Sometimes I so dislike this body I’m in, or wish I could change parts of it, or resent its entire heavy awkwardness. But then sometimes, also, I am glad for all that it allows me to do…
I looked my physical best. I fit into everything beautifully. My hair was a perfect bob. But absolutely no other part of me was well.
This is an open letter just to remind you to keep the true colours of you who are.
10 steps for nourishing your heart, healing the body and strengthening the bare bones of your will after trauma.
All the things, that are just life happening, in that moment in time, and I was lucky enough to be there, witness to its happening. And sometimes, lucky enough to be inside the story being told.
The internal work towards peace starts the minute gratitude fills our vocabulary.
A guide for slowing down, backtracking and finding the most exquisite joy in the ordinary
Instead of always hankering after having it all, why don’t we try shifting the focus to celebrating what we already do have?