As this extroverted introvert, I have found that hosting is quite similar to performing. I didn’t grow up in a family that hosted a lot of big gatherings, dinner parties or events save from birthdays and the major holidays (and even those were pretty intimate groups, more often than not). However, moving to Morocco and finding myself landed in the middle of a boisterous Moroccan family who are now my own kin, I quickly learned that graceful hosting and true hospitality were mandatory skills to acquire.Read More
Our lives are often marked by ritual. When we look back on our most memorable events, they are usually centered around holidays, large shifts, and general points of transition. For years, I grew up with that regular annual ritual of The End of Summer.Read More
I am grateful for my own ability to adapt to situations and groups because in many ways it has served me well in traveling and living in a different culture. However, that surface level of only revealing certain acceptable parts of ourselves gets quite draining after a while, especially if you’ve been doing it sporadically since 6th grade. I believe that those random interests that delight us have value- it’s about time to own it all and eliminate the term “guilty pleasure” from our everyday vocabulary.
Each place I have visited sparks a completely different kind of inspiration that I always feel compelled and motivated to bring to my work, either in movement, writing, or even in the kitchen. However, because of this fast flush of information and motivation that comes with each journey, the process of landing back home becomes a little bit more difficult to navigate.Read More
There is a conversation that I feel like I have been having a lot lately, resonating even more in light of turning a year older this past week. It is on the subject of finding that fine balance between hard work and surrender.Read More
Lately, despite life reaching slightly hectic heights, there is one thing that I have consistently been making time for: books. I have been reading without fail first thing each morning and just before going to sleep. Sometimes it is the same book, sometimes I juggle a non-fiction in the morning and fiction at night (always in that order for some reason), but it has become so rooted into my days that I am packing multiple books for my upcoming trip, just so that I don’t run out of reading material and ruin my comfy little routine.Read More
I will fully admit that not only do I judge books by their covers, but I often judge a book by its title as well. Something with an intriguing, poetic or punchy title will always get my attention, but whether or not it can hold it is the real test. Everything about Madness, Rack, and Honey, by the poet Mary Ruefle, drew me in immediately. The title that conjures up vivid images and textures, the bold font, the way madness runs off of the front cover. And the interior? It was not a let down in the slightest.Read More
I have only ever spent one Christmas away from home. It was in the midst of my 9-month backpacking adventure and while I was lucky enough to be among old family friends in a beautiful little crescent of northern Norway, it just wasn’t quite the same. I had a lovely time in their Scandinavian cabin-like home, surrounded by dramatic icy waters and snow-laden mountains, lighting candles in the long dark hours and making the most of the 3-4 hours of sunlight.Read More
Due to the fact that in just several hours I will be hopping on a plane, beginning to make my way back to Minnesota for the holidays, I am going to keep today's post a bit shorter, but still nice and sweet.
Let's talk about books and cake.
There is something about this season that gives me the strong urge to keep a book nestled on my lap, a mug of coffee in hand and a slice of something sugar-laced and delicious balanced on the couch cushion nearby.Read More