Omg, how did you even find me in this tucked-away corner of the web — or maybe it’s better to say, this tucked-away corner of me?

This isn’t a public project or a polished platform anymore. It’s more like a digital journal — a quiet space where I write, reflect, and let myself be. Some things might be messy, tender, or still unfolding, and that’s okay. I’m not trying to package my journey; I’m simply living it.

You won’t find coaching offers, courses, or calls to action here — just real words from real moments. The kind that come when I’m sitting with myself, sorting through what’s falling away and what’s taking root.

If you’ve somehow stumbled in, welcome. Maybe you were meant to find it, maybe not. Either way, you’re free to linger, read, or quietly slip away.

This is my space to breathe, to remember, and to come home — again and again — to what’s real.

This is my journal of remembrance.

A space where I return to moments I once moved past too quickly… where I sit with the visions, whispers, and sacred echoes that have followed me all my life. Some I understood at the time. Most, I didn’t. But now I see: I’ve always been awakening.

This journal isn’t a guide or a teaching. It’s a living archive of my journey—layered, unfolding, real. A place where I let the pages hold what Love is revealing… in its own timing, in its own way.

What I share here reflects my current understanding—but I hold it all with open hands. Because I have the right to grow. The right to shift. The right to release what once felt like truth as deeper insight comes.

Daily, I am remembering.
Daily, I am awakening.

What you’ll find here are glimpses—of wonder, of wrestling, of clarity, of becoming. And if something speaks to you as you read, may you receive what’s meant for your journey. We each awaken in our own way, in our own time. All I ask is that this space remains sacred—a non-judgment zone where every path is honored, and Love has room to meet us wherever we are.