From the Roots

Today I had an acupuncture appointment. It was long overdue, and I really needed it. It’s been a long winter, and the time around Christmas felt especially heavy. My mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s about two years ago. While this journey has taught me so much about presence and meeting each moment fully and wholeheartedly when I’m with her, it also takes a lot of emotional bandwidth. Grief like this isn’t loud or dramatic. It’s quiet, ongoing, and in my case, was carrie

Acupuncture is a second career for me. Before this, I spent many years in a profession that offered stability and valuable lessons I still carry with me today. It was a chapter that supported me in important ways, and I’m deeply grateful for what it gave me. After an illness and a period of leave, I found myself at a natural pause point. It created space for reflection and for listening more closely to what I needed moving forward. In my early twenties, while living on the We

A colleague asked me the other day if I do cosmetic acupuncture. It isn’t something I’ve ever been especially drawn to, but in answering her, it gave me pause. It made me reflect on beauty from a very different perspective. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, we speak of  Shen . It’s often translated as “Spirit,” but that word barely touches its depth. Shen lives in the Heart. It’s our consciousness, our emotional life, our capacity for presence and connection. It’s the light be