Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin.
Beginning makes the conditions perfect.
Alan Cohen
At the end of a winding road that unfolds into Washington, Whidbey Island is waiting for us. The wind and waves break against the coast of Penn Cove and a sleepy lodge sits nestled among the swaying conifers and smoke of hard-earned campfires.
Pressing your ear quietly to the wall, you might overhear the unpacking of high spirits or conversations surrounding being and doing and intentions made real and how to begin again.
Here, in the fog and the rain and the world’s smallest sauna, the conditions are perfect.
Beginning makes the conditions perfect.
Alan Cohen
At the end of a winding road that unfolds into Washington, Whidbey Island is waiting for us. The wind and waves break against the coast of Penn Cove and a sleepy lodge sits nestled among the swaying conifers and smoke of hard-earned campfires.
Pressing your ear quietly to the wall, you might overhear the unpacking of high spirits or conversations surrounding being and doing and intentions made real and how to begin again.
Here, in the fog and the rain and the world’s smallest sauna, the conditions are perfect.