“Let’s water the seeds of joy!” I just told my writer friend as we signed off our daily 5/5. It’s Saturday and it’s almost 7am, 6:55am to be exact. It feels good to be up earlier and getting our 5/5s, our quick dip into our novels, out of the way. Read more
While at San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, last year (when we were still living in a RV full-time as a family last year), I did a Mayan energy healing with a woman named Azenet who had quit her job as a journalist to become a Shaman and energy healer. Using Read more
Have you ever wept openly for a stranger before? In the privacy of my car as I drove back home today, I did just this, shortly after I received an email from a blogger I followed with the announcement of her death. The announcement was made from her husband. His Read more
I won’t lie. Even after all the books I’ve read on how not to give a flying f*ck about what other people think, I still care. A lot. In fact, just a little bit too much. A personal incident came up recently with my child and I was telling my Read more
Oftentimes in life, it’s easy to succumb to old ways of being, of thinking. Mine tends to automatically go into what’s going wrong. A friend of mine, who happens to also be a therapist and life coach, had stopped me mid-conversation one day over the phone. “Wait a minute, Lily. Read more
After living in an adventure RV full-time for over a year, now temporarily stopping our RV Life so our kid can attend high school, the thing I miss most is opening up my front door to a different landscape and having easy access to nature. The world was our front Read more
Living in a RV full-time forces you to live more simply With only about 100 sq ft of living space, our family of three had to whittle down our belongings into what was truly needed. This meant clothes that were actually worn day after day, not just for special occasions. Read more
Sometimes I forget. Forget why we began this trip, this new RV life. How easy it is to get caught up in the middle of life — with all its ups and downs — and forget how far we’ve come. But when I revisit pictures like this, I am reminded Read more
“Nuggets!” My kid cries, bent over his screen, as if he’s been shot, heading to the bathroom. Outside, I hear my husband cough amid abundant birdsong. We have traded the mosquitos for birds. The last campsite — Yellowstone/Lewis Lake — had bodies filled with our blood. Today we awoke in Read more
