Giving the perfect gift and seeing that look of pure gratitude on someone’s face is one of the greatest feelings. Finding the perfect gift is another story. To help you make this holiday season more joyful and less stressful, here’s my 2018 gift guide for self-help fans, friends & family!

This is a not-so-morbid poem about death. I think death needs to be talked about, written about, read about, thought about without the labels that seem to always be applied to it. I’m all for the mystery.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is not analyze or obsess over the details of “how” and “why” and, instead, let yourself be: nothing more, nothing less. Real rest breathes space into your life so that you can work better, play better, think better, and love better. (You need it.)

These autumn poems are selected for both their visual and emotional scenery. While every season lends itself to poetry, the wistful, wind-swept trees of autumn help us to notice more deeply the beauty of life even in its “final” stages.

Fall is one of the loveliest times for reflection and renewal. Magic seems more easily accessible, almost like it’s glittering in the air, begging us to see it. You’ll want to keep these fall affirmations on hand if you’re ready to open up to the beauty this season has to give.

Oh, Autumn, how I love thee. Though I have come to enjoy (through practice) the experience of each season, my soul cannot help but rejoice in the crimson and copper earth. Hence – 11 new favorite quotes about autumn and every shade of its grandeur.

I am a sensitive soul and I love my coffee. If I don’t drink the “right” coffee, my stomach will let me know. If your belly notices every little disturbance in the Force, too, I think you’ll appreciate this healthy coffee recipe. It’s actually a maple latte (so good) inspired by Maine and mushrooms.

This poem about grieving speaks to keeping an open mind and heart. It’s certainly a practice, which means that it’s ongoing (one day could house all the stages of grief) and requires our attention.

Elevating the mundane to the miraculous – or at least the meaningful – is one way of seeing the sacred in everything. “Sacred” is that elevation to the level of divinity, whether you believe in a higher power, the intelligence that drives life, or the miracle of existence.

Grief has taught me that loving is pretty similar to living: maybe, two lines in the same poem. Read these poems about grief to remember that death is part of the circle of life. That without an end, something couldn’t begin. And maybe circles don’t really have endings or beginnings, just continuations.