The Space Between Seasons

I’ve spent most of this week at home, getting ready for a fairly significant shift in my routine that begins next week and will carry me through to the end of the year. The rhythm of my days is about to change, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little apprehensive...

Pace Over Perfection: Still Here, Still Moving

I recently ran my first official race — a 10km.Nothing extreme, but meaningful in all the right ways. It wasn’t about chasing a fast time or proving anything. It was about showing up. The last couple of years have been shaped by recovery. First from a concussion that...

Returning to Myself (and Others)

Last weekend, I went to a weekend adventure camp for adults — the kind of thing that sounds almost too good to be true (for some of us!). And honestly, it was magic. Finlay Park, tucked away by the river in Cambridge, became a kind of portal. As I arrived I could feel...

Trusting What’s Happening Beneath the Surface

I’m still learning to be more patient, trusting that things take time. I often catch myself wanting to rush the process — wanting ideas to arrive fully formed, projects to take off immediately, relationships to deepen overnight. I know better, of course. I’ve seen it...

Between Two Places

We live between two places — shifting between homes, between landscapes, between different ways of being. And with that comes time away from our garden. And I miss it. I miss the quiet rituals of stepping outside in the morning to check on what’s new. A garden is...