1. Morning walks. As much of the country seems to right now, we are getting super cold temperatures and snow this week. And, as always, the days that are the coldest and darkest and seem like they would be some of the worst walks are actually the best — it’s so beautiful and quiet and it feels like for just a bit, we have the whole world to ourselves.

2. Wild writing. I love this practice so much, and end up falling in love with everyone who does it with me. And I was realizing the other day that just like meditation and yoga asana, it follows you off the page (the cushion, the mat) and in to the world, cultivates your capacity to show up and stay with what is.

3. My tiny house. I am so content, so comfortable here, and that takes on a whole new weight — here at the end of the world, in the middle of nowhere.

4. Comfort. My friend Shellie sent me a coffee mug recently and it’s become one of my favorites. I love the irregular shape, the single word reminder, and the constant comfort of the person who sent it.

5. My tiny family. I am enjoying it being just the three of us, even as I miss Sam like crazy.

Bonus joy: the grumpy look Ringo gets on his face when he knows I’m trying to take his picture — such a teenager!, cuddling with Ringo on the couch at night (because now that it’s so cold, he wants to steal my heat), grocery pickup, the pool, sitting in the sauna with Eric, double masks, snow, my flower from Mikalina about to bloom, hanging out and writing with Mikalina, those floaty moments just before I fall asleep, naps, gummies, oatmeal cookie bars, clementines, getting the laundry done, new sheets, clean sheets, a warm shower, eye drops, libraries, soft chewy bread, peanut butter, snow tires, seatbelts and airbags, down blankets and pillows, naps, podcasts, carpet, warm socks, reading in bed at night while Eric and Ringo sleep.