A Saturday of Slowing, Connection, and Choosing
What Comes Next
This morning was a little different.
It’s not very often I can get one of my kids out of bed now that they’re grown, my daughter and I headed to the beach for my usual Saturday grounding and coffee, in that quiet space before the world fully wakes.
Two cruise ships slowly made their way into the harbour one early, another following behind, surfers already in the water, people walking their dogs, life unfolding gently before 8am. There was no rush, no expectation, just presence.
As the second cruise ship came in for the day, slowly moving into the harbour, I was reminded that the world keeps moving even when I choose to slow down. And right now, slowing down is exactly what I need.
Had a moment of realization on how much motherhood shifts as our children grow. It becomes less about doing and more about being. Less about guiding, more about walking alongside. Healing doesn’t always come through big conversations or reopening old wounds sometimes it comes through shared silence, early mornings, and choosing softness.
Generational healing looks like this for me now not repeating what was heavy, not forcing closeness, but allowing connection to grow safely and in its own time. In those quiet moments, I felt the shift from surviving to softening, from protecting to trusting.
Beautiful morning walk birds close by the warmth of the sun on my skin, and even a wee penguin spotted in passing, far too quick to catch on camera. One of those blink-and-you-miss-it reminders to stay present.
By the afternoon, my body was making itself known. The spinning kicked in, the old shakes too clear signals that I’d done enough for one day. Listening to my body is part of my healing now, not something I push past or apologise for.
Despite that, the day still had more beauty to offer. The Psychic Café Christmas party brought healers, tarot readers, and kind souls together for a beautiful Christmas lunch. A few cheeky wines, Lebanese food to try, laughter flowing easily.
These are my people.
The ones who don’t judge.
The ones who support you.
The ones you can laugh with.
This year has taught me something important: not everyone is meant to walk into the next chapter with you. Some people aren’t worth your time or energy, and that realisation doesn’t come with bitterness anymore just clarity.
I’m ending this Saturday grateful, full-hearted, and deeply aware that healing isn’t loud. It’s found in early mornings, shared coffee, chosen community, and knowing when to rest.
This is how I honour my body, my journey, and the chapters still to come.