A soft place to rest while you change If you’re here, there’s a good chance something in you already knows: you’re not the same person you were before. Not because something went wrong, but because something worked . Releasing old identities doesn’t usually arrive with fireworks or certainty. More often, it comes quietly. As a gentle tiredness. As a sense that you’re holding yourself together in ways that no longer feel honest. As the realization that you’ve been playing a ro

We’re often taught to fear, avoid and hide from mistakes, t o see them as proof that something is wrong with us. Somewhere along the way, many of us learned that being worthy meant being right, polished, and put together. That mistakes were something to outgrow as quickly as possible or worse, something to be ashamed of. But what if mistakes are not interruptions to the journey? What if they are  the journey? Every skill you’ve ever learned, every layer of wisdom you’ve grow

This is something I’m still learning, and something I have to remind myself of often. The way I speak to myself shapes how supported I feel, how deeply I trust myself, and how safe my inner world becomes. It affects how I move through difficult moments, how I respond to my own mistakes, and how gently I allow myself to heal. Our words matter more than we realize. The language we use with ourselves quietly settles into the body and becomes the foundation of our emotional and s

This is a topic that lives very close to my heart. Through experience, not theory, I've learned that energy is real . Not in an abstract, poetic way, but in an embodied and undeniable way. It’s something I sense the moment I walk into a space. Something my body understands before my mind has time to explain it. Every place holds energy. Homes. Rooms. Buildings. Land. Spaces remember. Walls absorb. Floors witness. And so do we. When I enter a place, I pause. Even if just for a