A gentle reentry into writing again. A week of small noticings, interior moments, and the quiet ways we find our way back to the page, back to writing.

I used to save my nice notebooks—the beautiful ones with thick paper, soft leather covers, or embossed designs. I told myself I’d use them when I had something important to say, when my words felt worthy of the page. Until then, they sat on my shelf, waiting.

The page is like a map for my day, the X that marks the spot where I am. Here I am, right now, looking out the window and noticing the little things. This quiet time helps me tune into how I feel, what’s pressing on my mind, and what I want for the day. It’s a starting point, every morning, over and over again; a way of continuing to be myself.

Having a journaling practice is essential to my well-being. When I am feeling out of balance sitting down with pen and paper to sift through thoughts and feelings always restores me. 

I am a deskless writer...

A list of simple pleasures that, for me, make the ordinary extraordinary…

Do you love notebooks? I have a thing for notebooks. I am never without paper and pencil…

The most sensual of all cities I’ve travelled to, Venice