Today, I made a small change that holds deep meaning.
I decided to stop calling this space a blog… and start calling it what it truly is—a journal. Not a place for polished posts or finished thoughts, but a living, breathing archive of my journey. A place to honor the moments that rise, layer by layer, as I continue to awaken and remember.
There’s something sacred about documenting in real time. Letting the pages reflect the unfolding, the whispers, the revelations—not the conclusions. So from this day forward, I’m letting go of the pressure to present and choosing instead… to witness.
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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.
