Lately, I've been reflecting on the idea of contentment—not in a passive, shrug-your-shoulders way, but in a deeper, more spiritual sense. In Sanskrit, there's a word for this: Santoṣa. It’s one of the niyamas of yoga, and it refers to a kind of soul-deep peace. A way of being where you’re no longer chasing perfection or needing to control everything. You’re not numbing out or giving up—you’re simply rooted in the truth that what you have, and who you are, is enough right now.

I just had to share a little piece of my recent trip to DC. It was my first time in ages—like, pre-kids ages—getting lost in museums, and wow, did I make the most of it. My husband had work there, and I turned it into a five-day art marathon.

The highlight for me? Hands down, exploring Woven Histories: Textiles and Modern Abstraction at the National Gallery of Art. If you know me, you know I’m a fiber arts geek at heart. Seeing textiles not just as “craft” but as a backbone of modern art? Yes, please!