Homebody has been a word that has stuck in my head for years and years. I’ve always loved it. I’ve always loved how many meanings it carries for me.

I have a deep relationship with my family and have always loved home. Something that has been quite hard to leave. I hope to build a home space for my future family that feels the same way. Hard to leave but ready with open arms for when you return from adventure.

I also love the essence of cultivating lots of homes. You can make homes in people or places or communities or activities. It doesn’t have to be the physical structure you sleep in. Home is an energetic. A frequency match for feeling ease and flow and safety and joy.

I also love that our body is a home for us. It carries us through this beautiful world and allows us to touch, see, taste, smell, hear. Such a gift. It is a vessel of our human experience. Allowing us to move, play, love, cook, and dance.

Tending to my homes and my body has always been a priority for me. Out of respect for the sacredness of this opportunity to exist. Out of awe.

To embody love in all of my homes.

With every ounce of learning, growing, and evolving, I have more reverence for what this life is. It’s unfathomable. I want to maximize my joy and maximize my time in this body and with this mind.

And I want to help others do the same.

I don’t know it all, but I know a lot. And I have a wise soul, a pure heart, and space to hold for you.