For the past two years, I’ve been resting. Not the kind of rest that means doing nothing, but the kind of rest that feels like composting. Turning over the soil. Letting all the busy, productive, striving energy of the last decade sink down and break apart, so something new could grow. It wasn’t graceful. I fought it the whole way. I kept trying to make the pause feel purposeful: gardening, building, business-ing. But even the deer and squirrels reminded me that not everything we fence in or...

The old saying goes, "Time flies like the wind. House flies like the wall." I was on a walk one morning with Kaya (a very slow walk due...

I'm slowly coming back from my year long sabbatical... a year off social media and a year to focus on the little things. One of the first...