We are multi-dimensional beings. This truth helps me so much in the way I move through my life. Sometimes I am a mom. A daughter. A meditation A facilitator. A clothing manufacturer. A transformational coach, writer, NVC facilitator, friend, nature enthusiast, dancer, meditator. Sometimes I am serious and uptight.Sometimes light and free. I am so many things. And this knowing is incredibly freeing. It gives me space—so much space—to explore and express myself in a multitude

We are often taught to be sensible, practical, and safe — to seek certainty and security as early as possible. And sometimes, without realising it, the cost is our joy, our playfulness, and our sense of aliveness. We aren’t born rigid. We learn it gradually.Little by little, we’re taught to stay in line, to color within the borders, to become who we think we’re supposed to be. There’s a quiet sadness in that. And for many of us, it’s not until life gently — or not so gently —

Many of us grew up learning that emotions are something to fear or avoid. We’re taught to “be strong,” to suppress what we feel, or to believe that sensitivity is a flaw. Years ago, I told a therapist, “ If I feel my feelings, I’m afraid I’ll end up in the hospital.”  She replied, “If you don’t feel your feelings, you’ll end up in the hospital.” At the time, I didn’t understand. Now I do. What we resist persists.What we bury comes out sideways. When we don’t acknowledge what’

We Are the Architect of our Life This might be hard to hear — and it might also be the most liberating truth you ever let in: we are the architect of our life. When we look around at our current reality, we’re really seeing the accumulation of choices we’ve made — some conscious, many unconscious. So much of our lives are lived on autopilot, driven by old conditioning, familiar patterns, or deeply ingrained survival strategies. We repeat what we’ve always done because it’s wh

Sometimes I think I must have been a nun in a past life, given how much pressure I place on myself to do or be the right thing—as if, by living “right,” I’ll somehow earn a special place in heaven. That thought alone shows how deeply I’ve absorbed some very old beliefs, ones rooted in cultural and religious conditioning, especially from my Catholic upbringing. I’m not sure which came first: the belief that I need to sacrifice myself to be worthy, or the cultural and religious