Holistic by Nature

24/07/2026

Last week, I absentmindedly walked out of a café without paying.
It was the second time in six months I’d done it.
Yesterday, I stood in front of a pet shop assistant for what felt like forever, unable to recall the simple words “cattle dog.”
At home, it’s not unusual to hear me calling out things like, “Don’t forget to pack your teeth and brush your school bag!”
Since entering my 40s, alcohol makes my face flush bright red and blocks my nose. Coffee makes me shake and feel anxious.
And last year? By April, I was genuinely worried about my mental health. I was despairing about all kinds of thing. I felt like I was living in an alternate universe where only I existed, and even then, it was a partial existence. Some days I’d suddenly snap out of it as if a bubble had burst, only to sink back into confusion days later. On the clear days, the foggy ones felt like a dream.
It was those sudden shifts that made me look more deeply at what was happening in my physical, emotional, and spiritual life as a woman. I was 47.
We hear so many names for this phase: The Change. Second Puberty. Perimenopause. Menopause. They’re meant to describe the complex transition women in their 40s and 50s — and sometimes as early as their 30s — move through as their reproductive years wind down. Or, more accurately, rollercoaster.
Yet these terms barely scratch the surface of what’s happening, or why so many women suddenly feel lost, altered, or disconnected from themselves. It can be deeply unsettling, especially if we start to believe we’re becoming less capable or losing capacity.
The phrase I hear most from women is: “I just don’t feel like myself.” Let's dive beneath what this is all about.
Link in Bio to read more, xkpx

04/07/2025

Your Heart is where the healing happens. A client shared this with me this week and it really resonates. We often don't give our Heart enough credit for the power and potential it holds. Culturally, we are directed to think and analyse and sort and answer and solve. These attributes are held on a pedestal often to the detriment of your heart and, indeed, your wellbeing. You do all you can to defend and protect yourself from discomfort or hurt. So, you wall up your Heart and stay in high-level thinking. It's safe there. But. The big but - do you actually heal and move through your wound? Or do you carry it, and it acts as a trigger.

Give yourself permission to drop down into your Heart. Perhaps, you'll discover Your Heart is Almight.

Tread gently. You don't have to do it alone xkpx

11/05/2025

In honour of mothers, in all shapes, forms and backgrounds, past present and future.

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26/02/2025

18/03/2024

This quote came directly from my teenager.

It is pure gold.

Not only does it perfectly describe the feelings that arise whilst reading a great book, it also represents the next level of stubbornness found in my household. Myself included 😂

PS: It was Millie Bobby Brown's Book 'Nineteen Steps'
xkpx

16/02/2024

This one is for all the perfectionists out there, for those who fear failure, for all the learners young and old. Raise your glass! xkpx

(PS worth sharing and/or showing your kids)

11/12/2023

December feels... Maybe you're like me and you can't do a whole lot in yoga. You stick to the basics. And come December, you naturally find yourself in child's pose — in the shower, on the office floor, by the front door on the WAY to work). Hey, whatever gets us through, right?!

I honestly think this is one of THE BEST asanas (yoga postures) EVER! Perhaps December needs to be 'Child's Pose' month — the year is winding down, our nervous systems need winding down yet in other areas things are ramping up. I say "bring on child's pose, it's all I got left, baby!"

On a side note — when I'm asked to do downward dog, 75% of the time I end up here ;o)

As always, tread gently, my friend xkpx

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05/12/2023

You can't always see anxiety in others. It's often a hidden, invisible kind of suffering that others don't always recognise is happening.

Many of us can observe typical external signs of anxiety like shaking hands, hearing a shaky voice, eyes darting left and right or sweaty skin.

However, many people with anxiety can be well practiced at hiding their internal battle through masking (smiling and copying others) or overcompensating (laughing, yelling, working extra hard, perfectionism). Friends and loved-ones are often surprised to learn that someone they know suffers from anxiety.

The state (or trait) of internal anxiety is a very lonely experience. Sometimes, we're just trying to get through the day, best we can. This lonely experience can be supported through connection with your body and learning mindfulness and other holistic techniques.

It's also very important to find even a small community (one or two trusted people) that you can connect and share with. Research shows that connection can be one of the greatest healers for anxiety, stress and depression.

And always, check in with others. Perhaps there is someone in your life who needs help to see that your door is open for an honest and gentle discussion (and in my world — a big cup of chai). Tread gently, my friends xkpx

24/11/2023

I read this quote in Brenè Brown's book about emotions: Atlas of the Heart. I realise it's not necessarily inspiring. Rather, this speaks to those of us who feel and sense deeply.

The sensitive self can see beauty in the little things, taste with pleasure as you savour a treat, and can daydream about when you next see someone you love dearly. Once you're in the moment, it is full of such sweetness whilst simultaneously experiencing the knowingness that this too shall pass.

It is both the gift and the challenge of feeling deeply, which is part and parcel of the sensitive soul.

Perhaps this is you?

14/11/2023

Let me tell you a story about this flower. It began a couple of years ago when a dear friend passed over, quite suddenly.

One of my best friends and I have supported each other through our shared grief and loss and love for our friend.

My friend gave me a bunch of this flower (Everlasting/Paper Daisy) to hang in my house in honour of our friend who had passed. We always see it in nature and think of him.

Sometimes, it's painful.

Sometimes, it's lovely.

So, last week, my friend/soul sista and I went to our first ever retreat together. Upon arrival, outside our room only was this flower. Our flower. His flower.

And immediately, I knew he was with us. That he was saying "I'm with you". In that moment, he was not gone. He was here, in spirit. And I can't express enough the gratitude I have for this flower and the messages we receive from those who are in spirit form. And of course, for my dear friend who walks this magnificent life by my side.