One of my favorite seasonal festivals is called Lughnsadh, mostly because it brings me toward fall, and I love everything abo...

There's a phase of a woman's life that’s older then the stories we tell ourselves about reinvention and too vital for the not...

Dear friends,

I've been blogging at asoulfullworld.com almost weekly since August of 2021. That’s more than 250 weeks of wri...

I'm writing from Oregon on a beautiful spring day. More specifically, from a regenerative farm in Yamhill County called The G...

There is a moment, just before the first of May, when the world seems to hold its breath. The apple tree is heavy with blosso...

I have two children receiving master's degrees this year, and I've been thinking a lot about what mastery is.

My youngest, R...

There was a morning, a few years ago, when I sat with my coffee and tried to account for my week. Not in the way I used to, t...

It's Easter and we're likely to hear the story most of us have heard many times before. This time, I invite you to pay specia...

A couple weeks in a tiny home is teaching me something.

This week, while the rest of the world was busy searching Google for...

Spring is here. Did you feel it arrive? It’s a powerful point of transition worthy of a pause for consideration. 

The Spring...