I’ve just returned home from Bali. Parts of me feel expanded, clear, and deeply rested. Another part of me is jet-lagged, staring at emails, laundry, and the quiet hum of everyday life in Canada. This contrast is real. And it’s important. Because what most people don’t talk about after a spiritual vacation, retreat, or breakthrough experience is this: The real transformation doesn’t happen there. It happens here. The Peak Is Not the Change When we travel somewhe

My favourite photo of my mother and I. When my mother passed away, I expected the grief. I expected the tears. I expected the ache of missing her. I expected the waves of sadness that come when someone who shaped your life is no longer physically here. What I didn’t expect was the grief of losing my role. For nearly thirty years, I wasn’t just her daughter. I was holding space. For decades, my mother struggled deeply with depression and anxiety. Long before there were medical

This morning I am sitting on a small balcony in Bali, looking out over the Water Palace. The air is soft with mist, temple bells ring gently in the distance, and offerings rest at every doorway like tiny prayers made visible. On the outside, everything is breathtakingly peaceful. Inside, my heart is still tender, still moving, still remembering. My mom passed away on January 9th. In the weeks that followed, I lived in a space of doing — caring, organizing, coordinating