I've been reflecting a lot lately on what it looks like to hold space for myself and others from a place of compassion, curiosity, and staying in my body. While each of these takes practice to cultivate, that last piece of staying in and with your body seems like it should be much easier than it actually is.

Why does joy feel painful or unsafe at times? Why is it that joy often feels out of reach for many of us? How do you speak about something that you struggle to connect with?

Releasing yourself from the confines of your mind is one of the most remarkable gifts you can give yourself—but it’s one many will never know.

I used to view a spiritual practice as a ritual that must happen consistently in order to reach some ultimate goal of liberation. I thought this was a self-imposed expectation, but I quickly realized I wasn’t alone in this way of thinking.