29/07/2025
🌟 Soul Star Stories: The Girl Who Remembered
There was a crack in Amy Pond’s wall.
Insidious.
A tear in reality.
Something broken, something wrong.
It stole people, memories, whole lives, like her parents, and the stars in the sky.
No one believed her when she spoke of them,
about how the stars once lit the night.
So she became the girl who waited.
But more than that, she became the girl who remembered.
When the world told her she was imagining things,
she still believed.
In the Raggedy Doctor.
In the stars, even when they disappeared.
She believed in magic, when no one else could see it.
And in the end, it was her remembering that brought her Doctor back.
Her belief rewrote reality.
I’ve been thinking about Amy since David and I watched a few old episodes of Doctor Who last week, my favourite Doctor (11), and honestly some of the best TV I’ve ever seen.
That crack in Amy’s wall stayed with me.
Because lately, I’ve realised, I’ve had my own kind of crack in the wall.
It came to a head when Sunshine, my beautiful yellow crystal sound bowl, broke.
Yellow for the solar plexus chakra.
The energy centre of self-confidence and personal power.
But the crack wasn’t just in the bowl.
It mirrored the tiredness I’ve been carrying,
the silence I’ve been sitting in, and the quiet ache that something in me had been missing.
And when Sunshine shattered, just after her name came to me,
I heard it, clear as day:
"Your magic cannot be contained."
The crack became a shattering on Sunday.
I played my bowls while standing for the first time.
And I felt it.
Like a key turning in an old lock.
Like remembering something I hadn’t realised I’d forgotten.
The crack was real.
It hurt.
It took things.
But it also showed me what matters.
And just like Amy, I didn’t let go.
I held the thread.
I remembered the sound.
I stood in it.
And I let the magic come back.
To my Soul Stars,
If something in your world has cracked lately,
if you’ve lost something, or if something in you feels like it’s falling apart
just know this:
The girl who waited didn’t fix the crack by being perfect.
She healed the world by believing in what she could no longer see.
And you can too.
One of my favourite lines comes from this episode when the Doctor talks to a sleeping wee Amy:
“I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s OK: we’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?
Because it was, you know. It was the best. A daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away.”
Let’s make the best stories Soul Stars 💫
P.S, the names of my bowls came to me in the very session Sunshine cracked.
And you know what I realised?
You can’t have two Sunshines.
Lena is my only sunshine.
She makes me happy when skies are grey.
And yes, I sing it to her all the time 🥰
