Posts Tagged "darkness"

Merry Christmas

Posted by on Dec 23, 2012 in Recent Posts | 6 comments

Merry Christmas

What an amazing journey 2012 has been—from the darkness and depression I experienced in January to flying to New York City to share our tiny house with a national TV audience in April, to a summer full of planting, harvesting, and canning to a glorious fall and a leap of faith. Even though so much has changed in 2012, one thing has been consistent: every Sunday, I sat down to reflect on my week, synthesized my experience into some sort of lesson, and sent an email to my letter subscribers. I have been working on my first e-book–a compilation of these weekly letters and photographs. It is exciting and scary to think about sending these words out into the world,...

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A Year of Tiny House Living

Posted by on Jun 20, 2012 in Benefits of Living Tiny, Mindfulness, Recent Posts | 15 comments

A Year of Tiny House Living

It is the solstice. Sunna, our sweet puppy, is barking large, fast circles around the property. I am up early to write from the garden, strong cup of coffee in hand. The sun is rising over the ridge and together with the forest paints designs on the wet soil. The bird songs are many and harmonious. Our woodpecker makes its echoing sounds trailing off to silence. The air is cool with a tint of warmth that tells me this will be a hot day. Summer solstice is here. I am happy to report that we’ve made it through a full cycle of seasons plus six-weeks in the tiny house. Has it been easy? No. Has it been worthwhile? Yes. When I look back through my journal, I see growth. The...

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Tiny House Family Christmas

Posted by on Dec 27, 2011 in Recent Posts | 11 comments

Tiny House Family Christmas

This was too raw when I was going through it, so I wasn’t comfortable with posting it. Neither were the kids. Now, it feels okay. It’s the truth! The light IS returning, and I am feeling much more hopeful. Written on December 27, 2011 I have been deeply sad in the last weeks. Sadness is not comfortable for me and I usually do everything I can to run from it. It’s easier for me to put on a happy face and fake it. But, as I near forty, the authenticity I crave won’t allow for that. So, I’m stuck with this sadness and all its layers. Maybe all the sadness I’ve run from for 38 years? And it’s dark and it’s Christmas and we live in a house with a foot...

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