It’s about an awareness, and an acknowledgement that just two seconds of our attention can isolate one of a million tiny pieces that make up each day and elevate it to a moment worth remembering.
Slow Moments: Week Three.
Stories – about life
Slow Moments: Week Two.
As we walked the beach at Pillar Point, soaked in the last of that day’s light, and watched mammoth waves twist and tumble, all I could think was: These are the moments worth making space for.
Slow Moments: Week One.
On the surface, these slow moments couldn’t be more different. But at their core, I’d like to think there’s a powerful truth connecting them: that slowing down has only to do with how we’re moving.
“Find your eternity in each moment”: In search of Slow Moments.
I spend so much time focusing on the big moments ahead – the meetings, the workshops – that I forget to focus on all the steps in between, the Slow Moments that actually make up our lives.
“To hear myself living”: Notes on shifting gears and slowing down in 2014.
I’m welcoming the space this stillness will bring to my life – the space to dive into the story I’m hoping to share, and to dig deep into the lessons these last few years on the road have taught me.
Decisions are like dominoes, and other lessons
May 2014 be a year of adventure, a year of doing what we love, a year of experiencing things we can’t even begin to fathom right now. That was the final lesson 2013 taught me: Leave room for the unexpected.
TBEX Dublin: On the importance of asking why.
To ask why is to go deeper, to seek the significant and look for connections. It takes time to draw meaning out of an experience, but it’s worth it – for ourselves and for the stories we’re wanting to tell.
Book Passage 2013: Notes on living with an open heart.
Carrying me through each step was the gift that Book Passage gave me, and others: assurance that we are on the right path. That every page written, every risk taken, and every dream believed are actually leading somewhere.
Onwards, onwards: Notes on five years of travel.
This week five years ago, I stepped on a plane bound for London – little did I know how much that trip would change my life. It’s this sense of possibility that keeps me moving through the world, as well as through life.
Notes on failing forward: Or, the day I almost quit sketching.
I got to that point of failure on Saturday afternoon. The point where your faith feels as shriveled and dry as a fallen leaf in autumn; the point where a steady paycheck sounds as appealing as pizza and peanut butter to Survivor contestants.