Slowing down, seeing more, and choosing meaning in the ordinary. There's a quiet kind of longing that shows up in adulthood—not for more, but for depth. Not for grand adventures…
Sunday habits used to be something I treated like a lost day. Half-recovery from the week that just happened, half dreading the upcoming week. I would either try to cram…
Every time someone mentions mindfulness, the first image that comes to mind is sitting quietly in the middle of a jungle, surrounded by the insects singing, without a single thought…