In October my wife and I celebrated our 21st anniversary. She had several autoimmune diseases when we got married but she was healthy enough to do things on her own. These last couple of years her health has taken a turn for the worse. Yesterday we found out that she was diagnosed with Cachexia disease. Depending on what stage she's in the average lifespan of this disease is 3-15 months. We will find out what stage she's at this week but we are taking this pretty hard. I spent a lot of time yesterday in tears crying knowing that I won't have years with my wife. I've been through a lot of challenges in my lifetime, but this really hits hard. When that dreadful day comes I hope that I'll be able to stay strong.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Wishing all well . With Gratitude, Donna

Lately, I’ve been sitting with the tension between tracking and trusting—especially when it comes to food. There’s a quiet war inside me. Not loud enough to scream, but ever-present. It shows up most clearly around food—where hunger is absent, but eating persists. I’m trying to tell the difference between a need, a sacred yes, and a conditioned compulsion. I’m questioning my behaviors with curiosity, asking: Why am I doing this? Did my body ask for this—or did my ego-self concince me I needed it? (Note: my ego-self is... well, a master of disguise and a big liar. Always trying to meet some invisible expectation.) The truth is, I rarely feel true hunger. Yet I often find myself eating—for whatever reason. This is the edge I’m walking: Trying to trust my body while suspecting it’s been hijacked. I don’t want to track everything anymore. But when I stop, the silence isn’t peaceful—it’s eerie. I wonder: Is this the quiet of trust, or the quiet before a storm? My inner critic is having a field day with this.Thoughts like: Your're not disciplined enough I’m not enlightened enough. If I don’t list it, I won’t do it—because I’m lazy. Basically that I am not enough This is the edge I’m walking: Trying to listen for the body’s whisper beneath the mind’s mimicry. Trying to honor the soma without reenacting old scripts. Trying to discern between nourishment and numbing. So I’m bringing this to the community—those who walk with one foot in structure and one in surrender. Let’s metabolize this together. I welcome your reflections, rituals, and reframes

Sometimes I forget that what I am looking for is looking for me. This is my second time attending the Soma+IQ workshop. I was really excited about Day 2 when we did the breath work together. I am grateful to say it didn't disappoint. I have read many posts stating similar thoughts. Thanks to Jaggers and his team for putting on these free workshops. 💕