In trauma-informed social work, care, and healing, I’ve noticed a tendency to over-medicalize the human experience—to reduce trauma and its responses to clinical frameworks that strip away the complexity of what it means to heal. Tantric teachings, however, offer a vastly different perspective on trauma-informed care. In fact, within the first six sutras of the Pratyabhijñāhṛdayam, we are given a profound teaching on the nature of consciousness.

Kendra Coupland, a Black yoga teacher based in Vancouver explores burnout and how activists can make their social justice work more sustainable by pacing themselves and being mindful

When our nervous systems are overwhelmed, we do not become more revolutionary. We become reactive. We repeat. We end up harming or recreating the very systems we seek to escape. We burn out. Movements fracture. Regulation is not about sedation nor is it about obedience and discipline. It is certainly not about pretending everything is fine. When I say “regulation” as a meditation teacher what I am referring to is the capacity to stay.

What Nectarines (and my Anxiety) are Teaching Me About Being Delulu. Lately, I’ve been catching myself grieving the end of summer. Not over the dwindling daylight hours or the slow creep of cooler mornings. No, my sorrow has been squarely aimed at… nectarines. Yes, nectarines. That, and their equally enchanting cousins: cherries. a crate of freshly picked nectarines Every time I bite into that juicy, sun-soaked flesh of a stone fruit I feel a pang of dread. My mind immediatel

Herbal Bath Tea is a traditional way of creating sacred bathing rituals that not only cleanse the body, but soothe the spirit.

Timelines placed on grief are illusionary. Grief does not abide by them. Grief is a guest that visits with it’s own timeline.

Upcycled eye pillows are an easy and creative self care project. They do not cost a lot of money, and don’t take a lot of time to make.

Kendra Coupland's homemade hearty autumn tomato soup recipe, made with fresh tomatoes from the vegetable garden.

Choosing love means choosing compassion when it would be easier to shut down. It means choosing honesty when it would be easier to perform. It means choosing presence when it would be easier to distract. It also means taking responsibility. I have to check in with myself constantly. There isn’t a finish line where I “arrive” at love and stay there effortlessly. It’s a practice. Sometimes a difficult one. A question I return to, again and again, is simple: Is this an act of