Melanie Phillips, Vancouver, BC (2026)

It is the healing system of India, sometimes referred to as the mother of all healing. It originated in India over 5,000 years ago and is still being used today. Ayurveda views health and disease as the end result of how we interact with the world, in terms of our beliefs, perceptions, thoughts and feelings, which then ultimately determine our actions. Actions in harmony with our inner nature create health, while those dis-harmonious with our inner nature create disease. Ayurveda is the science of developing greater harmony with our environment through all of our senses. Ayurveda assists the body in journeying back to optimal health by balancing the five elements in the body and mind through the use of herbs, diet, colors, aromas, lifestyle changes, yoga, and meditation along with other five sense therapies.

01/06/2026

Something in you is done.
Not dramatic. Just done.
You want breath. Space.
A nervous system that isn’t sprinting in stilettos.

Because you’ve been moving fast for so long you can’t even hear yourself think, and your soul is like: can we not?

Not “fix your mindset.” Not “optimize your morning routine.”
Just come back. To you.

Something in you already knows where you’re supposed to go next.
Not in a dramatic way but a quiet, unmistakable way.
Your fullest creative expression.
Actual abundance. Alignment that isn’t performative.

And yeah, you’ve been successful.
But you’re done with it feeling like you’re watching your own life through tempered glass.

Six days in Costa Rica.
Not to become a “better version” of you (ick, no).
Not to perfect yourself into someone more palatable.

To remember who you are.
To find where you’ve been leaking power and pretending it’s fine.
To listen for the truth underneath the noise.
To name what you want without apologizing for how grand it is.

We’ll activate what you already know.
We’ll talk about your heart’s trajectory and put it into motion.

Because you didn’t come here to be polished.
You came here for the grand adventure.
And to change things by being fully, unmistakably you.

xo
m

P.S. I can’t stop taking photos of the sunsets here. Love, love, love them!
🤍

01/02/2026

The year was 2026.

It was the year everything aligned.

I became the version of myself my soul intended.

I finally stopped worrying about being misunderstood or judged and allowed my creativity to flow.

I stopped translating my soul expression into something more palatable.

My creativity came back like a wild animal that realized the house was safe again.

I owned the powerhouse healer I am, without trying to prove it. Not loud. Not performative. Just… inevitable.

I sat in sacred ceremony.
I held the mirror of magnificence up for others.
I stopped apologizing for my depth, my vision, my knowing.

I spoke more. Wrote more. Told my story without asking permission first.

My body was a sacred temple:
Strong hands on the rock, a steady nervous system, a spine that felt like it finally remembered its purpose.

I slept like someone who trusted life.
I moved like someone who belonged in her skin.

And I remember how rich my life felt in the ways no one can screenshot.

Long dinners. Bare feet. Ocean air. Mountain mornings.

Belly laughs with friends that made my cheeks hurt.

Time with family that didn’t feel rushed or in between.

I honoured the humans I get to walk through this life with, not as an afterthought, but as a devotion.

Comparison got bored and left.
Judgment lost access.
I chose unconditional love as my set-point.

And yes… I became the million-dollar version of me.

Not because I hustled harder.
Because I stopped shrinking.

I stopped making my gifts smaller to be more digestible.
I stopped trying to be liked by everyone.
I started serving the women I’m actually here for: the ones who don’t want motivation… they want liberation.

I listened deeper.
I laughed harder.
And I lived with this quiet knowing, like a warm ember behind my ribs: Something wonderful is happening here.
💜

📸

12/21/2025

Winter Solstice Blessing

Tonight, the dark isn’t empty.
It’s fertile. A quiet place where truth gathers.

There’s no need to force the light or rush what’s unfolding.
What’s been falling away is making space.

This season reminds us that seeds grow in silence,
and magic doesn’t announce itself.

Bless the pause.
Bless the not-yet.
Trust what’s becoming beneath the surface.

We are returning to the light.
🤍

A throwback to ice climbing a few solstices ago with 📸 ✨

12/19/2025

There’s something about this new moon, so close to the solstice, that doesn’t ask for effort or urgency. It doesn’t ask you to set bigger goals, become more radiant, or force clarity. It invites something quieter, more honest. A pause. A turning inward.

With the solstice approaching, there’s a sense of standing at a threshold. Not rushing toward the light, not resisting the dark, but allowing both to exist exactly as they are. This moon feels like the still point before the turning, where time softens and you’re invited to be with yourself without needing to fix or improve anything.

Today I’m honoring the Ice Queen within me. Not frozen, not shut down, but clear. Self-held. Rooted in her own authority. Ice is water that’s chosen form. It knows how to hold. It knows how to wait. It knows that power doesn’t come from constant movement, but from discernment. From knowing when to soften and when to remain.

This moon doesn’t feel like it’s about writing intentions or manifesting harder. It feels like an identity moment. A quiet decision about who you’re no longer willing to be, and what you’re done negotiating with the universe about. It’s an invitation to let what’s misaligned fall away without drama, and to allow what’s true to become inevitable.

If you’re feeling slower today, more inward, less interested in noise or performance, there’s nothing wrong with you. Stillness isn’t stagnation. It’s precision. It’s wisdom gathering itself before it moves again.

I’m listening more than I’m speaking. Trusting more than I’m pushing. Allowing the light to return on its own timing.
🤍

12/10/2025

I accidentally joined a Santa Claus parade.
Not on purpose. Not in costume.

Just a hungry Canadian woman trying to buy a single chicken breast in rural Costa Rica.

It started with the rotisserie chickens not existing at the grocery store (a personal betrayal). So I thought, “Fine. I’ll go to that little restaurant we’ve been to. One chicken breast. Easy.”

Except, the entire town was hosting a full Christmas parade. Marching bands, floats, Santa...and then me, idling in Eduardo’s manual transmission, windows fogged, no idea where the defrost button lives, clutching my phone like a GPS life raft.

By the time I reached the restaurant (in the dark, obviously), I ordered my modest chicken breast. The cashier looked at me, nodded sweetly, and rang up $23.

No, no, no, not a meal, not the family platter. Just the chicken.

Which, apparently, made me the gr**go nightmare of the evening.

I briefly considered surrendering, sitting down, ordering the full meal, and eating my feelings under fluorescent lighting…but the shame of returning to the cash register after the “$23 chicken breast showdown” was too much.

So now I’m on my way home with my lonely chicken breast, driving stick, still can’t find the defrost, phone in one hand, singing Christmas carols to blend into the festive chaos.

Sometimes you don’t realize you’re stressed until you become an accidental parade float.

Anyway, here’s to hunger, humility, and the heroic journey of rural grocery runs.
🤪

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