Music has always been my medicine. From feeling the drums in my stroller at a childhood parade to playing the Mul Mantra through tears after my dad’s passing, sound has been the thread connecting my healing. When my sister died, even picking up my guitar felt too heavy—until Yellow Ledbetter found its way back to me.

This is a story about music and healing, the root chakra, and why the only way to truly heal is to feel it all.

From heliskiing in the Canadian Rockies to walking on a treadmill post-surgery, movement has always been my way home to myself. But when I was told I couldn’t do anything but walk for 90 days, I had to relearn what movement really meant. In this deeply personal post, I share how walking became my anchor, how our Ramedica balm supported my healing, and why slowing down might just be the most powerful lesson of all.

Pain has a message — but are you listening? This is the story of how a shoulder injury and a broken heart taught me to stop powering through and start tuning in. Physical pain was just the beginning — healing came when I started to listen to what my heart already knew.