Some days we move from one thing to the next without a breath in between. A full morning runs into a busy afternoon, or we walk away from a hard conversation still carrying it in our shoulders.
I made this practice for those moments. It’s only a few minutes long, and all it asks is that you sit down at a quiet kitchen table, breathe, and remember someone who has made you feel at home.
Come back to it whenever you need to. The chair is always pulled out for you.
Warmly, Kathy
A little about me
Hi, I’m Kathy. A guide, a gatherer, a maker of sacred space, and a woman who found her way home to herself after years of putting everyone else first.
For years, I wore many hats at once. Single parent, community manager in a role I was promoted into before I believed I deserved it, event organizer. And later, a family caregiver. Learning all over again how to give without losing myself in the giving. Caring for everyone, in every direction, all at the same time. What I had to learn, slowly and imperfectly, was that I mattered too. What I found on the other side of that, through stillness, creativity, and the women who gathered around my table, became everything I now offer.
There’s a place at the table with your name on it.
