Notes on stillness, stories, and finding beauty in the ordinary.
I’ve never been good at dramatic resets. The idea of starting over each week with a perfectly clean slate feels unrealistic to me. Life doesn’t pause neatly on Sundays. It carries its loose ends forward, whether we like it or not. What I have…
I’ve never been good at dramatic resets. The idea of starting over each week with a perfectly clean slate feels unrealistic to me. Life doesn’t pause neatly on Sundays. It carries its loose ends forward, whether we like it or not. What I have…
There’s a particular kind of tiredness that arrives on ordinary evenings. Not the dramatic kind that calls for rest or recovery, but a quieter one. The kind that comes from having moved through the day without incident, without urgency, without…
There’s a particular kind of tiredness that arrives on ordinary evenings. Not the dramatic kind that calls for rest or recovery, but a quieter one. The kind that comes from having moved through the day without incident, without urgency, without…
I’ve noticed that my kitchen works best when I stop asking it to be clever. On most days, I’m not looking to try something new or experiment with unfamiliar tools. I want things to behave the way I expect them to. I want to reach without thinking. I…
I’ve noticed that my kitchen works best when I stop asking it to be clever. On most days, I’m not looking to try something new or experiment with unfamiliar tools. I want things to behave the way I expect them to. I want to reach without thinking. I…
There are kitchens that feel busy even when nothing much is happening. And then there are kitchens that feel calm, even when the stove is on and something is simmering quietly. I’ve come to realise that the difference isn’t organisation or efficiency.…
There are kitchens that feel busy even when nothing much is happening. And then there are kitchens that feel calm, even when the stove is on and something is simmering quietly. I’ve come to realise that the difference isn’t organisation or efficiency.…
We often speak about slowing down as though it’s a choice we can make decisively — a switch we can flip once we recognise the need for it. But living at a slower pace isn’t something that happens all at once. It unfolds gradually, through attention, adjustment,…
We often speak about slowing down as though it’s a choice we can make decisively — a switch we can flip once we recognise the need for it. But living at a slower pace isn’t something that happens all at once. It unfolds gradually, through attention, adjustment,…
Coming back to daily routines after a break often feels harder than we expect. Even when the break has been restorative, there’s a resistance that shows up quietly — a reluctance to re-enter structure, a sense that daily life is suddenly louder than…
Coming back to daily routines after a break often feels harder than we expect. Even when the break has been restorative, there’s a resistance that shows up quietly — a reluctance to re-enter structure, a sense that daily life is suddenly louder than…
There are days when nothing presses, and nothing is urgent. No deadlines hovering in the background. No messages demanding immediate response. No sense that something must be decided, finished, or resolved before the day can properly begin. The…
There are days when nothing presses, and nothing is urgent. No deadlines hovering in the background. No messages demanding immediate response. No sense that something must be decided, finished, or resolved before the day can properly begin. The…
We tend to imagine that lives are shaped by decisions — the big ones, the visible ones, the moments we can point to and explain later. But more often than not, it’s the quieter things that do the shaping. Small habits. Repeated gestures. Ways of moving through…
We tend to imagine that lives are shaped by decisions — the big ones, the visible ones, the moments we can point to and explain later. But more often than not, it’s the quieter things that do the shaping. Small habits. Repeated gestures. Ways of moving through…
I’ve learned that most plants don’t fail because we don’t care enough. They fail because we care too much, too many rules, too many instructions, too much second-guessing. Indoor herbs, in particular, seem to attract advice. Exact hours of sunlight.…
I’ve learned that most plants don’t fail because we don’t care enough. They fail because we care too much, too many rules, too many instructions, too much second-guessing. Indoor herbs, in particular, seem to attract advice. Exact hours of sunlight.…
There is a particular kind of disappointment that creeps in when days don’t announce themselves. No milestones, no dramatic turns, no visible progress. Just a stretch of time that passes quietly, almost apologetically, as if it hasn’t earned the right to be…
There is a particular kind of disappointment that creeps in when days don’t announce themselves. No milestones, no dramatic turns, no visible progress. Just a stretch of time that passes quietly, almost apologetically, as if it hasn’t earned the right to be…
A small shift, but it changes the whole room.
From home:
the-quiet-life.com/2025/10/26/k...
A small shift, but it changes the whole room.
From home:
the-quiet-life.com/2025/10/26/k...
From home:
the-quiet-life.com/2025/10/23/t...
From home:
the-quiet-life.com/2025/10/23/t...
From my kitchen: the-quiet-life.com/2025/10/28/t...
From my kitchen: the-quiet-life.com/2025/10/28/t...
She’s not wrong — the day needed slowing down anyway.
She’s not wrong — the day needed slowing down anyway.
I’m wandering into Bluesky, curious, unhurried, and not quite sure where to sit.
I’m wandering into Bluesky, curious, unhurried, and not quite sure where to sit.
I write about quiet days, small joys, and life with Jolene, our rescue dog.
Finding a slower rhythm, one story at a time.
I write about quiet days, small joys, and life with Jolene, our rescue dog.
Finding a slower rhythm, one story at a time.