11/24/2025
It’s interesting how even a man of 60 still finds himself doing this kind of inner work. And honestly, I believe it’s important for people to know their holistic practitioner is doing the same work they’re inviting others to do. Healing isn’t something I simply teach; it’s something I live.
These past couple of months have stretched me, softened me, and steadied me in ways I didn’t expect. Letting go carries its ache, yet it also carries strength when a man chooses to stand true in himself.
I’ve been sitting with all of it — the gratitude, the lessons, the readiness — and felt led to put those reflections into words.
Here is what rose up:
There comes a season in a man’s life
when the heart loosens its grip on what might have been
and the body finally exhales the past it carried too long.
The ache doesn’t disappear; it softens,
becoming a quiet reminder
of how deeply he once longed to be seen.
Then something shifts.
He stands a little taller in his own skin,
the ground steadier beneath his feet,
the future no longer a place of fear
but a horizon he can walk toward with open hands.
What once felt like loss
begins to feel like release.
What once felt like yearning
becomes a quiet sense of readiness.
This is the art of letting go,
not forgetting,
but reclaiming the man who was always there beneath the story.
And as he steps forward,
he moves not from the echo of his wounds
but from the truth rising in his chest.
He is standing.
He is steady.
He is here.
