Although no one joined me live tonight, I decided to go ahead and record the meditation anyway, and I'm so glad I did. Sometimes the things we're guided to do aren't about who shows up in the moment, but about creating something that may reach the right person exactly when they need it. This guided meditation, Listening to the Wisdom of Your Soul, is an invitation to slow down, quiet the noise of everyday life, and reconnect with the wisdom already within you. Find a comfortable space, take a deep breath, and allow yourself a few moments to pause, reflect, and listen. I'd love to hear what insights, messages, or experiences come through for you.

As we move towards the weekend, I invite you to pause for a moment and check in with yourself. Not what your family needs. Not what work needs. Not what everyone else expects of you. Just you. If your soul could (and it does) whisper one thing to you right now, what would it say? Perhaps it needs: 🌸 Rest 🌸 Play 🌸 Quiet 🌸 Creativity 🌸 Nature 🌸 Connection 🌸 Courage 🌸 Something else entirely Take a breath, place a hand on your heart, and listen. I'd love to hear what comes up for you in the comments. 💛 Mine is: Peace & Relaxation With love, Marie 💛

This is my beautiful sister, Toni-Lee. Toni-Lee is my dad's first daughter from his first marriage. She was born in 1960 and I was born in 1967. Although we share the same father, we didn't meet until 1999, following Dad's stroke. For many years we lived completely separate lives, growing up in different homes, different countries, and creating our own stories. Yet when we finally met, it felt as though we had always known each other. The funny thing is, despite not growing up together, we are so alike it is uncanny. We share many of the same interests, values, and ways of seeing the world. We even look remarkably alike, both carrying so much of our grandmother Ada's features. Yesterday we spent the day together and something beautiful happened. We were sitting at Table 11 at Oodies Cafe. I was wearing my "Make a Wish 11:11" shirt, and I shared with Toni that our Nana Ada was born on 11/11/11. We smiled at the connection and decided that from now on, whenever either of us sees 11:11, we'll think of each other. We even signed the wall together. "Sisters Forever 11:11" A simple moment that somehow felt very special. Toni-Lee is currently travelling around Australia while she still can. She is living with metastatic breast cancer, and the reality is that neither of us knows when we will see each other again. That makes moments like these even more precious. Life has a way of reminding us what really matters. The people. The conversations. The laughter. The stories. The memories we create together. I'm so grateful that life brought Toni-Lee and I together. Family isn't always about growing up together. Sometimes it's about finding each other and discovering that a piece of your heart was there all along. And now, whenever I see 11:11, I'll smile and think of my sister. 💛 Is there a number, tradition, place, or special memory that connects you to someone you love?

One of my favourite ways to unwind is through Sashiko stitching. The slow rhythm of each stitch helps quiet my mind and bring me back to the present moment. This is my latest mindful stitching project. A gentle reminder that slowing down can be healing too 💛

For most of my life, I thought I was just “too sensitive.” Too emotional. Too aware. Too deeply affected by things other people seemed to brush off. A change in someone’s tone. A short reply. Feeling left out. Someone seeming distant. Being corrected. And suddenly my whole nervous system would spiral trying to work out what I’d done wrong. I’ve also always had 50,000 ideas and projects happening at once. My mind rarely slows down. I get inspired easily. Excited easily. Bored easily too. Lately, I’ve been learning more about ADHD, nervous systems, emotional regulation, and sensitivity… and honestly, so much of my life suddenly makes sense. I haven’t been diagnosed.And truthfully, I’m not overly attached to labels anyway. Labels are for cans. 😉 But understanding that some nervous systems experience rejection, criticism, overwhelm, and emotions more intensely has helped me meet myself with far more compassion. For years I thought something was wrong with me. Now I see it differently. I don’t see my sensitivity as weakness anymore. I see it as awareness. As intuition. As creativity. As empathy. As the part of me that notices what others often miss. I also know I need quiet. Stillness Space to regulate my nervous system and return to myself. That’s why meditation, stitching, neurographical art, zentangles, yoga, sound, mindfulness, and creative projects have become such important parts of my life. Not because they “fix” me.But because they help me slow down enough to breathe inside my own mind again. So many of us grew up hearing: “You’re too sensitive." “You’re overthinking.” “Stop taking things so personally.” So we learned to mask it. Hide it. Push through it. Pretend we were okay. Meanwhile internally, we were replaying conversations for hours. But maybe sensitivity was never the problem. Maybe some of us were simply wired to feel deeply, create deeply, love deeply, and experience the world in a different way. And honestly? I think that might just be my superpower. 💛