04/01/2026
The ending of this wild yearā¦fijuuuā¦the year of massive expansion and transformationā¦
We held 2 life changing retreats.
We guided dozens of incredible women into becoming embodiment practitioners.
We witnessed hundreds of incredible humans remember their most sacred, embodied selves and reshape their worlds.
We expanded our family of RM teachers.
We travelled timelines and dimensions and stepped into our most abundant reality.
And this year was also wildly painful.
Painful in our unwillingness to see interdependence as the only way forward. Painful in depth of my grief⦠I have cried more this year than in any other year⦠Tears of mothers who buried their children. Tears of immigrants whose life simply holds lower value in these absurd systems. Tears of unspoken disappointment, betrayal, rageā¦. Tears of āwhy are things this wayā and tears of āeverything is as it needs to beā...Every other day, my heart would spill over its boundaries to welcome yet another current of water passing through me⦠and it that embracing of the current, I grieved some more⦠Grieved all the hope I had for our humanityā¦all the fierce belief in the greater goodā¦all the naive pureness of my heart that always chooses to see the goodness above anything else, even when it is bruised by the same missing experience yet again.
I learned to truly respect grief this year⦠Especially the part underneath it that reveals the longing⦠The quiet whispers that speak of the wishful dreamā¦
The desires of the āmeā and the āweā that are still there.
Buried under the avalanche of ice formed by disappointment, resentment and frustrations.
Because that is the only way I chose to live; in a continuous melting of rigidity⦠in a continuous returning to drops of vulnerable truthā¦
That is the Raindrop Movement wayā¦
Thank you for being a part of it, for one practice or manyā¦
It all matters.
You matter.
May we melt in that truth together this yearāØ
With fierce love,
Raindrop.
#2026