A poetic meditation on how breath becomes a quiet teacher in the storm. In the rhythm of stillness, we learn to trust softness again.
Category Archives: The Healing Rebellion
You Were Never Meant to Go Numb
A quiet fragment from Reclaiming Softness “Numbness is not the absence of pain.It is the silence we learned to survive it.” There is a kind of quiet that doesn’t soothe.A silence that doesn’t heal.A softness that got buried beneath the need to endure. We’re told pain is what we must escape. But what if it’sContinueContinue reading “You Were Never Meant to Go Numb”
The Next Brave Step: Learning Self-Trust
Self-trust isn’t found all at once. It’s a gentle invitation to return, again and again. Explore this soulful reflection on intuition and the quiet courage of becoming.
The Breath After Bravery
There’s a strange quiet after daring—a hollow moment where the heart and mind soften into something new. This is not failure, it’s the tender pause where you begin to meet yourself again.
The Afterglow of Risk
After the risk of being seen, there is a tender space: a quiet aftermath where vulnerability lingers and self-acceptance flickers to life. This is part of becoming
Healing Outside: A Journey of Presence
Healing isn’t just what happens in the cocoon. It’s the tender unfurling of wings in the unpredictable winds of the world. A quiet musing on taking the sacred work beyond the front door and noticing the gentle signs of growth.
Overpleasing: A Barrier to Healing and Self-Love
Overpleasing is the quiet art of abandoning yourself to keep others close. But there is no holiness in your erasure. This reflection invites you to stay whole, even when fear whispers that love must be earned.
Overcontrolling: The Gentle Unravelling
Control. Such a small word for such a vast, tender terrain. This poetic reflection invites you to explore the grip of fear and the soft release that follows.
The Weaver: What the Ruins Taught Me About Repair
A Journey Through The Fragments There is a moment, after the fire,when the air hangs heavy.Not peaceful —just empty. The storm has passed.The rebellion has spoken.And you are still here. Frayed.But still breathing. This is where the Weaver enters.A hush.A thread waiting. Not to fix.Not to return to how it was.But to begin again withContinueContinue reading “The Weaver: What the Ruins Taught Me About Repair”
The Storm: Honouring the Fierce Grace Within
Some feelings aren’t meant to be managed. The Storm is a poetic reflection on carrying, releasing, and honouring the fierce grace of anger and healing.