04/03/2026
I recently returned from vacation in Anguilla.
During one of those long, quiet mornings, journaling under the palm trees, I noticed something strange. I kept catching myself at the end of an exhale... and forgetting to inhale.
Not in a scary way. In a finally letting go way.
Like my body had been holding so much for so long that when it finally felt safe enough to release, it just... exhaled. Deeply. Completely.
I didn't have to force myself to slow down. I started feeling safe enough to.
One morning, I worked on my own diaphragm, and what came up surprised me. Butterflies. The nervous stomach of a little girl faking sick to avoid a school presentation.
So many years later, and still, layer by layer, I'm releasing what I've been holding.
That's the nature of this work. It unfolds when we're ready.
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