Booties. 3. trying to eat more veggies. 4. playing outdoors with my family. 5. reading Quiet: The Power of Introversion in a World that Can’t Stop Talking. 6.