Thoughts on mental health. Because it matters.

I am an escape artist. You are too. Each of us, in some ways, have mastered the art of escape.

Words are beautiful. Words are powerful. But what do we do when our words aren’t enough?

What would happen if, just for a moment, you put down the to-do list and noticed - and appreciated - the current moment with nothing more than your five senses?

What piece of wisdom do you wish you had when you were younger? What do you know now, that you wish you had known then?

Perception is reality... or is it? What do you see? What do you really see?

A reflection on the passage of time, and a reminder that we can always bring the joy of a previous season with us into the new one.

Is it me? Or did I land on some alien planet?

Sometimes that things that are different about us, the unconventional parts, are the parts that make us feel like we don’t belong. But it might be time to turn to the script on misfits.

Thoughts from the spaces between fitting in. Where we all fit. And always have.

You wouldn’t expect a teacup to do the job of a bucket - why do you expect yourself to carry more than your heart’s capacity?

For you…

A meditation

A moment of pause…

Rather than fear aging and striving for the appearance of youth, what would happen if we embraced the true wisdom and beauty that only comes with time?

An open letter to all the past versions of me. No matter where we were, no matter where we are, I believe in you.

We all live busy lives, and time is a precious and limited commodity. But choosing moments to share with those we love can me the best way to make the most of our days.

We like to think of ourselves as “free”, but are we? As social beings we internalize a lot of expectations and “scripts” the guide our interactions in the world. Sometimes these mental scripts can create mental prisons. This blog explores these ideas from a personal perspective.

Inspiration doesn’t have to be an outside job.

It’s easy to get caught up in the spiral of rumination, in patterns of thought and reflection. In those moments, lean in to the humanness that allows you to think and feel through each experience.

We are experiencing a meaning crisis. But after a trip to Japan, I realized sometimes we don’t need to go far to find meaning.

Our brains work hard every day to keep us safe. But is it real danger that is sounding the alarm? Or merely discomfort?

How we dress is an expression of who we are - except when it’s an expression of how we hope to fit in with those around us. What uniform are you wearing?