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Lately, I’ve been softening deeper into my body—learning to let it lead, to let it speak. Not through theory, but through sensation,...

For a long time, I didn't understand these practices—breath, movement, stillness. Not truly. I would often feel a quiet resistance rise...

As an artist and educator who has spent years within the walls of art schools, I often return to this tender question: What makes a...

For many years, I lived in my body like a quiet guest in a foreign land. When someone said, “Connect with your body”, it felt like they...

There are times when I share a piece of my personal journey, and I find myself using the word trauma . It's a word that carries...

Recently, I found myself tangled in a familiar heart-knot. I had been invited to a birthday gathering — a celebration of someone dear to...

At night, when the world softens and silence tucks itself between shadows, I lie beside my son and whisper the tender echoes of the day....

In my classes, where students come together from every corner of the world, we often open our hearts to conversations about the...

I’ve been preparing to send that letter. I’ve been preparing for a while. A letter I imagined as a declaration —a statement against...

Tonight, the house is hushed. The world outside is quiet. And here I am—still typing. Still working.Still pouring myself into all the...

Still image from the video: Personal Images "Revelations" (2017) Recently, I had the joy of leading a personal storytelling workshop,...

Life, in all its unpredictable complexity, is a journey that often feels like we are walking through an ever-changing landscape. The...

Moth is hiding In my cupboard All the muddiness Calling to be looked at I have sat in circles with women —beautiful, brave, open —sharing...