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.
Why is it that we think we’re alone That we are alone in this particular genre of doubt That we are alone in this unique breed of uncertainty That we are alone in this distinct unfamiliarity in our body That we are alone in this singular notion that we won’t fit with another human We
I’ve stopped trusting the verbiage of, “to fall” in relation to love. It makes me feel as though it is beyond me. That it is dependent on some other source but me. On clumsiness. On gravity. On void. It doesn’t make room for the mundanity of love. The everydayness. It requires that we are tipped
There’s an awkwardness to beginning. Especially now. Especially when we think we’ve lived enough to know better. To know ourselves better. Shouldn’t it be smooth. Seamless. Outlined by all these choices we’ve already made. As solid as the human we’ve chosen to become. And yet it isn’t. It never is. Nor should it be. What
…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.