Recently, during a session with a client, we found ourselves watching a caterpillar — slow, deliberate, low to the earth. Its entire world existed within inches of soil and leaf. Every movement required effort, every step was tactile, every experience dense and physical. The caterpillar’s life is one of patience and persistence. It must eat continuously, taking in what it needs to prepare for something unseen — the great alchemy of becoming. It knows nothing of wings or sky;

What I’m waking up to is this: Fuck the ideology of perfection. For most of my life, I carried the quiet, clawing itch to become who the...

For most of my life, I’ve struggled with my cycle. While my periods have always been regular, they weren’t exactly smooth. Sometimes they...