A poem about being a light in dark times.

Part of me always thought it was a service to worry about my loved ones and get really depressed in response to injustices. But after going through a tumultuous year, I’ve learned why my misery is actually a disservice. Now, I lead with joy.

Here’s a round-up of everything I wrote and shared with you in 2024—from navigating hard times to embracing creative play; from big dreams to rage journaling. I’m proud of it, and it’s the perfect amount.

When you’re having a hard time, life doesn’t stop to wait for you. This is very unfair. BUT…here’s a practical technique for juggling life when you’re stressed and exhausted.

Life is much too short to always feel rushed. Wasting time can be a beautiful practice that helps us unhook from hustle and reconnect with the joy of our humanity.

Five list-making prompts to help inspire you to slow down, access your joy, and have more fun. Audio version available.

Even when life is speeding by, we can find oasis in our experience. Here are nine ways to practice slowing down and letting the moments of life unfold with more ease. Audio version available.

My observations about when self-care routines are helpful and when they are harmful. Audio version available.

As our capacity ebbs and flows, self-care is a constant dance between discipline and surrender; pushing and trust; routine and variety. This post is a permission slip for you to gently lean into either structure or freedom. Audio version available.

This 5-minute guided meditation by Quinn Corte allows you to take a breath in the morning before you hit the ground running. Just 5 minutes of mindfully checking in will change the trajectory of your entire day.

I spent the month of January in a tug-of-war between setting goals and finding inner peace with where I am. Today, I am emerging triumphant (and a little banged up), holding two truths: that I am enough, and that I also feel stuck.

We are delighted to feature our first guest blog post, written by Paula Jones for The Retreat Space.

A couple of springs ago I found myself at the end of a magical week, sitting on my hotel bed, biding my time before departing for the airport. The hotel was grey and sterile. And the Monday morning light caught me suspended in time between two worlds.