Field Notes

Sometimes healing looks like fog, wind and the quiet choice to keep walking anyway.

Sometimes the smallest acts of motion become our greatest victories.

Sleep better, eat better, move more. Keep the fire going.

What recovery means when chronic illness stays, but your relationship to it transforms.

Sometimes, it's about allowing ourselves to simply be.

I didn’t always notice the bloom - but now I wait for it like a promise.

Three straight days pushing hard on steep trails. Day four hit like payment due. Living fully with chronic illness means choosing aliveness — and paying for it.

When the body says no, the window says yes. Some days, letting the light crawl across the floor is the trail.