My husband and I ended 2025 in the simplest, most nourishing way.
We rented a small cabin at Palisades and, without surprise, we were the only ones in the park. The stillness wrapped around us like a blanket — no noise, no rush, just winter, rock, and sky.
We played games.
We watched shows.
We read.
We talked — the kind of talking that meanders and doesn’t need to be finished.
We walked slowly with no plan, just to feel the air on our faces.
We rested.
We laughed.
We held each other.
And we let the day be exactly what it was.
It was relaxing. Rejuvenating. Filling.
It reminded me how essential it is to slow down — to stop measuring time by what we produce, and instead by how deeply we feel our lives.
It reminded me how essential it is to slow down — to stop measuring time by what we produce, and instead by how deeply we feel our lives.
Slowing down doesn’t mean falling behind. It means choosing presence.
And when we came back home… I took a nap. Of course I did. My body was still asking for softness — and I listened.
As we step into a new year, I want more of that: more quiet, more presence, more moments that nourish rather than deplete.
Here’s to slowing down — together.
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