I joked to José that the month could be summed up like ‘Four Weddings and A Funeral’, as ‘Five path lab visits, two hospital visits and two funerals’! As if things weren’t bad enough, I had the flu during the last week. I have to admit that I sometimes felt…
As I begin September, I continue to hold on to my word of the year: Strong. Over the past months, I’ve learnt that strength is not just about getting through hard times. It is also about faith, tenderness, and finding my way back to what grounds me. This month, I…
Beneath the tiredness that’s been lingering these past few months, I’ve felt a quiet stirring—an inner nudge calling me back to myself. Back to the rhythms and rituals that make me feel alive, not just functional. This August, I’m choosing to welcome aliveness. I’m choosing to let gratitude and joy…