One night I was thinking about colour. About how when my marriage ended I was drawn to anything with the colour teal, or peacock blue. I needed those colours to help me heal. But now I have different colours around me ... softer ones. Pale grey, pink, blue, green and grey. It occured to me that we often intuitively know what to do to help and heal ourselves, and it isn't rocket science. We are drawn to what we need if we allow ourselves to listen. It doesn't have to be complicated or clinical. It is often being present to what feels good / right or nourishing in the moment. When we allow this ... healing is already happening.

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sometimes healing doesn't look like a breakthrough

it doesn't come with fireworks or tears or a sudden ah-ha knowing

sometimes its the soft pull towards a colour that soothes

or the texture of a fabric that feels familiar

or the comfort of curling up under a blanket

this is the quiet medicine we forget

the gentle ways in which our bodies and our soul already know what is needed

you don't always have to seek healing

sometimes it is just about noticing what feels good, or what fills you up

its in the moment we put on that piece of music

the colours we choose without thinking

the pause to reflect

and when you are drawn to something - let it speak to you

you're not making it up

you are remembering how to take care of yourself

and the healing is already happening

often in the most ordinary and beautiful ways.