The snowy world of Lofoten where José and I met two years ago cemented something fundamental between us — a love for simplicity and remote places, where life feels a little more like how it was meant to be.
From cozy cafés to delectable pastries, my ferry ride from Tromsø to Lofoten held many wonderful things, not to mention a lesson I still remember: Sometimes it’s the days we plan the least that hold the greatest gifts.
My hope for this new storytelling project is that my complete Instagram gallery will be as fun and inspiring to look at as the posts themselves, and that each story will transport you to another beautiful corner of our globe.
For me, journaling is a way of capturing little slices of life from our extraordinary, ordinary days, and whenever we read them in the future, it’s as though we’re returned right to that very moment in time.
And so that’s the latest lesson I’ve carried home with me from Cumara: There will always be a time to rest and a time to grow in life — and I think all we can do in between is trust that in time, the new fruit will come.
For the first time, I’m trying to find words for the fog. I’m trying to be more open about this season of uncertainty, in the hopes that it may be of even the smallest encouragement to you on your own journey.
It isn’t just the cozy quality and small size that I love about cabins; it’s everything intangible a cabin represents, too — the connection to nature, the sense of solitude, and the greater simplicity’s of one’s daily rhythms.
It is this image of beauty and reflection that I will be carrying with me into the start of 2018, having left ‘the lived’ of this year behind — and I hope that this picture, and Ale’s timely words, hold inspiration for you as well.