Back in September, I held a retreat for a group of women. We set intentions. We journaled. We made art. And the entire time, there was one woman who felt completely closed off.Guarded. Arms crossed. Distant. It seemed like nothing I was offering was getting through. Until the very end. During a silent, meditative labyrinth walk, she approached me quietly and said,“I’m actually a cop. And I haven’t felt this relaxed in decades.” That moment stayed with me. At first, I thought it validated a...

As the year comes to a close, many of us feel a particular kind of fatigue—the kind that rest alone doesn’t fix. It’s the exhaustion of constant giving, producing, managing, and holding things together. What I notice, both in myself and in the people who walk through our doors, is how unfamiliar receiving  can feel. Receiving time. Receiving beauty. Receiving an experience simply because it nourishes us. And yet, the moment someone sits down to paint, something shifts. Breathing slows....

For the past three years, each night before going to bed, I’ve been writing down the same four things: Three wins from the day Three gratitudes Three things I’m ready to release And three reminders of what makes me valuable It’s a small ritual—almost unremarkable on its own. And yet, it has become one of the steadiest anchors in my life. I genuinely look forward to it every night. What continues to surprise me is this: even with that kind of consistency, I don’t always see my own growth. From...