Efforting Less: Opening to the Unexpected

A love note from the in-between

I’m in the middle of a move — again.

By now, I’ve become so practiced at it that it almost feels like an art form. Not always a graceful one — but there’s a rhythm to it: packing, sorting, letting go, reimagining life in a new space. It stirs something ancient in me, this process of uprooting and replanting. And every time I do it, I learn something new …