It’s early, and I’m outside with my coffee, doing what’s become my little morning ritual—just sitting, breathing, thinking. The birds are especially chatty today, foraging like they’ve got somewhere to be. Out on the road, people are already hustling to jobs and appointments. But here, in this quiet pocket of the day, I’m letting myself pause.
Inside, the little girl in me is jumping up and down with excitement—because today, I take my first steps on this blogging adventure. It’s inspired by the women in my life who’ve generously shared their stories with me. The matriarch in me is equally present, steady and full of purpose, longing to leave behind a legacy of freedom for those who will come after me.
Recently, a dear friend asked me about a new online community I joined—one that explores spiritual paths that, for much of my life, were considered off-limits. In the world I grew up in, anything outside a very specific version of faith was often met with fear, judgment, or outright rejection.
So how did I go from being an ultra-conservative Christian to a woman who continues to explore the unknown edges of her spirituality? The answer isn’t complicated, but it is layered. My belief system, worldview, and relationship to the sacred have all been stretched, tested, and reimagined. And because I’ve always been up for a challenge, I’ve welcomed this one as part of my healing.
My hope in sharing my story is that you will laugh with me, cry with me, heal with me, share with me, and accept me as I accept you.
Here’s to the soft starts, the brave shifts, and the stories we carry.