I’ve been very quiet. Almost the whole of December, actually. And that’s not accidental. December is a hard month for me. It holds the anniversary of my mother’s death, on the 29th, and as that date approaches my body knows before my mind does. I become anxious, heavy, withdrawn. Christmas brings no joy for me….
Category: Coming Back to Myself
For the quiet, messy work of reclaiming who you are. A place to notice yourself again, to gather the pieces you’ve lost, and to return — slowly, honestly — to your own life.
The Wisdom of Recycling in Life
In nature, nothing goes to waste. Ecosystems have this beautiful way of recycling nutrients—leaves fall, decompose, and feed the soil, which in turn nourishes new plants. It’s a continuous cycle where every bit of energy and matter gets reused, transformed, and given new purpose. It’s not about throwing things away; it’s about respecting the flow…
Rooted in Respect
There’s something sacred about the money we earn. Whether it comes in big waves or trickles in slowly, it’s still energy—poured from time, effort, and life itself. And when I spend it mindlessly, I’m not just wasting cash; I’m disconnecting from that energy, from the hours I gave up, the work I did, the sacrifices…
The Weight the Body Remembers
There’s a truth I’ve had to sit with, and maybe it will hit you the same way it hit me: no diet in the world can undo what the nervous system is still holding. You can measure everything you eat, drink all the water, walk every day, follow every plan with the best intentions… but…
I Can Feel Afraid and Still Show Up for Myself
Fear doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It doesn’t mean you’re not ready or strong. It just means something matters to you. It means your body is trying to protect you from pain, disappointment, or the unknown. That’s all fear is—a signal. But it doesn’t get to decide what you do next. Showing up for yourself doesn’t…