11/06/2025
The Quiet Becoming
Today, I remind myself that rebirth, growth, and transformation often begin not in motion,
but in stillness — in the pause between breaths where the body remembers how to soften.
In the moments when no one else can see or understand what is shifting within me,
I choose not to explain.
I choose to listen.
To feel the quiet hum beneath the ache — the sacred pulse of life returning.
I no longer chase understanding or validation.
I give both back to myself.
My worth no longer needs proof; it breathes in me.
I am learning to rebuild slowly,
to trust the tempo of my healing,
to honor my body’s own sacred timeline.
My tenderness is not weakness —
it is proof that I am alive, awake, becoming.
I do not want to simply survive.
I want to live in rhythm with my breath,
to move with the grace of one who has come home to their own bones.
Somatic Invitation:
Place one hand on your heart and one on your belly.
Inhale gently through your nose, exhale with a soft sigh on sound.
Feel the space that opens between your hands.
Whisper:
I am safe to begin again. My body knows the way.
