This year, and perhaps the last several, have felt like a pause. July felt like that more acutely. Life slowed. Sometimes it even felt like nothing was happening. Or that maybe I'd stepped off the path while everyone else around me kept moving forward. Growth and change isn't always visible, though. I've continually been returning… Continue reading August: Roots Before Wings
I’ve believing that somewhere else would finally feel like home as I’ve grappled with the discomfort of life transitions and the unknown. This season of my life is teaching me something different, though. Maybe coming home was never about finding a place. Maybe it has always been about returning to myself.
June was emergence. Quite literally for me, as I moved from teaching full-time into summer—a literal emergence from one season into another. Though it didn't unfold the way I imagined it would. Every year, when school ends, I spend the first week of summer doing much the same thing: sleeping, resting, recuperating. Letting my nervous… Continue reading July: The Queen’s Garden
Sometimes life doesn't hand us the thing we imagined because it wasn't the destination. It was the invitation. The rehearsal. The practice match that shows us we're finally ready when the real thing arrives. Some opportunities change our lives. Others simply reveal that we've already changed.
How is it already June? May was a gift. A beautiful tending. A tending of relationships. Of my heart. Of the things beneath the surface that required care. There were beautiful gifts, and disappointments too. Ones that asked me to sit with the sting while still recognizing what is already present and worthy of gratitude.… Continue reading June: Feminine Power
Looking toward May, I can’t help but anticipate a tending. Coming from the space I’ve been occupying,the fallow, the seed planted,I find myself asking what this asks of me next. When I think of the seed, there isn’t a sudden bloom.No clear moment where everything shifts into color. Not yet. If April was the seed,quietly… Continue reading May: The Tending
April has been quieter and softer than I expected. Not in the same way as before, not like January's subtle adjustments, the pause that holds its breath. Not like February's cleansing and stillness that waits for something to begin. This is a different kind. It's the kind of quiet where something has already begun, something… Continue reading April: The Seed
My heart has called me home. There was a certain sheepishness as I followed her call; I hadn't realized I'd abandoned her throne, leaving nothing but dust on her seat. Stress and anxiety had lured me away, whispering that my value lay in the lands of others. The relentless machine of obligation overwhelmed me. I… Continue reading My Heart
I used to fear the word content. I heard it as a heavy, rusted anchor, a settling of the soul into the silt of the mundane. I thought it meant the end of the climb, the extinguishing of the fire, the quiet surrender of a heart that had simply stopped trying to grow. I saw… Continue reading Already Home
The last two months have felt like a slow, steady, quiet building. January was full of micro-tweaks and subtle adjustments. Small calibrations. A tightening of bolts I didn’t even know were loose. February felt like a cleansing of the heart. A soft wringing out. A release of the things I’ve carried, the barriers I’ve erected,… Continue reading March: Ignition
