BLOGS
Come sit by my side
This morning, anger returned. Not the old storm that used to burn through my chest, but a quieter version...
Every relationship begins because something about the other person makes us feel good. They awaken a...
It hit me after watching A Big Bold Beautiful Journey — that quiet ache of wanting someone again. Not...
“On learning to trust the divine hand that answers your
prayers through the very changes you fear”
The...
The Tree and the Dung
“You cannot heal starving roots by piling dung on the surface.”
A tree...
When I began this journey, the first thing I cared for wasn’t my mind, my career, or even my body as...
We’re taught that strength means control — over people, situations, even ourselves. But real strength...
Ego doesn’t always look like arrogance. Sometimes it hides behind sacrifice, service, or “good intentions.”...
Despite all the mental growth, all the spiritual talk, all the so-called “awakening” — it’s remarkable...
A quiet reckoning with survival mode, thought addiction, and the nervous system’s strange loyalty to...
What if you are not your name, your face, your job, or even your beliefs? This gentle reflection invites...
Not all generosity is generous. In a world where giving is often measured, posted, or turned into a transaction,...
I used to believe effort was everything — that if I just pushed hard enough, life would open. But some...
“Stories of walking through fear — one instinct, one truth at a time.”
Fear: The Quiet Companion
What...
“We are not one self, but many. The work is in choosing — again and again — who leads.”
For the longest...
“I thought presence meant standing tall. I didn’t know it could mean softening.”
For a long time,...
How I Awakened by Watching, Not Doing
When the Soul Tires of Hustle, It Starts to See
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Feeling...
“Stillness is meditation. Not silence on the outside — but attention on the inside.”
There are different...
A personal journey from rigid belief to soft surrender—how I let go of religion and quietly came home...
It was January twenty eighteen, peak summer in New Zealand. The decision came months before, gently seeded...