Being Consistent

because sometimes the most extraordinary thing you can be is reliable

During the pandemic, we sold our home in the Hollywood Hills, packed up the scaffolding of our city life, and moved to an old rose farm in Santa Ynez. A decision that was at once wildly romantic, and some argued, utterly unreasonable. The beauty of it swept me off my feet, the reality of it knocked me flat. I had no idea how hard it would be or how much work it would take. All of it, the life adjustment, the inner work it would call of me and how much tending and patience and dirt-under-the-fingernails devotion.