Lately, I've been reflecting on what it means to truly let ourselves be seen. I've been contemplating turning some of my life experiences into a memoir of sorts, while also writing more about this experience I'm having as a single woman in her 40's who has suddenly felt the call to become a Mother. And it's bringing up a lot of curiosity. Around what it looks like to show up in a world where we are told to have a perfectly curated identity. Or to figure everything out bef

I used to think I had to disappear until I had clarity again. That I needed to wait until I had processed the emotions. The grief. The anger. The fear. That I had to learn the lesson, or make meaning of the heartbreak. Found the silver lining in it all… Only then could I return to the world around me. To share my voice. But lately, I’m wondering if the most important part of the story is actually this part. The messy middle. The part where life cracks open and certain

There comes a moment when you realize the exhaustion isn’t just from doing too much. It's from carrying a life that no longer fully fits who you're becoming. You can feel it in the quiet moments. That part of you that knows there is another way to live. A way that feels more connected. Clear and honest about what you really want in life. Aligned and in rhythm with the life you desire. And yet, knowing something needs to change and actually changing it are two very diff

In my last post, I wrote about living in season. About honouring winter when it is winter. About not forcing the spring bloom before the thaw. About trusting the rhythm of the earth instead of pushing against it. And the more I sit with this, the more I see the parallels in how we have been taught to disregard the seasons externally AND internally. And sure, we may get excited at the first signs of spring. Or celebrate the warmth of summer. To move through autumn admiri