09/08/2026
The past week has been heavy, heavy in a way that has less to do with what’s happening out in the world, and more to do with what’s moving within me. I’m not afraid of external energies; I’m learning to recognise my own. I’m meeting myself there, honestly. I’m walking through it as a healer should patiently, gently, and with attention.
For a long time I believed I had a solid understanding of my body that I knew it, that I listened, that I honoured it. And in many ways, I did. I still do. Though something deeper has been unveiling itself over time. I never stopped caring for myself, yet I did not always speak to my body the way I now realise I could have. Life pulled my focus. Friendships became the centre. Relationships demanded my energy. And while I was trying to survive and belong, I sometimes allowed what I felt in my spirit to be quieter than what I wanted to believe.
There were signs. I knew at least on some level that something wasn’t fully aligned. And I ignored that knowledge for years. Not because I was foolish, though because I was trying to protect myself in the only ways I knew then. I let certain patterns continue longer than I should have, and my body carried the weight of that choice.
What has become especially clear in the last year and a half is this: I found out certain friendships were speaking about me sharing my life and my details with my clients. And that truth was shocking, though it also brought a kind of clarity that can’t be talked away. It revealed more about them than I expected, and it helped me understand how deeply I had been influenced by people and dynamics that were not meant to be my foundation.
Now, as the weeks unfold, I can feel myself reconnecting. Emotionally, spiritually almost as if something in me is coming home. And with that reconnection comes everything that was held back: anger, hurt, pain. Real pain. Not dramatic pain true pain. The kind that rises when the body finally feels safe enough to tell the truth.
And still, I want to say this with compassion: we all get sidetracked. We all stumble into the gravity of family, relationships, friendships, animals, responsibilities, money, survival. We convince ourselves it’s normal to put our needs last, because the world asks so much of us. We move from moment to moment, adapting, enduring, doing what we can. Sometimes we don’t even realise we’ve lost ourselves until something inside us begins to demand to be heard.
So if I’ve learned anything, it is this peace exists alongside turbulence. Though peace is not found by pretending everything is fine. Peace is found by telling the truth, taking responsibility with gentleness, and choosing yourself again.
This week, I’m asking myself and I’m asking you, too to take care of your thoughts. Guard what you feed your mind. Take care of your body, the one carrying your history and your healing. Bless the part of you that has been trying so hard to survive. And bless the part of you that is finally ready to heal.
Wishing you a blessed week soft in the heart, steady in the spirit, and supported by your own inner light.🍀🧿🧡