Mountain time is such good soul food and we’re looking forward to being at Mt.Washington again this weekend.

Everyone I know downhill skis, and while I miss the adrenaline of it, the upside of no longer feeling inclined toward speed (I blew out my knee and can’t fathom doing it again) is that I get to enjoy some solo time.

I absolutely love heading off into the mountains by myself on snowshoes. It feels a bit vulnerable and also deeply empowering, all at the same time.

The sound of the forest when it’s snowing is incredibly nourishing—a silence that blankets the earth and creates a peace that’s hard to find anywhere else.

It is so lovely to pause, be still, listen, and take in the vast beauty. There’s so much aliveness in the dormancy and quiet—a gentle invitation to slow down and simply be.

In the transition to the fullness and pace of the city, my practice becomes carrying that sense of stillness and presence back into the rhythm of daily life—finding moments to pause, breathe, and reconnect, even amidst the noise.

Slow, intentional presence is always available, no matter where we are. We just have to remember to remember.