We often think of rupture as the obvious break. The argument. The silence. The painful conversation. The moment someone leaves the room. The relationship that suddenly feels strained, distant, or unsafe. But I keep returning to the sense that rupture often begins much earlier than this. Before the words become sharp. Before the body turns away. Before the silence settles between two people. It begins in the body. A tightening in the chest. A small holding of the breath. A clo
A Somatic Path Through Resistance and Softening Gratitude... Some days it feels effortless - a state of consciousness, a natural river I can slip into with ease. Like the other morning, when out of nowhere - or at least it felt like nowhere - I stood at my window suddenly aware of how grateful I was simply to be alive. For the breath moving in my lungs. For the colours of the day rising outside my window. For the sense that, somehow, I was in right relation with Life hersel
