Lorne is the first little seaside village James and I drive through. It's really cute with little shops lining the main street passing through, and we pass by Scotchman's Hill. The turquoise waters are glittering, and there are white and purple agapanghus in full bloom...

We're driving again, James and I-- on the road again. Willie Nelson isn't singing, but The Beatles are here. James has "Here Comes the Sun" on his iPod. "Here comes the sun. It's all right. It's all right."

And so it is.

We've stopped for lunch at an exquisite beach na...

And here I am now, on a beach along the Great Ocean Road, as I travel with James in his Voiceless 365 van.

It's extraordinary.

Here's what I'm hearing: the waves crashing on the shore, and the occasional screech of a seagull.

And what I'm smelling: the salty, ocean bre...

We're on our way. After weeks of waiting patiently, I've made the connection-- to James Aspey (see photo). I've been so eager to write about the beautiful synchronicity of how James and I found one another. First there is Carolyn Bailey, a lovely Australian woman who i...

I'm relaxed and sleepy.

The pot of herbal tea with calming herbs that Brenda prepared for me was perfect.

I glance up and catch my reflection in the mirror. My hair is standing straight on end. I've gotten used to the gray or, as I refer to it, "silver," which somehow...

I'm on a clean, quiet local train. Perhaps because of the time-- just before 10 am Sydney time on  Tuesday morning, January 21st-- there isn't another person in the car whom I can see or hear.

It's just about 38 hours until I begin the first day of my commitment to spe...

I'm so grateful to be in sunny, balmy, breezy Sydney, Australia. The silent portion of The Silent Project (tSp) begins one week from today, on Janury 23, 2014.

I didn't deliberately plan to be in Australia to launch The Silent Project.

Instead, I'd learned about six mo...

[ding]

I blinked. I looked up. The "fasten seatbelt" light was illuminated. The conclusion of the flight from Shanghai to Sydney must be imminent.

I got up to go to the toilet.  The bright red "Occupied" sign was engaged.

I waited.

A China Eastern Airlines flight atten...

I'm awake. Or at least I'm conscious. I'm groggy and stiff and my butt muscles are sore. I return to an upright position and glance around to get my bearings.

We've been airborne for about six hours, maybe a little longer. Most of the people around me are sleeping, al...

When I made the decision to fly to Houston to celebrate Mom's birthday, even as slotting in a trip to Texas created some scheduling challenges, I had no idea what to expect. I did know a few things. First, I knew the 19 women who had RSVP'd "yes" to attend the ladies'...