Reflections from the heart.
A letter for you. From the heart.
Dear one,
It’s okay to feel everything you do—to swing like a pendulum from love and joy to despair and grief, from aliveness to numbness. It’s okay.
All parts of you are welcome. All parts of you are needed—necessary even—to heal, to mend, to let go, and to move forward into the next phase of your life. It is when we feel, when we sit in this stillness, in this limbo, that we transform and arrive in this space that is ours, truly ours.
One step at a time. One breath. Not more, not less.
You are moving forward. Yes, you are.
Even when it feels you’re stuck in quicksand—forever treading, forever sinking—you are not. I am here to tell you: you are safe.
No matter the storms—the pain, the fear—you are safe. Inside you, you are always safe. No matter how fierce the wind, deep in your heart there is love and light and endless peace. Where you are held. Always. By yourself, by me.
The universe holds you. I hold you.
Trust that I am here. Trust that you never walk alone, because you never do. Never. Even when you feel lost, I am beside you—guiding you, holding you.
You don’t believe me. I can feel it, hear it, see your pain. I understand. And yet, nothing changes—I am still here, holding you.
Because sometimes we must go through long, dark tunnels to see the light—to be reborn. Like you are right now. You are being birthed by the force inside you to be YOU. Nothing less. Only you.
It’s all coming together. You will see. Trust, dear one. Beloved, trust. And breathe. Breathe in life and breathe out your worries. It’s as simple as that.
You are loved beyond measure. Always.
With so much love and light,
Your heart
Shared heart stories.
Echoes of the soul.
The gift of choice
Have you ever faced a moment when life demanded a choice? A choice so profound it changes everything? When sorrow, love, and hope intertwine in ways words barely capture?
I was there when my oldest sister’s illness headed for its peak. I knew when her face appeared on my phone that death was coming, that it was looking at me through her beautiful brown eyes, that a choice point was being reached.
Endings. Beginnings.
Are you feeling stuck between what’s ending and what’s yet to begin? You’re not alone.
For something to begin, something must end. For something to end, something must begin.
Endings and beginnings. An endless cycle. We all journey through it, sometimes easier, sometimes so much harder. And sometimes, we get stuck.