"The freedom we crave often reveals the places where we are most wounded."

It dawned on me today, the freedom I was chasing was where I was most wounded.

I sat and reflected: There are some who chase freedom. And some who chase control.

Both are trying to fill a space left by an old wound.

Another day, another blessing. TGIF. Mondayitis. Hump day.

We attach little slogans to each day of the week like they’ll make life more bearable.

But what if we treated every day like no other? No Mondayitis. No countdowns.

Just the quiet joy of rising. The shy sky in pink hues, orange light peeking through.

Birdsong fills the stillness before the hum of the world wakes.

It’s not because I’m wealthy.
It’s because I believe in a better future.

One where healing is accessible.
One where support doesn’t come with a hefty price tag.
One where community care returns to the centre of our lives