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.
Let’s centre our hearts and heads and spirits before autumn sobers us up, before the Earth mellows into her reds and golds.
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 only thing that can nurture our souls is our knowledge. And the only way to gain knowledge is to have experiences — to feel good and to feel bad, and to start drawing our own conclusions about what the meaning of those feelings are.
What I am is not because of you, I am because of me.
I recently bumped into an old acquaintance at the mall who looked me up and down, waggled her eyebrows, gestured at my evident weight gain and asked, “What happened?”
A guide for slowing down, backtracking and finding the most exquisite joy in the ordinary