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The Soft Stuff
This is the tender underbelly of the blog—the place where heartbreak, longing, and beauty live side by side. Whether you’re grieving a person, a possibility, or a version of yourself, this is a soft landing. The stories here are quiet but powerful, often carried on birdsong, memory, and those moments that stop us in our tracks. Because sometimes the most radical thing we can do is feel.
Authenticity at Christmas: The Courage to Be Seen Without Pretence
Christmas is marketed as sparkle and joy, but for many of us, it’s the season of masks. The polite smile at the family table. The...
6 days ago2 min read
Reclaiming Desire: Why Midlife Women Are Done Settling
Desire has been misunderstood for too long. We’re taught to fear it, repress it, or channel it into acceptable forms: work harder, care...
Nov 32 min read
Sisterhood & the Midlife Rebellion: Belonging Beyond the Old Rules
When I was younger, I thought rebellion meant loud music, ripped jeans, and refusing to do what I was told. And in some ways, it did. But...
Oct 263 min read
The Midlife Awakening: Why 50 Isn’t Decline, It’s Reclamation
For years, we’ve been told a lie: that midlife is the beginning of the end. Slow down. Fade out. Take up less space. But standing here at...
Sep 252 min read
You Don’t Need Fixing—You’re Coming Home
There’s a kind of restlessness I see a lot in the therapy room. It doesn’t always scream. It doesn’t always even speak clearly. But it...
Sep 223 min read
Fear vs Growth: How to Stop Holding Yourself Back
Fear isn’t the enemy. Avoiding it is. Most of us treat fear like a stop sign. We meet the edge of something we care about, a new job, a...
Sep 212 min read
Rejection Sensitivity Isn’t Overreacting — It’s Overremembering
Why small triggers hit so hard, and how therapy helps I’ve had clients tell me they’re “too sensitive.” That they should be over it by...
Sep 53 min read
The Body Remembers: Grief, Trauma & My Dad’s Death
Twelve years ago today, my dad died. As a family, we nursed him at home. Those final days were a blur of exhaustion, love, fear,...
Sep 23 min read
Belonging Isn’t Earned. It’s Remembered
Let’s start with the lie: That you need to do something to belong. Earn it. Prove it. Be more agreeable, less complicated. Tidy up your...
Aug 222 min read
On Starting Again (Again): How to Begin When You Feel Broken
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to start again. Not in the shiny, fresh-start, “new year, new me” way. Not with a vision...
Aug 182 min read
The Space Between Sessions
There’s an oak in the far corner of my woodland. It’s not the tallest, not the most striking, but it grows exactly at the pace it can...
Aug 123 min read
The Four Pillars of Health: Coming Back to Yourself
There’s a quiet truth I’ve learned, both personally and professionally, that we can’t think or talk our way into healing. Especially not...
Jul 283 min read
They Said "Live" and They Did
I first heard Andrea Gibson’s voice through my earbuds — somewhere between the soft, ordinary ache of a Tuesday morning and the sharp...
Jul 163 min read
The Things That Live Below: Badgers, Hidden Selves, and the Quiet Work of Healing
Some things don’t ask to be seen. They live below the surface—quiet, hidden, and necessary. There’s a badger set just beyond the old...
Jul 101 min read
Mead Moon & Wild Folk People: Reclaiming Joy at the Edge of the Map
There’s a certain kind of magic that lives outside the algorithms. You won’t find it in self-help books or therapy worksheets. It lives...
Jul 83 min read
A Song for the Wild Ones
Something shifted this summer. The air’s been louder. Softer. More alive. Most mornings, I’ve been out early, boots soaked in meadow dew,...
Jul 32 min read
The Mole, the Rabbit, and the Ones Who Walk Their Own Way
I’ve been spending more time than usual on the forest floor lately. Not metaphorically, though that’s probably true too. I mean...
Jun 153 min read
Forget-Me-Nots and the Morning Run: How the Small Things Anchor Us
This morning I ran through the woods. Early enough that the light hadn’t quite made up its mind. The dogs charged ahead, wild and full of...
Jun 62 min read
The Ones I Didn’t See: Orcas, the Haida, and Learning to Trust What Moves Beneath the Surface
Last summer, I went to Shetland with one quiet hope stitched deep into my chest: to see orcas. We watched and waited. Sat on clifftops....
May 262 min read
The Ones Who Wake Me Up
This morning started not with a to-do list or the chime of an alarm, but with birdsong. A robin, first—sharp, clear, insistent. The kind...
May 161 min read
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