Life is a Beautiful Art

For me, it started young. I was born with a bone protruding from my chest — an unusual marker that made me deeply body-aware before I even had words for it. I discovered the power of movement early on. Lifting weights in my pre-teens gave me confidence and eased my anxiety. It showed me that my body wasn’t something to hide, but something to listen to and enjoy. In my early 20s, I instructed spin classes and ran bootcamps to inspire others in their bodies…. that listening dee

After dedicating a year to self-nurturing and fulfilling a lifelong dream of RV’ing across Canada, I return with a renewed spirit akin to...

Watching the sunrise has become a cherished ritual for me since 2020, during a very challenging time in my life. It was an intuitive pull...