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Allowing the In‑Between

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  Over the past few days, I’ve been struggling with the feeling of being lost . Presently, I’m in between contracts. Waiting on the word to resume work. I paused events for a bit. And suddenly my calendar , usually full, buzzing, purposeful hadd one lonely item on it: boxing . I actually chuckled when I saw it. Because I’ve grown so accustomed to working, doing, moving, producing, showing up, filling every hour with something that looks like progress. And here I was, staring at a day with nothing but gloves and a punching bag. What do I do now? That question surprised me. Not because I didn’t know what to do, but because I didn’t know how to be when there was nothing to do. This break which is partly chosen, partly given, left me feeling unanchored. And instead of rushing to fill the space, I decided to observe myself. What I noticed was… interesting. My conditioning told me that being bored is for kids. That adults should be productive. That maybe I was being lazy. That maybe I...
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September - Fun

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September arrives with a reminder I didn’t know I needed: Fun is not a reward,  it is one of my tools of spiritual practice. For a long time, I carried this quiet belief that joy must be earned. That fun comes after the hard work, after the discipline, after the proving. As if pleasure was something I had to qualify for. As if ease was only allowed once I had done enough. But life has been teaching me differently. Fun is not the opposite of seriousness , it is the companion of creativity. Fun is not a distraction , it is a doorway. Fun is not childish , it is liberating. When I allow myself to laugh loudly, to move freely, to be spontaneous, something shifts inside me. My spirit opens. My mind softens. My heart remembers that I am more than my responsibilities. And in that spaciousness, new ideas arrive. Humility arrives. Courage arrives. The willingness to try again, try differently, try with joy arrives. Fun is spiritual because it brings me back to myself. It reminds me that abu...
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No Feel, No Deal, No Heal

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There’s a question David Hawkins asks in Letting Go: The Pathway to Surrender that has been sitting with me lately: Can I feel what I feel without allowing the feeling to control what I do? If you had asked me this last week, I would have said no. Not because I don’t want to grow, but because when I observe myself honestly, I see the patterns. I see the ways I try to escape the intensity of my own emotions. For me, it’s usually one of three things: food, isolation, or doom scrolling.    My holy trinity of avoidance. When a feeling comes up that I don’t want to face, I reach for something , anything , that will distract me from the discomfort.  And I’ve learned something about myself in that cycle: no feel, no deal, no heal. If I don’t allow myself to feel it, I can’t deal with it. And if I don’t deal with it, I definitely can’t heal it. Avoidance has many costumes. Sometimes it looks like depending on something. Sometimes it looks like cutting someone off. Sometimes i...
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When the Body Refuses to Negotiate

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  Alicia M. Rodriguez says, “The mind is a skilled negotiator… The body is a ledger.”   I didn’t fully understand that until my own body staged a quiet rebellion. The mind can declare a matter closed. It can say, I’ve processed that.   It can produce evidence , the therapy sessions, the journaling, the books read, the years that passed, the calm composure at the dinner table. The mind is brilliant at convincing us that we have moved on. But the body… The body does not negotiate. The body does not perform. The body simply records. For a long time, this was just a concept to me , something people said in healing circles, something I skimmed past in books. Then came the shoulder injury. Bizarre, stubborn, unexplainable. I did everything: physio, therapy, rest, stretching, strengthening. I stopped driving. I stopped running. I stopped doing the things that made me feel like myself. And still, the pain stayed. It lived in me like a tenant refusing eviction. I read Th...
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Co‑Creating My Life Through Thought, Choice, and Attention

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I’m learning, more and more, that thoughts are choices. They are small, powerful decisions happening in the background of our lives. And if I’m not paying attention, those choices can quietly steer me into places I no longer want to live in, old patterns, old fears, old stories that sabotage my growth. But when I notice a thought ,truly recognise it, something shifts. Recognition is the first doorway to healing and change. It’s the moment where I stop sleepwalking and start consciously participating in my own life again. Someone said to me recently, “Thoughts are choices.” And it landed. Because it means I am not helpless in the face of my mind. I am not at the mercy of old conditioning. I can choose to replace what is unhealthy with what is loving, forward-moving, and true. I can choose to interrupt the spiral and affirm something different. Something aligned. Carolyn Myss puts it beautifully:  “As spiritual adults we accept responsibility for co-creating our lives and our he...
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Receiving Feedback Without Losing Yourself

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  There is a moment,right between hearing the feedback and deciding what to do with it,where you decide how it impacts you. Yesterday, I found myself right there. Someone I respect deeply offered me some home truths, and my first instinct was not noble or graceful. I slipped straight into victim mode. My chest tightened, my mood dropped, and I started telling myself stories about giving up. But here’s the thing: I caught myself. And that catching is growth. That catching is discipline. That catching is transcendence in real time. Because I genuinely want to evolve. I want to be someone who doesn’t crumble at the first sign of discomfort. I want to be someone who can hold feedback without letting it define me. And I believe, truly,that the feedback came by divine design. Right on time. Right when I needed it. Not to shame me, but to shape me. Feedback is not the enemy. For so long, I treated it like a threat. Something that meant I wasn’t good enough, smart enough, capable enough. B...
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The Everyday Proof

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  We slip so easily into old suits. Old stories. Old ways of being that once fit but now hang loose, outdated, irrelevant. It’s wild how quickly we can forget who we’ve become , how fast we can shrink back into versions of ourselves that belonged to a different season, a different level of awareness, a different life. But when we notice, everything shifts. This morning at the gym, I caught myself noticing. Noticing how my body moved through the drills. Noticing the strength that wasn’t there a few months ago. It was still super  hard but I did it. And the truth is, there was a time not too long ago when I absolutely could not. That’s the power of coming current. I joke with my friends about it now  “come current!”  but beneath the humour is a real invitation. Are we living from who we are now, or are we dragging around the voices of people who never knew our fullness? Are we acting from the present version of ourselves, or from the echoes of a past that no longer fit...
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