in and through the body

This past weekend, I had the honor of holding space for the Inner Reset Retreat. As always, the first order of business when I got home was to squeeze my people—just soak in their familiar energy and feel that sweet, grounding warmth of being back home. Then, I ran myself a nice long bath. Water has always been a balm for me, a way to wash away what no longer serves and re-center myself. And after all we witnessed together this weekend, I needed that soak.

The weekend was so wonderful—so needed. A time to breathe and be. A time to go inward and begin the excavation, peeling back the layers we so often wear as protection from the world. We moved and breathed and listened. We laughed and rested. We cried and released. We held space for each other and allowed ourselves to be seen.

But here’s the thing about retreat work: it’s not just about the time spent in that cocoon of healing and growth. The real work begins once we leave, once we step back into the hustle and hum of everyday life. Integration is where the magic lies. It’s in how we show up in the day-to-day tasks, with all the beauty and messiness that life brings.

It’s in how we bring the calm of our practice to the rush of the morning routine. It’s in how we honor our own boundaries even when it feels like the world is asking too much of us. It’s in how we remember to pause and breathe, to listen deeply, and to act with intention.

Life of practice.

That’s what it all comes down to. Not just on the mat or on retreat, but in the grocery store line, in the difficult conversations, in the dishes and the laundry and the million small moments that make up our days.

The journey home is where the true work of healing and transformation takes root. And it’s an ongoing practice, isn’t it? One of grace and grit. One of remembering and forgetting and remembering again.

I’m so grateful for the time we shared. For each of you who showed up so fully, with all of your beautiful, messy, radiant humanity. I can’t wait to see how the seeds planted this weekend continue to bloom in your lives.

Until we gather again, keep listening to that inner wisdom. Keep allowing yourself to be seen. And keep walking your own beautiful, imperfect path.

As ever, take good care—keep good boundaries 🌿