Notes on embodiment, change, and the practice of being human.
A few times each year, I write about the intersections of body, identity, relationship, change, and the questions that emerge through practice and study.
Perhaps the invitation here isn't to transform, but to become curious about the transformation already underway.
Approaching the age my father was when he died, I was overcome with a sudden reverence for my life and a desire to honour it in a more intentional way. It was time to recalibrate and decide what I wanted the next chapter to look like.
Life is beautiful. And life is hard. And life can plateau on the in-between. How do we hold these truths together when it’s so tempting to cling to either polarity?
