09/10/2025
✧ The Stories That Endure ✧
This morning on my walk—my ritual of meditation, release, and being held in nature’s embrace—I found myself once again enchanted by the bumblebee that greets me daily in my garden.
Our curiosity mirrors one another, a gentle reminder that nature is always in dialogue with us.
But today, the story wasn’t about the bee. It was about a girl.
As I passed a park bench, I overheard a teenage daughter speaking to her mother. Her words struck me.
They weren’t just words—they were a chant, a declaration, a story she has begun to tell herself with conviction. Two simple syllables, repeated again and again:
“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
The rhythm of it was almost like an affirmation, though one that carves limitation instead of liberation. And it made me pause.
Because what endures?
Stories endure.
The ones we chant, the ones we whisper to ourselves at night, the ones we rehearse so often they become the background music of our lives. Whether conscious or unconscious, these stories form the book we are living in.
So I ask you, as I asked myself this morning:
✨ What story are you chanting?
✨ What declaration are you repeating without even noticing?
✨ Is it a story that binds you, or one that frees you?
I wanted to gather that girl up, to offer her one of my somatic love potions, a new story stitched with empowerment and tenderness. But I couldn’t. So I sent her my quiet blessing, my hope that one day she will stumble across a different voice within herself—one that says “I can.”
And perhaps that is the invitation for all of us. To notice the stories we are declaring. To choose the ones that nourish, uplift, and empower.
Big love and big encouragement. 💛
Ros
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