Meditation? Nope. This week I spiraled into Google rabbit holes about burnt toast, capitalism, and whether my diffuser can hold my life together. Maybe enlightenment looks a little messier these days.

The Plague of Doom took me out for nearly a month, cracking a rib in the process (yes, coughing can apparently do that). But somewhere between the laryngitis, pink eye, and ugly crying, I realized: this was a gift. When your body forces you to stop, it reveals things you’ve been too busy to see. What if we didn’t wait until we were sick to rest? Let’s talk about the unexpected lessons of forced stillness.

Sometimes the greatest act of healing isn't in fighting harder or searching further, but in creating the space to listen. What I understand now is that our bodies speak to us in whispers long before they resort to screams.