A Lesson From a Tree

Written By: Erin Smith

June 4, 2018

When I was a teenager, I couldn’t wait to get out of this small town. It felt provincial and unsophisticated. So I jumped at the opportunity to spend sophomore year of college in London, England. My plan was to drink a lot of wine, write a novel, take a French lover, get a degree in […]

Tips to Keep Your Mind Sharp

Written By: Erin Smith

May 29, 2018

My daughter jokes that my tombstone should read: What did I come in here for? Where are my glasses? What did I do with my phone? She has a point. More and more, I find myself welcoming my yoga students to class by saying, “Hey…girl!” It’s not that I don’t recognize you or that you’re […]

The Magic of Meraki

Written By: Erin Smith

May 21, 2018

Up before my husband, I gather my journal and pen and wind down the narrow cobblestone path, looking for coffee. The gorgeous Santorini sun reflects off the Aegean Sea, blinding me momentarily. I choose the balcony of the café, order yogurt with honey and a pot of rich, black coffee, settle in to write. A […]

Ho’oponopono

Written By: Erin Smith

May 14, 2018

I have a friend from college who recently made a terrible and irrevocable life choice that imploded the family and friend circle she’s spent two decades building. I was shocked, troubled and very, very disappointed by this choice. She asked for my support and I struggled to give it freely, as it was information I […]

Pass the Bread

Written By: Erin Smith

May 7, 2018

The painted sign says, “Driftwood Paintings and Bakery,” a crude arrow promising both adventure and deliciousness. We weave down the dusty streets in Eleuthera, avoiding the chickens in our path. I’ve already sussed out where to score eggs and when the fishermen  show up in the harbor selling that day’s catch. Winding our way down […]

A Lesson from Lightning

Written By: Erin Smith

April 30, 2018

I stood on the porch, eyes closed, breathing the metallic air. The lightning flashed across the sky, foretelling the accompanying thunder and pelting rain. I smiled and fist-bumped the heavens, acknowledging my relationship with the Divine. Heaven responded with another zig-zagging sky blaze. We’re old friends, Lightning and me. You see, when I was eight, […]