I’ve always experienced moments of deep inner clarity and connection when I’m in a bout of illness. Perhaps it’s because I spend so much time resisting the sickness when I feel it approaching, that when it finally takes hold, when it is no longer deniable, I have no choice but to surrender. It’s like a bad break up— when you’re in that space of full “NO”, pushing back against what is, life is unclear. But when you finally give in and open yourself up to the process, then life
Learning to love myself has been a lifelong journey, and the lens that I see myself through shifts and morphs to this day. The earliest memory that I can recall where I became aware of my body in a negative light was around age 8. I was wearing a tank top that rode up a bit and the bottom of my belly was exposed. “Shouldn’t you only show your stomach if you’re skinny?” my friend said. I had never thought about what I “should” and “shouldn’t” wear before, based on my body shap
Spring is on the horizon here in the mountains of Asheville, and it has me thinking a lot about how I want to show up in the world— What kind of person do I want to be? How can I bring more peace to this planet? How can I sustain myself without compromising my integrity and what I believe in? Spring is, of course, a time of new life and rebirth! A joyous occasion mostly, where we get to marvel at the beautiful color that starts to creep up from the seemingly dead, grey earth.