The curve of your shoulders is not a flaw.It is the shape of protection.The body folding softly inward,the way we curl around anything we love and wish to keep safe. Rounded shoulders so often form around the heart.A quiet shield… Read More ›
It arrives,and then, somehow, it is gone.An unexpected bill.A sudden expense.A little breathing room that closes almost as soon as it opens.And you wonder if you are simply bad with money,or if ease was ever really meant for you. You… Read More ›
TO DOWNLOAD YOUR COPY OF THE GUIDE PLEASE FILL OUT THE FORM BELOW. YOU NEED TO ENTER YOUR EMAIL AND HIT SUBSCRIBE. YOU WILL THEN SEE THE GUIDE. THANK YOU. It began the way it always does. I was pulled…. Read More ›
You are so tired.Bone tired, aching for rest.And yet the moment your head touches the pillow,your mind begins to run.Lists, worries, conversations replaying,a low hum that will not switch off,even when every part of you longs to simply sleep. You… Read More ›
The ears are how the soul first learns to listen.Long before we have words, we have sound.The voices around us. The music of a home.The feeling beneath the words, which a tender heart hears most of all. When infection returns… Read More ›
You sleep,and still you wake tired.You take the quiet day, the early night, the slow morning,and yet the heaviness remains,sitting somewhere beneath your skin,as though rest reaches your body but never quite reaches you. You are not resting wrong.There is… Read More ›
Your body is not betraying you.It is revealing a contraction long held in silence,a tightness around truth, fear, or effortthat has not yet been allowed to soften.Cramps are not just muscle spasms or electrolyte imbalances.They are the soul’s way of… Read More ›
Something you once handled with easehas started to feel unbearable.A conversation.A certain person’s energy.A pace, a place, a way of being spoken to.And you wonder, what is wrong with me, I used to be fine with this. Nothing has gone… Read More ›
What you carry is not weakness.It is the echo of a moment when the world stopped being safe,a moment your body has never quite been told is over. PTSD is not a flaw in you.It is the mark of a… Read More ›
It happens again. A different face, a different place, perhaps even a different decade, and somehow you find yourself standing in the same ache you were sure you had left behind. The same kind of person. The same heartbreak wearing… Read More ›