The Soul Journey with Sarah Moussa

07/02/2026

For the couples contemplating calling it quits and throw in the towel on your relationships, because everything isn’t “perfect”, here is some food for thought.

Lifelong commitment is not what most people think it is.
It's not waking up to breakfast in bed together.
It's not always about cuddling in bed until both of you fall asleep, peacefully, at night.
It's not a clean home filled with laughter and lo******ng, everyday.

It's someone who steals all the covers (and snores!).
It's slammed doors and a few harsh words at times.
It’s stubbornly disagreeing and giving each other the silent treatment until your hearts heal and, then...FORGIVENESS! It’s coming home to the same person everyday, that you know LOVES and CARES about you, in spite of (and because of) who you are.
It's laughing about the one time you accidentally did something stupid.
It's about disagreements, WITHOUT finger pointing.
It's about helping each other with the hard decisions of life!
It's about swallowing the nagging words instead of saying them out loud.
It's about eating the easiest meal you can make just so you can sit down together at a late hour to eat together because you both had a crazy day.
It's when you have an emotional breakdown and your partner lays with you and holds you, and tells you everything is going to be okay and you BELIEVE them.
It's about still loving someone even though, sometimes, they make you absolutely insane.

Loving someone is not easy;
sometimes it's extremely hard,
but it's amazing and comforting and one of the BEST things you'll ever experience which few ever get a single opportunity to experience!
Be loving. Be patient. Be kind.

🌷©️The Counsellor

07/02/2026

07/02/2026

When life brings you to your knees
and the world feels too heavy to carry,
when hope fades like the last light at dusk...
know that I’m here.
Always.

I don’t have all the answers.
I can’t fix everything or make the storms disappear.
But I can stand beside you,
listen without judgment,
and hold space for you when you need it most.

There will be storms...there always are.
Moments that try to pull us apart,
days that test our strength.
But hand in hand, side by side,
with love at the center of it all,
we can weather anything.

I’ll be the first to welcome you home after a long day,
arms open, heart steady.
A kiss on your forehead, fingers through your hair—
your safe place from the noise of the world.

Since the moment we met, we’ve never truly been apart.
Your heart became my home,
your love my refuge,
our own quiet shelter from everything outside.

So no, we may not have all the answers.
Some days will get the best of us.
We’ll stumble, lose our footing, feel the pain of life.
But I will always be here...
to catch you when you fall.

When I said I loved you,
it wasn’t just words.
It was a promise.
To stay.
To choose you.
To hold you, love you, cherish you..
even protect you.
every step of the way.

Written by The Ravenwolf

07/02/2026

Conscious Love doesn’t mean perfect love …

07/02/2026

If your partner gets triggered…

07/02/2026

She has days that she doesn’t even know how she’s going to make it through-
The weight of the world crashes down on her shoulders and she fights just to keep it together.
She’s a strong soul with the heart of a warrior and the spirit of a phoenix..
But it’s still a struggle some days.
She’s been through the worst times and somehow, kept going and getting better.
Truthfully, she didn’t know how she didn’t fall apart every day in every way, but somehow..
She found her courage and strength to let nothing bring her down.
She tackles every day with zealous energy, unwilling to let the challenges and storms tear down her happiness..
Because that’s who she is- a strong and independent woman.
Yet, as she goes about her day, the world just amazes at her sparkling smile..for they don’t know the battle she often fights behind the steel facade..
And they don’t have to, because they’d never understand-
Her journey, her past or how she seems to always be fine.
She lifts others up even as she’s struggling to find a foothold in her day.
Her sparkle is effervescent and her smile is contagious- she uses the pain as a reminder to always keep getting back up..stronger.
She’s not out to change the world or be a trendsetter, she’s content to make herself and those around her happy.
It’s in those moments when you can see the storms behind her soulful eyes that you realize that’s she’s more than just a normal woman.
She’s a lightbringer who lifts herself and others up..even as the clouds gather in her soul.
Resilient, strong and happy, she’ll always be the one who doesn’t just change the world for herself, but for all those whose lives she touches.
That’s just who she is ..
A whole lot of strength mixed with a heap of soul...and a light to all.
Once you meet her, you’ll never forget her, her smile or the way she made you think you could do anything.
Warrior, lover, dreamer..
She’s always going to find a way..
Stick around long enough, she might just make you believe, too.

