Discomfort is not something many seek out. Sometimes it's the dull ache of a changing body, the invisible ripple of uncertainty after a diagnosis, or the grief accumulating as time passes.

There's a moment in therapy—sometimes quiet, sometimes unexpected—when you realize you are not being analyzed, fixed, or managed. You are being met.

When I began building this practice, choosing words, images, and even the quiet companion of a flower, I returned again and again to the idea of health.