Day 5 — Embodiment Practice

Welcome to day five. ✨

This note is coming to you late in the evening, on a cold January night.

One of those days when the snow fell, the trains were disrupted, and nothing ran on time. Except — perhaps — exactly what needed to.

Somewhere between delayed platforms and shifting plans, I was given an unexpected gift: time. A window to sit back, accept that the perfect schedule I had in my mind was no longer relevant, and trust that there was a lesson in that disruption.

And there was.

Because embodiment isn’t just a practice you do. It’s what happens when life forces you to stop living in your head and drop back into your body.

The moment I stepped off that train, I realised I had been moved into a different timeline altogether. One that asked me to slow down. To pause. To take the scenic route. To spend an unhurried afternoon with a dear friend before doing anything else.

I needed that delay more than I knew.

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BLESS THE MESS

I had been carrying too much for too long — too many ideas, too many threads open at once, a familiar feeling of failing at everything and not knowing where to begin, what to focus on, or what to let go of.

“Radical acceptance,” my friend Hannie said gently, as I shared what was moving through me. “Work with what works, and bless the rest.”

That’s how she approaches each painting she creates (you will recall the beautiful practice she shared with us on Day 2).

Something in me softened.

“Bless the mess?” I repeated back — choosing to hear it that way, and then repeating it quietly to myself. Again and again. I had found it. The permission to peace and quiet I’d been searching for.

I don’t know if it was the homemade gingerbread cookies, the warmth of her home, or the snow falling outside at sunset — but something in me released.

And so today’s morning post became an evening somatic practice.

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