Turning 48 feels less about age and more about gratitude — for presence, connection, and this beautiful shared life.

Today, I turn 48.
The number doesn’t mean as much as it used to. Birthdays now feel less about counting years and more about sensing the quality of my living.
How is my heart feeling these days? Am I still open, curious, connected with the flow of it all the winding turns, the unexpected rocks, and those stunning red and orange sunsets that remind me how fleeting and beautiful life is?
How is my body doing? What messages is it sending that I need to hear? Can I care for it with loving awareness — with rest, movement, and plenty of water?
And how is my one precious life unfolding? What am I proud of? What still wants to be created, healed, or offered?
These are the questions I’m asking myself today.
This past year has been far from easy — professionally and personally. There’s been grief, change, and moments of uncertainty. Yet within that, I’ve found a quiet rediscovery of what truly matters: love, connection, and community.
Our mindfulness community has been one of the sweetest gifts of my life. Thank you for walking this path alongside me — for your presence, your openness, and your practice.
After writing this, I plan to meditate, move my body, hit a few golf balls in the fog, and celebrate with family, laughter, and cake.
Whether we’ve met in person or simply share this moment through words, I want to thank you — for being here, for sharing this planet, for living and loving alongside me.
That’s really all we can do:
show up, stay aware, and keep offering what love we can to the world.














