Hello Reader,

You might not know this about me (or maybe you do but haven't heard this part)... I grew up with a crippling autoimmune disease.
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I was in grade 9 when I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. I was put on medications- many. I wore braces on my wrists and had a splint to wear at night. I had special shoes and orthotics. I needed extra fat pens and pencils to hold. I was pale as a ghost with puffy prednisone face. I struggled to concentrate and my friends would often need to nudge me out of my stupor to get me to pay attention.
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I’ve spent a lot of time being in pain. And a lot of time managing every aspect of my health-my diet, my meds, my supplements, my movement, my emotional history, etc.
But my hands still look deformed and sometimes function like I’m wearing oven mitts.
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But I also began my mindful movement journey at the age of 15 because of my illness and have followed this as my calling in life since 2005.
Even in times when I wanted to give up and stop teaching, I couldn’t do it. I was always called back. And I learned to show up in new ways that honoured my lived experience.
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And honoured other’s in their lived experience too, showing them ways to keep going and keep loving the miracle of their body. Even when it’s hard or they don’t know what comes next, I’m right there, pulling from the archives of decades of experience to support them.
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And because I know what it’s like to live with pain, uncertainty, and even at times, desperation, I can hold space for those things with compassion and reverence for the person beneath those feelings

I’m on a journey too and I have no intention of stopping.

If something about my story resonates with you, or maybe someone you know, you don’t have to figure it all out on your own.
And I would be honoured to support you in finding your way forward, in your body, at your pace.
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♥️
Meg

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