05/19/2026
Lately, I’ve been reflecting on the difference between being guarded and being soft.
Sometimes we learn to protect ourselves so deeply that we forget what it feels like to simply rest, trust, and receive love without fear.
Sunday, I attended a cacao ceremony, and it felt like something quietly shifted within me. Not in a dramatic way… just a gentle remembering.
It made me ask myself:
Where in my life do I feel softness?
Where do I still feel guarded?
Where have old fears, old wounds, or old patterns convinced me that staying closed off is safer than staying open?
Healing feels less like becoming someone new and more like returning to yourself with compassion.
So lately, I’ve been choosing softness where I can. Discernment too. But also grace for the parts of me still learning how to feel safe enough to open.