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Flat Tires, Soulships, and Grocery Store Karaoke
When two flat tires, a meditation I didn’t think I could do, and a grocery‑store “I Will Survive” serenade all collided, I stumbled into a living lesson on unconditional love. From the Light School and soulships to laughing with a stranger at self‑checkout, this is a story about what happens when we stop performing and let our real selves slip out.
Jules McVey
Apr 202 min read
Don’t Forget the Parts of Yourself You Promised You’d Come Back For
A man walked into our studio and reminded me how many versions of ourselves we leave behind as we grow up. This is a story about creativity, connection, and returning to the parts of ourselves we promised we’d come back for.
Jules McVey
Mar 102 min read
When Punching Paint Becomes Peace: The Neuroscience of Somatic Release Through Violent Expressionism
In the sleep lab, I learned the nervous system is a better historian than the mind. Electrodes don't lie - even when patients say they're fine, their bodies whisper otherwise. Fast forward: swap EEG leads for paint buckets. The truth remains: your body needs completion, not cognition. When you combine motion, creation, and consciousness, you don't just regulate - you reclaim. Sometimes peace isn't stillness. Sometimes it's the sound of a body remembering how to breathe - in c
Jules McVey
Nov 12, 20257 min read
My Secret Superpower: How Childlike Wonder Changed Everything
A sex therapist, my daughter, and a trampoline on an olive farm in Grand Junction all said the same thing. Here's what childlike wonder actually looks like when it's not a practice. It's just who you are.
Jules McVey
Aug 27, 20253 min read
The Train of Lost Souls: A Journey to Self-Reclamation
A train station emerged in the bustle of the city, visible only to the chosen. This was no ordinary stop - it was the Station of Lost Souls. The Arrival Silent and veiled, the train rolled in, shielding the secrets within. On the platform, souls stumbled aboard, bearing burdens etched on their faces - sacks of regret, crates of broken dreams, chests of old wounds. Each held a ticket, destination unknown. Among them walked Evelyn, her spirit weathered by life's storms. Though
Jules McVey
Feb 12, 20244 min read
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