Returning to Myself
This year stretched me, softened me, and reshaped me. I learned to release what drained me, embrace the love that lifted me, and honor the truth that guided me home. Grateful for the lessons, the healing, the communities that held me, and the version of myself rising from it all—with clarity, courage, and gratitude. As Thanksgiving arrives in North America, I’m taking a breath—a long, intentional one—to look back at the past eleven months. Somehow, time slipped through my fingers faster than I could keep track of, yet it left behind so many lessons, awakenings, and quiet transformations. This year wasn’t gentle. Not for me, not for the people I love, and not for the world we’re living in. We witnessed disasters intensified by a shifting climate, wars and uprisings reshaping nations, corruption exposed, and entire communities forced into survival mode. It often felt like the world was cracking open, revealing a deeper brokenness that could no longer be ignored. But through those cracks,...
