03/06/2026
There are few people who can hold their childhood in their hands and treasure the memories they carry.
Some of us struggle to remember the good parts of growing up… or the small things that helped us survive the truly hard ones.
Last week I had a beautiful client who shared that she once loved a doll very much. It had been her special friend during a time when she had no one else.
So I searched… and I found one.
A simple reminder she could keep nearby — a quiet companion for the hard days.
Raggedy Ann holds memories for me too, so gifting this felt like something I was gently pulled to do.
But the story didn’t end there.
The owl you see next to it?
I didn’t order it.
I didn’t pay for it.
It simply arrived in the box, wrapped carefully, sent by the same seller.
For me, owls are gifts from the other side.
They remind me that wisdom often arrives softly… and with grace. They remind me that even when life feels quiet and uncertain — when I question my purpose or wonder if I’m doing enough — there is something larger unfolding.
My owls have been speaking lately.
And if I’m honest, I’ve been so distracted by worry and doubt that I forgot to listen.
Today was a gentle, but firm reminder:
My light still shines in the dark.
It’s not about pushing harder or forcing myself into spaces that don’t truly fit.
It’s about breathing.
About being present.
About simply being who I am.
I’m not fancy.
I’m not polished or perfect.
I struggle.
I don’t have life figured out.
Truthfully, I’m still waiting to see what I’ll be when I grow up.
Some days I have to remind the little girl inside me that she matters. That she is worthy of love. That it’s okay for her to feel hurt — and even a little angry.
Healing doesn’t erase those feelings.
But I also know this:
I will never stop healing myself or the generations that came before me.
And I am learning that sometimes the most powerful thing we can do…
is allow ourselves to rest.
I hope that you can find the space in your own life that you can rest, remember and breathe.
With great love and respect
Becki Fotion Lund