Maddie is a holistic nutritionist and writer deeply curious about the relationships that thread throughout our lives, such as our relationship with food, our body, self, and love. If we find ourselves unworthy in any one of these relationships it will affect the others. We will not be enough in love, guilty at the plate, a harsh critic of the self, and a stranger to our own body.
Maddie seeks not to be a purveyor of answers, but an asker of questions. As humans seeking to uncover the many pieces of ourselves that make us powerful we don’t need someone else’s truths, we need our own inquiries. It’s her goal to ask the questions that awaken us to ourselves.
Love feels like it should be constant. Perhaps most especially our own. That it should be the same. That it should be unwavering and undaunted. Free from the heaviness of questioning. Of having to answer our doubts and our fears over and over again with practiced layers of grace. It would be so much easier
I used to think that love was place. Somewhere to be found. And judiciously protected. Bordered against, bordered by the fear of a surrounding landscape of heartbreak. But what if love were a rhythm. A melody. A beat. Not to be found Or protected. but played. but sung.
Bigness. The knowing of oneself. Is heavy. Not in a way that is neat and contained and balanced. But instead, asymmetrical. Irregular. Wiggly. It can’t simply be picked up. Without thought. Or intention. Or bracing one’s back. Or by just anyone. To be made light. To be held. That person needs to have done the
…a courageous and imperfect life. We get seduced by this notion of perfect. Of complete understanding of who we are. Perfection is the opposite of creation. It’s hard and shiny and static. We are none of those things. When we let go of arrival. When we release the idea of being one person. When we surrender into the dynamism and creation of our story, that’s when life gets to be wild, and gorgeous and fully ours.
Become the irreverent author and editor of your own life.