kasia laviers

This is a raw post, and it's one of the hardest to write. It's for anyone who struggles with connection, but it's also a love letter to the people in my life. I have an "intention" for this article. It's not about self-pity; it's about wanting, deeply, to be understood. I'm aware that my protective mechanisms can make me seem aloof, cold, unavailable, not interested, stuck-up, uncaring, even snobbish. This is not the case. This is not the real me . I want my friends to know that I don't see...

I woke up this morning feeling... 'heavy.' The clouds over the loch are low, the world is grey and damp, and my own energy is right down on the floor. My whole life, I've just said, "Och, I'm so sensitive to low atmospheric pressure." It always felt like a flaw, an affliction. It felt like something to be resisted, medicated, or "pushed through". It made me feel passive, like a victim of the weather. But this morning, as I sat with my tea, I had a little lightbulb moment. A gentle reframe...

Autumn has arrived. There’s a chill in the air, a whisper of winter, and a beautiful, slow-motion surrender as the trees start letting go...