Category: At Home in My Body

There’s something quietly sacred about watching My Octopus Teacher. No gods, no angels, no miracles—just a man, a camera, and a wild little octopus in a kelp forest. And yet, as I sat with it, I felt something shift in me. Not because the octopus was magical. But because it was real. Because it healed…

There’s something quiet but powerful about how rivers work. They don’t crash through the land in one big moment. They flow, little by little, day by day—wearing down stone, shaping valleys, creating new ways forward without asking for permission. That’s how I’ve come to see change in my own life. It’s not always loud. It’s…

When I look at the natural world, there’s a rhythm I can trust. Trees don’t hoard their leaves forever—they let them fall. Rivers don’t flood constantly—they rise and retreat. Even animals store food for winter but still come out to enjoy the sunshine. Everything in nature gives and takes. And in that rhythm, life is…

I’ve spent years thinking of myself as unfinished. As someone in progress. Waiting for the “after” photo to finally prove I’m enough. I’ve stared at old photos of myself and thought, just wait—one day you’ll be better. Thinner. More successful. More healed. More lovable. That day always seemed to be somewhere out there. And so,…

Parenting from fear is easy. It’s what most of us grew up with—warnings that sounded like threats, silence that felt like punishment, guilt used as a leash. But fear doesn’t teach. It only controls. And guilt doesn’t nurture—it just confuses. The kind of parent I want to be doesn’t use fear to get obedience. I…