It was this Sunday last year. The last day of the long weekend. And as I search my mind, I can’t honestly recall if it was sunny because there was a dark cloud following me everywhere I went and a…
It was this Sunday last year. The last day of the long weekend. And as I search my mind, I can’t honestly recall if it was sunny because there was a dark cloud following me everywhere I went and a…
Find a cozy spot: a space within which you can perch undisturbed. Grab a pen. Snag your favourite notebook or journal. Because there’s something magical in pen to paper. Ink to canvas. Imagination and honesty oozing from your fingertips. Write…
Deep breath. Lungs and stomach – full. Held gently. Think: white light, expansion, floating, slowly drifting. Think: warmth. Think: benevolence. Think: love.
apologize to your body. maybe that’s where the healing begins.” ~ Nayyirah Waheed