A JOURNEY HOME

I believe there is a soft whisper inside each of us.

A longing not for more, but for return.

Not for becoming, but for remembering.

We came here whole

Wrapped in the knowing that we are love.

Carried in bythe Divine, nurtured in trust.

And then… life happened. STarting at conception.

We were shaped, carved, sometimes cracked.

We forgot our own truest names

We learned to dim our light so others could shine. We dimmed our light to be safe.

We quieted our truth to belong.

and started to search for home in places that never truly held us.

But Love never left.

It waited for us to remember.

Waited patiently behind every moment of stillness.

It lingered in your tears, the sacred melting water off all that we had to freeze in.

I believe the journey is not about fixing what is broken.

It is about coming home to what was never lost, but hidden deep within us.

Peeling away the stories, unlearning the shame, and laying down the weight that was never yours to carry.

And from that place...raw, real, and naked... you meet yourself again.

You remember.

You remember you are a child of Mother Earth and the Universe.

You remember the Divine lives in your bones,

in your breath,

in your belly,

in your wildness,

in your softness,

in your roar,

in you laughter,

in your sensuality,

in your kindness,

in your forgiveness,

in your patience,

in your compassion,

in you care...

You were never too much.

You were never not enough.

You were, and are, love in motion.

Love remembering herself.

And when you remember yourself as love,

you start seeing others that way too. Even the ones that a really making it challenging to see it.

Their walls and wars become unhealed wounds.

Their anger, grief.

Their silence, protection.

And instead of closing, you open.

Instead of defending, invite

You begin to love, not just to be loved , but because it is your nature.

Because love is what you are made of.

I deeply believe that his is the journey back.

Not up, not out, but in.

Through the body, through the breath, through the remembering.

So come.

Come as you are.

COme tired, come radiant, come cracked open, come quietly, come roaring, come angry, come hopeful, come scared, come sceptic, come aching, come friendly....

But come. Come to where you feel you need to go.

You are not broken.

You are being called back

to who you already are.

We are all on this journey. Let's help each other remember.

Love, Margo