Written by The Ravenwolf

07/02/2026

🔥 You’re Not Touching Her… You’re Just Reaching For What You Want…

And she can feel the difference in the first three seconds.

Before your hands even land.

Her body already knows whether you showed up… or whether you’re just passing through on your way to something.

Here’s the thing most men never learn…

She’s been touched before. Plenty.

By hands that moved like they were running out of time.

By mouths that said the right things while the rest of him was already somewhere else.

She knows what it feels like when a man’s fingers are asking a question his heart never bothered to form.

So yeah. She’s calibrated for this.

Every. Single. Time.

🪷 What it actually costs her when you rush…

There’s a flinch she’s learned to hide.

Not the dramatic kind.
Not the kind you’d notice.
The small one.

The one that lives behind her ribcage like a door that learned to close quietly.

Because the men before you didn’t take their shoes off at the door.

They tracked mud through every room of her and called it passion.

They confused hunger with devotion. Confused speed with desire. Confused finishing with arriving.

And now there’s a part of her… (the softest part, the part that used to reach without thinking)… that waits.

Not for permission.

For proof.

That this time is different. That your hands know the difference between taking and receiving. That your presence isn’t a negotiation disguised as tenderness.

You’ve seen it, haven’t you? That half-second pause before she lets herself soften.

That’s not shyness.

That’s her nervous system running every man who came before you through a checkpoint.

❤️‍🔥 What changes when you finally slow down…

Start before your hands do.

Start with your voice. Let it land beside her the way morning light finds a kitchen table… not arriving, just appearing.

Warm.
Unhurried.
Like it planned to stay.

Say her name. Not the way men say names when they want something.

The way someone says water after walking a long time in the heat.

Like it matters.

Like it’s the only word that makes sense right now.

And then…

Be still.

Not the pretend kind of still where you’re counting to ten in your head and calling it patience.

The real kind. The kind where your whole system stops reaching for an outcome and just… lands.

Right here. Right now. With her. In this.

Trust me…

She will feel the exact moment you stop performing presence and actually arrive.

It will register in her body before it reaches her mind. Something behind her sternum will unclench. A breath she didn’t know she was holding will finally find the floor.

And that’s when something shifts.

Not because you did anything impressive. But because you did something rare.

You stayed.

Not halfway. Not with one eye on the clock and the other on what comes next.

You gave her your full, imperfect, unhurried attention… the kind that makes time lose its grip.

🔥 The part most men get backwards…

Softness isn’t the absence of strength, brother.

It’s what strength sounds like when it’s no longer afraid of itself.

The hardest men in history still knew how to move slowly through a room when it mattered.

Still knew that what you do with your hands in the quiet moments builds more trust than anything you do in the loud ones.

She doesn’t need to be handled.
She doesn’t need to be figured out.
She doesn’t need your technique.

She needs to be held by a man whose hands remember that her body is not a destination.

It’s a conversation.

And the ones who learn to listen…

(Not for sound. For the silence between sounds. For the pause between her sentences where she hides what’s actually true.)

Those are the ones she reaches for at 3am. Not for anything. Just to feel him there. Just to touch the place where safety lives.

And when he does finally leave her side… she’s different.

Not fixed. Not rescued.

Softer. Because someone was soft first without it costing him his spine.

Braver. Because someone saw the tired corners behind her smile and didn’t look away.

Quieter inside. Because for once… she didn’t have to hold everything alone.

That’s what touch becomes when a man stops reaching and starts arriving.

Not a moment she endures.

A moment she carries.

— Eric Graham 🙏❤️‍🔥

Women… when was the last time a man’s presence landed in your body before his hands did? What did that feel like?

Men… are you arriving… or are you still just reaching?

Eric Graham