When I first thought about putting pen to paper I had imagined writing about the winter. How whilst we celebrate new year from the point of view of the Gregorian calendar, we are still deep in winter and all that winter requires. Slowness, going inward, tending to our grief, preserving energy for the summer and resting. But the world we’re living in quickly showed me something different was required.

I always intend to show up with my writing, with my newsletter, on social media consistently, and I started off this year with this real desire to do this in a way I hadn’t before. As my children grow I'm grateful that I can see glimmers of new capacity and I wanted to lean into that. Then I caught flu for the second time within a two months

I've been reflecting on soul this past week. What is soul? What does it bring? How do I even find the words to describe what soul means? After a beautiful and profound conversation with Francis Weller this week it shifted my perspective on soul.