05/26/2026
This weekend, we finished gutting out my mom’s house. We cleaned out our shop as well, years and years of memories, belongings, dreams, grief, and pieces of a life that had been sitting there for almost eight years. Eight years of holding on while also trying to rebuild after leaving the home we lived in for 18 years… the home my beloved built for us with so much love.
As we sorted, carried, released, cried, laughed, and let go… the winds suddenly came up this afternoon. Strong and loud. And all I could hear in my spirit was:
“The winds of change are here.”
Then a rainbow appeared. 🌈
And deep in my heart, I knew this wasn’t random. I knew this was confirmation.
That after years of rebuilding…
After surviving loss, uncertainty, grief, exhaustion, and learning how to begin again…
Something is finally shifting.
Not from chaos.
Not from survival.
But from alignment.
I can feel us moving into a season that feels safe. Grounded. Secure. Peaceful. A home filled with calm nervous systems, laughter, warmth, and the kind of love you can finally exhale into.
Not because life has been perfect.
But because we kept going anyway.
There is something sacred about honoring the full journey; the heartbreak, the rebuilding, the courage it took to keep showing up when you couldn’t yet see the outcome.
And maybe that’s what healing really is…
Not becoming someone new.
But becoming safe enough to finally receive the beauty that was always trying to find you.
The winds are changing.
The old chapters are closing.
And for the first time in a long time…
I’m not afraid of what’s next.
I’m grateful for it.
PS the platform picked the song... not me!!! Which not by chance was my mom's favorite! There are no coincidences sweet souls!