Threshold of the Listening Soul

Threshold of the Listening Soul

There are moments in a life where everything reshuffles, like a great celestial breath exhaling across the landscape of one's becoming. I find myself here now, at such a threshold. A place where the constellations of my old blueprints meet the clear eyes of my newly chosen timelines. Where patterns that once ran deep and silent now shimmer in full view, met with the dignity of awareness.

It’s the story of a body and soul that chose to remain, through fire, through tenderness, through ache and awe alike. I carry so much gratitude for every step. For the companions, teachers, lovers, mirrors, shadows, and illuminations that shaped this skin and this stance. I hold each encounter like a wildflower pressed into the pages of my own love story, unfolding still.

The transits have been exacting. They’ve asked for nothing less than everything. And yet, all along, there’s been a deeper heartbeat keeping me steady: love. Love that doesn’t flinch when the light shifts. Love that doesn’t require answers, only presence. Love that remembers.

This is a moment of accountability kissed by grace. A new season anchored in the fullness of feeling, the maturity of soul, the eros of growth. Thank you, life. I am listening. I am choosing. I am here.