I wrote this poem about embracing my chronic illnesses recently. Since I wrote this, I have really leaned into acceptance and away from resistance, and it has made life so much better. #poetry #chronicillness

Accepting my chronic fatigue syndrome limitations on a new level: first time traveling with a cane seat and using mobility support at the airport.

Here’s to (hopefully) not crashing and having to spend the next day in bed after I arrive at my destination.

What chronic illness looks like on “Pill Organizing Day”

Starting my reread of The Stormlight Archives series by my favorite author, Brandon Sanderson, before reading his newest release…it may take me all winter but “the most important step a man can take is the next one”.

Apparently I was a top 2% listener of Hozier on Spotify this year. I also saw him live in concert this year. Call me obsessed if you must, but this man has me in a chokehold.

I don’t have much storage space in my Barcelona flat, so I decided to store my Halloween decorations (big fuzzy spiders, full length skeleton, etc) under the guest bed. Well, I forgot to tell my cleaning lady, and she got a big scare today! We had a great laugh together afterwards 😅

Had a lovely #bluesky today for qi gong on the beach in Portugal. #travel #retreat

Based on a writing prompt about trauma, from Rupi Kaur’s poetry journaling book, ‘Healing Through Words’. #poetry #journaling

Journaling by the sea on the Algarve coast on a sunny autumn day is true peace. ❤️ #travel #journaling

Cooking traditional cuisine with a local in their home is my new favorite way to get to know a place while traveling. This is a Portuguese fish cataplana that I cooked with Pedro in Alvor, Algarve. #travel #foodie #cooking #local

Tea time by the sea while listening to ‘The Book of Joy’ by the Dalai Lama and Desmond Tutu. So peaceful ☺️

At the airport kicking off travel to the Algarve coast of Portugal for a 9-day retreat ✈️

Yesterday, during a forest bathing exercise, I walked barefoot through the trees at Montjuic in Barcelona. I can’t remember the last time I walked barefoot on the earth (not including beaches). It reminded me of childhood and was very grounding.

Yesterday, I tried “forest bathing” for the first time. Here’s what I journaled after meditating with a tree and asking it if I was growing too slowly. “..the things I’m doing now are what is right for me in this season…know as long as I’m growing in the right direction, I will always find the sun.”

Currently a comfortable 19 degrees Celsius (66F) on my terrace in Barcelona 🌞