I've taken the coming week off of the consulting work I do for a living, in order to sink more deeply into this summer, Lucia, and the creative life . . .

A bit of progress I'm excited to share, and there is no other real reason for this short Daily Note than to say "it's coming" and "I am excited" and "finally." Last week, the completed layout of Lucia's third print issue went into a Dropbox folder for Karly (design advisor) and Sarah (who graciously agreed to serve as copy editor). This issue has been nearly two years in the making…

Last week I discovered an envelope in my post office box, one I had missed for months somehow. It was a thank you note from a writer named Lauren with whom I had brunch last autumn. She had tucked a thin glossy 4x6 photograph into the card, a gesture that felt like magic. Placing snapshots into letters has become so rare in the age of Instagram that it almost seems vintage…

I am experiencing something in my personal life right now that feels stressful to my body, my nervous system, and my brain because I associate it with big fears. Old patterns of thinking loom large. Even though the truth is that things have changed, and even though the likelihood is strong there will come a positive outcome this time, still I find myself ruminating on what might go wrong…

I have been wishing for a visual divider between my little yard and my neighbor's huge driveway. Wishing for my space to feel bounded, intimate, more magical. Wishing to look out my living room window and see quiet beauty surrounding me. I have been wishing for four years…

…Friendship is like this, I realized. We start with a container, we mix simple ingredients like flour and water, love and curiosity. We are patient. When the starter bubbles we feed it. We give it room to grow. And when it is established and has fed our hearts, we share a little bit, thereby inviting even more magic from what we have started.

Today is Earth Day. I am still gazing at the sky. Yesterday was Day Nineteen of The 100 Day Project. I decided to take a break from the routine of sharing one new restorative yoga pose each day on Instagram. Instead, I chose to meditate…

Mercury leaves retrograde today. Hal-le-LUUUU-jah! The past few weeks were like a cat in the doorway. (Coming in. No, going out. No, just staying here for now. Wait, but I think I want to go out.) Electronic communication went haywire. Texts disappeared into the aether. Phone calls were not received. Three people I know had computers crash and bought new machines. There is more...

There is a jar in my home filled with coins. Occasionally a $20 or $100 bill goes in. These large bills never stay long, though. They come and go, as real money tends to do. The change is the only constant. It reminds me that change accumulates slowly, piece by piece, until one day we look and see what it has become: enough. Enough of what we need. Enough of what we don’t. Enough is enough.

This morning has a softness, a peace to it that is hard-won and deeply rewarding. I am making space.The curvy trail sign where I often walk reminds me that life and relationships are not linear journeys. There will always be turns, there will always be moments and phases when we--and our loved ones--question everything. 

I've been practicing a new thought upon waking: "There is enough time. I have enough time. I have enough."

Who has recovered from the holidays? My tree is still up, for today. New pink roses and ranunculus in a vase soften the shadow of what is now Christmas past as they filter January's light. My word for the year is actually two words, which seems fitting considering it is a mystical "11" year (2+0+1+8=11) and of course, one plus one is two. The words I chose are creative focus...

Extended time with my family of origin always seems to feel like eating a mixed bag of jelly bellies in a dark movie theater. I am going to eat the whole bag because my favorite flavors are in there...

In order for rose hips to develop, one must leave her roses on the bush and avoid the temptation to cut them off mid-summer. She must be willing accept that they will go through a phase of crinkling brown. She must teach herself to love this uncomfortable season of transformation as much as she loved the promise of new buds in May and those soft pink petals in June...

Harvest season is here, the healer told me yesterday. Curious, I asked for more. "It is really three seasons," she explained as I curled into her big turquoise velvet armchair, sipping filtered water from a small mason jar...

My friend called this morning from her new perch on the East Coast. I was sipping coffee and watching Sunday morning rustle through maple leaves in my yard. "The things I need are space and time," I heard her say. It seems there is never enough of either, and yet we are surrounded by them. It is the ultimate paradox of a human life...

Sunday morning I sat on the threshold, in the doorway from my home to the garden, drinking coffee and missing her...

All of the things are blooming. Have you noticed? June is here. The Cecil Brunner rosebush is magnificent this year--an explosion of flowers so heavy that its top has fallen away from the white wall of the little city cottage where Lucia is made, and is spilling toward the alleyway. There is a lesson here for me, in expectation and fruition...

Daily Notes, From the Editor. Amanda married Joe on Saturday. My sweetheart came with me to the wedding, which was billed as a "spring party" so many guests arrived not knowing they were about to become witnesses, accomplices, protectors, defenders and partners in celebration of the bond we humans seek to forge with our chosen one by exchanging nuptial promises and sealing them with a kiss.

Daily Notes, From the Editor (440 words). Come as you are. You with the messy hair and fancy shoes. You with the styled curls and store-bought salsa. I want you here with me. Oh, your emotions have not yet landed? That's a relief, neither have mine. Oh, your story is still unfolding, uncertain, unknown? Thank goodness, me too. Come sit on my living room floor. Let's have a circle. The women behind Lucia gathered Friday night for tacos, mezcal, and May....

Sunday, April 9, 2017 - Daily Notes, From the Editor (550 words). Whoa, April is intense. Burgeoning. This thing we call Spring is aptly named. To the untrained eye, new growth appears suddenly, but if you have been paying attention you know: this all started long ago.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017 - Daily Notes, From the Editor (435 words): Sunday was the last day of winter. It's gone now. Poof! Spring. Two magicians arrived at my doorstep at four o'clock in the afternoon. The little one wore shorts, a heart tee-shirt, and no socks. The sun was shining. Her mother wore a blue sweater and a long down coat, offering me tulips and a humorous eye roll as they entered. It was a silent acknowledgment of both the winter temperature (only 8 degrees above freezing outside) and the spring-like hope of a Seattle child who sees the sun...

Thursday, March 2, 2017 - Daily Notes, From the Editor (290 words). The parchment paper lays delicately on the makeshift altar in morning light, with marks I cannot read, for the language is older than English...

The business of making a dream come true is not for the faint of heart. We are not given maps, and there are no clear answers about how to get there from here...

Daily Notes, From the Editor -- February is sure off to a roaring start, moving so fast we are nearly halfway through. I finally sat down today to write a few notes and as soon as I did, my sister went into labor. The world never stops. I'll share more about my new niece (!!!) when the time is right. But for today, I wanted to fill you in on the exciting adventures and news from my past two weeks...

Daily Notes, From the Editor -- "If you had the chance to go to outer space, would you take it?" He asked me this question from across the table as he poured my tiny cup of Thai Jasmine tea and we waited for our curry to be served...

I woke with these words falling from my mouth, "The women are marching. The women are marching. The women are marching..."

Daily Notes, From the Editor. We begin again in January. Evening meditation is a practice to which I have returned, again. The gentle, firm insistence of a woman I have asked to consider becoming my business coach is what finally got my rear-end to reintroduce itself to the pillow last week...

This was my ideal day. I wrote it down to see how I wish to live this year. Not red letter days when celebrations or vacations commence, but normal days, average days, days that make up my life...