Category: At Home in My Body

There’s a quiet kind of shame we carry when we’ve been taught that our bodies are problems to solve. That every curve, every fold, every inch outside the narrow definition of “acceptable” is somehow wrong. For years, I looked at my shape and thought I had failed—at discipline, at beauty, at being enough. But the…

No one expects a tree to grow overnight. Or a lioness to know how to hunt perfectly the first time. Or a bird to build the perfect nest on its first try. In nature, everything takes time, trial, and tenderness. Parenting is no different. It’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking we have…

We often imagine that love will find us when we’ve finally gotten everything right—when we’ve healed all the wounds, figured out every insecurity, and become the “best version” of ourselves. But real love doesn’t wait for perfection. It begins when we show up as we are, whole in our imperfections, carrying everything we’ve lived through….

Sometimes we talk about self-love like it’s this big, sparkly moment—like you’ll wake up one day and just feel it. But real self-love often starts with something quieter and harder: self-respect. That means noticing the way you speak to yourself when you make a mistake.It means catching the voice that says, “I’m so stupid” or…

After everything you’ve been through, it’s only natural to feel a little hesitant. Maybe you’ve been hurt by people you trusted. Maybe life knocked the wind out of you one too many times. And now, as you think about starting again—whether that’s in love, in friendship, in a dream—you find yourself holding back, just a…

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,…