04/20/2025
This moment is my sanctuary. Iâm cradling a warm mug of coffeeâcreamy, grounding, held in my favorite âStay Wild Childâ cup that feels like a little love note to my soul. A gentle reminder. The table is a mosaic of colors and symbolsâŚâŚ..a sacred altar in disguise. On it, my mala rests: soft, earth-toned beads of Eudialyte and Rhodochrosite wrapped in with pink and olive ribbons, quietly humming with intention as I work through my morning meditation.
Each morning, I use this mala as part of my ritualâstringing my breath through each bead like a prayer, a whisper, a promise to return to myself. With every count, I let go of yesterday, clear the static, and invite in clarity, presence, and peace. Itâs not just meditationâitâs magic. Itâs anchoring. Itâs remembering who I am before the world tries to tell me otherwise. And latelyâŚ.it sure has been fu***ng trying.
The marigolds blooming from the little Buddha planter beside me feel like a quiet blessingâbright, fiery messengers of joy and resilience. Around me, the garden is alive with color and quiet strength. This is where I begin again. This is how I rise. You can do hard things. Find peace in the tiniest of places and moments. I believe in you. So should you.
