There have been the countless inner discoveries and rediscoveries. Wandering into deep reflection. Fishing for ideas. Asking brave and beautiful questions. Asking random and silly questions. Repeating mantras. Repeating that which brings joy, truthful joy. Building rituals. Practicing rituals through repetition, practicing memory, honouring my own values and promises through each small act. Taking tiny steps. All these moments that have blessed me with much deeper peace and contentment than I have felt in a long time.

The growth isn’t linear. There are good days and bad days and a call for immense patience with oneself to keep at it.

But trust. Remind myself. Write things down. Remember. It’s okay to forget, it’s a practice. Review, repeat, re-practice. Keep at it. Trust in the rhythm of each moment. Dear dear.

It’s stunning when we look back, retrace the steps, dig through the unprocessed photos - especially those unflattering candid ones. To rediscover what we thought we have forgotten, and to experience that exhiliration of being there again, as if for the first time yet with an out-of-body curious perspective, remembering, hey - I was there, I was with these incredible people, or trees, or tastes, sounds, smells, warmth of sunlight, chill of winter wind, silence of the snow, laughter, solitude, tears, wanderings, bites, feasts, small moments, xD faces again and again.

I have told this story to some before, but it’s important to retell.