Mindful Moves: Trauma-Informed Insights

There comes a moment when even the most dedicated among us feel the pull of stillness. The body whispers before the mind catches up: shoulders heavy, jaw tight, thoughts circling like restless birds. That whisper is often ignored in the rush of work, deadlines, and endless responsibility, until it becomes a shout. That’s when we need to step away. Not in defeat, but in care. For me, that reset happens by the sea. The moment my feet touch the sand, my nervous system seems to recognise something older than memory. The salty air, the sound of waves, the wide horizon, they all work together to remind my body that it’s safe to soften. The sea doesn’t ask me to achieve or perform; it simply invites me to be. When I spend time there with my family, something shifts even more deeply. Watching my loved ones laugh, skim stones, or walk quietly alongside me grounds me in a way no meeting or achievement ever could. Their presence, coupled with the rhythmic rise and fall of the tide, dr...