A place to learn to love your whole self.
I use words and breathwork to guide, support & inspire.
A quiet and gentle place.
Where you can sleep. And read. And quiet your head.
Where you can release anger and frustration.
We were sitting in a goofy local fish restaurant on the North Shore. I had a fried Walleye sandwich in front of me and Aggie and Jeff were sharing a fresh fish chowder.
As I lay her down one last final time, I saw her eyes flutter closed. I heard her breath get a little deeper and I felt her finally relax.
This post is dedicated to everyone who wonders if I’m writing about them. I am.
Two and a bit years into motherhood and I finally feel back to myself.
