I think of dreaming as the body’s poetry. A language older than words, spoken in moonlight and motion rather than sentences.

For a long time, I thought this story was about choice and willpower.

Chronic insomnia is not a personal flaw; it is a nervous system that has been living in a state of survival for too long, without relief.

Tending to your emotional hygiene is how you protect your body, your nervous system, and the spaces you move through.

It asks us to bring our science, our skill, and our humanity to the table. It reminds us that healing is not always about cure.

Imagine the breath as a gentle tide.

I knew something deeper was happening, even if it didn’t yet have a name or a number attached to it.

When trauma has taught the body to brace, to dim, to disappear, it is not because the light was lost

On the night before Christmas, I sit with you near, no fixing, no rushing, no urgency here.

You are not broken where you cracked open this year.

The body experiences surgery as a shift in its inner terrain, as though a familiar landscape has been altered overnight.

Somatic work is not new, and it is certainly not a buzzword.