A Little Something Called Selah
*A New Project
I’m sitting at our Restoration Hardware table, the one we purchased on Facebook Marketplace. Used. Painted over. This time in a new home across the country. Maryland. It’s early fall. The tree outside the window in the kitchen is starting to turn its leaves from green to red to orange, and some fall slowly onto our patio, trying to make a permanent home.
I’ve often accepted any invitation or spark to write. Especially when it came to personal topics. As I’ve turned the corner of my sixth EMDR session, celebrated my daughter’s first birthday, and moved our family across the country in one Subaru, a one-year-old and a wheaten terrier, I’ve found a season of pause. I believe change and transitions call for it. And in that silence and chaotic trip together, I didn’t feel like writing. When we arrived at our new home, I still didn’t feel like writing. But then last week, while I was walking around our new neighborhood, I suddenly felt this pull to start something, to write it down.
Did it stay on my Notes app for a while? Absolutely. I was waiting for the right time to start. To begin again with kinetic energy and a wobbly idea for something I had wanted myself, selfishly for ages. As I sit on our uneven wooden chairs, the ones we got a sweet deal on, the sun has yet to wake up, but my entire family is already buzzing around the kitchen. I’m writing while I hear my daughter gah-gah’s while dropping Cheerios on the floor and my Wheaten terrier running in to see what he can save. The energy every morning is peaceful, yet lively and playful. When I first started to sit with this idea I had months ago, I really had to let it simmer.
I had to tell my body that I was moving; even if it was in spirals, I was moving still.
Words are very important to me. I like to breathe them in the most, but when the timing is right, and I’m vibrating with firefly-like wonder, I love to write everything down on paper.
If you know me, you know that I have always had a writing practice; I create poetry, I write stories, and I like to figure things out this way. Sometimes I’m in the middle of writing and the question I had been pondering for weeks is answered within a few sentences. It was my first practice with magic. I’ve believed in magic ever since.
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As I moved through high school and college sports, I was given so much information about healing things I felt I had little control over. I began studying my body, my diet, and my habits, trying to understand what was happening within me. My healing journey became a spiral, with winding, interconnected paths that helped me make sense of my experiences and understand myself more deeply.
The thing is, I’m inspired by a lot of things, which made it hard to pick a path within it. When I started studying functional nutrition in 2024, things I once thought I loved started to fall away, and I began to self-study my surroundings. When you turn off the noise and tune into your inner channel, things suddenly become inspirational. Nutrition became a frequency, a way of tuning back into myself rather than another protocol to follow. The more I learned about the body, the more I understood that health was about so much more than diet plans, protocols, or even biochemistry. It was also about our relationship with ourselves. How we listen to our bodies, how we respond to what we hear, and how we learn to care for ourselves through the lives we’re actually living.
So when I first heard the word Selah from a woman I had met when I was pregnant. She was due any day last July and told me that Selah was one of the names she was considering for her baby girl. I thought it was beautiful then. Later, while listening to a podcast, I heard it described as a Hebrew word associated with a pause in music or an invitation to lift something up. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I even added it to my future baby names list before finding my way back to it to name something I was birthing in my own life. Selah felt like the way to describe my internal experience. The long healing story, the becoming that brought me back to myself, the quiet and sacred presence of being a woman, a mother.
I’m still learning that slowing down doesn’t necessarily mean I’ve stopped wanting things. I still have ideas, ambitions, and a running list in my head of all the things I want to create. I’m just learning that I don’t have to chase every one of them all at once. I’m inspired by those that believe so much in their purpose that they can’t help but share it, even if they’re the only ones talking.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how we learn to understand our bodies, where we turn when something feels off, and how easily the search for answers can become another thing we feel we have to get right. There is so much information available to us, and so much of it can leave us feeling as though we should always be doing more. I want Selah to be a place where we can make sense of what we’re learning, ask better questions, share what we’ve experienced, and find a more personal way of understanding our health.
I want to explore what it means to nourish ourselves beyond what’s on our plates, to consider the role of our daily lives, our stories, and the seasons we move through. And I want to do this alongside other women, learning from both the knowledge we gather and the wisdom we gain from living in our bodies.
Selah became an echo, calling me back to myself. A place to listen inward and nourish outward. A space to share, write, educate, reflect, and become curious about the stories we’ve been told.
I’m so glad you’re here.
