31/12/2025
Tomorrow is 1.1.1
Today my heart bows in gratitude.
I am so Grateful for the sacred boreh spice bath ritual that I chose to end the year with for the way the earth, the herbs, the water and prayer held me as I softened, released, and remembered. A ritual of cleansing, devotion, and deep listening.
Grateful for the lessons especially the ones that arrived disguised as discomfort, friction, and pause. The lessons that asked me to slow down, feel more honestly, and meet myself without armour.
Grateful for the people who crossed my path and showed me something about myself. The mirrors I didn’t always want, yet deeply needed. The reflections that revealed both my light and my edges.
Grateful for my shadow being reflected back to me not as something to fix or exile, but as something to understand, integrate, and love more deeply.
Grateful for the intuitive guidance of the Divine. For the quiet whispers, the inner nudges, the moments of surrender when I didn’t know the way, yet trusted I was being guided.
Grateful beyond words for Bali, for the Balinese people, and for the living culture that cracks my heart open every single day. For the devotion woven into daily life, the offerings placed with such care, the prayers, the ceremonies, the humility, and the deep reverence for the seen and unseen. This land continues to soften me, teach me, and bring me home to what truly matters.
Grateful for the incredible women who sat in sacred circle with me. For your vulnerability, your courage, your truth, and your willingness to remember together. You have touched my heart more than words can hold.
Grateful for humility for being brought to my knees in the most tender ways. For remembering that growth is not about arriving, but about staying open.
Grateful to be shown, even in this year of completion, that there are still unhealed wounds I carry forward. Not as failures, but as invitations. Proof that this journey is alive, honest, and ongoing.
Grateful for progress, not perfection. For choosing compassion over self-judgement. For honouring how far I’ve come without demanding that I be “finished.”
As this year closes, I release the need to rush, to prove, to bypass.
I carry forward only what is true, what is tender, and what is aligned.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to this year, to this land, to every lesson, every prayer, every blessing, every friend every family member I hold in my heart and to the becoming and remembering that continues.
Love and blessings dear humans.
Tamara