Between Breaths

Belonging isn’t something we earn; it’s an internal anchor we discover. In our latest Women’s Circle, we looked at the masks we wear to "fit in" and the beautiful, often painful process of shedding what isn’t ours to find the home within. Are you ready to stop auditioning and start belonging to yourself?

My mom used to tell my brothers and me, over and over, that we had to love ourselves first. Not in a selfish way. Not in a “me before everyone” way. But in a grounded, oxygen-mask-on-the-airplane kind of way. Put yours on first, so you can actually help someone else

A reflection for women navigating transitions, identity shifts, and uncertainty—exploring the in-between season, embodied wisdom, and trusting clarity to unfold.

As one year closes and another begins, the question isn’t what we need to fix or achieve—but what we’re ready to say yes to. This reflection invites a softer start to the year, rooted in presence, trust, and the small, meaningful choices that shape our days.

his present moment is the soil we have. It’s the ground where we get to take root, open our hearts, and live fully—right where we are. Blooming where we are planted doesn’t mean giving up our dreams or settling for less. It means choosing not to postpone our lives while waiting for conditions to be perfect.

Winter as something we do. Winter as a rhythm. Winter as a choice. The days get colder, shorter, quieter. Suddenly, curling up under a blanket feels less like “being lazy” and more like “being alive.” We crave warm drinks, slow mornings, early nights, soft clothes, gentle conversations. Our bones whisper, Rest. Stay in. Soften. And yet…Here comes December — bursting through the door with an insane to-do list. Holiday madness. Shopping, sprinting. Obligatory traditions.

when I’m seen and heard and held with zero performance required — something inside me melts.

Six years ago my world was turned upside down, at a time when I was feeling most ungrounded and vulnerable. My kids were nine and eight.