Here I am again, circling back to the beginning—rearranging projects and starting over. I am changing (or perhaps it’s my ideas and interests that are) and I keep finding myself drawn to threads that are leading me to places I didn’t quite expect. And I wanted to write about it.

I have been retreating. This September will be a full year spent in quiet introspection, reducing life to its smallest, simplest form. I needed that. I needed the time to heal and to tend to the foundations: my body, my mind and emotions, my spirit, and my family. And now, I feel ready to unfold.

This blog is the story of that unfolding. The Untaught Path is a creative exercise in shaping life as one might shape a bonsai tree—patiently, thoughtfully, and with an openness to surprise. I don’t have a map or a clear destination, only a sense of direction: toward simplicity, rooting myself in nature, finding magic in the ordinary, living seasonally, crafting rituals, nourishing the spirit, following special interests, and honouring my own particular blend of spices (my true nature).

So here I am, setting down the first words. Hoping that the terror of starting and not being able to follow through is never greater than the excitement of following curious rabbit holes. Commit, commit, commit!