The Why

If it were up to the part of me that clings to comfort,
I’d remain nestled in my cocoon -
tucked away on an island in the middle of the Pacific,
where I’ve spent the last seven years
living close to the land,
far from the noise.

I would hide.
And never emerge.

But that’s not the path my soul chose.

I’ve known this for a long time.
And if you’ve ever denied your soul’s call -
the deeper knowing, the quiet pull -
you know the cost.
It’s not just discomfort.
It’s an ache that seeps into your bones.
A slow erosion of vitality,
a haunting sense that life is happening without you.

There’s a tension that lives inside -
between the part that craves safety,
and the part that remembers
what it came here to do.

I don’t share for performance.
I share because something sacred insists I do.
Because when Spirit moves,
I’ve learned to listen.

I share for the one who feels alone -
who senses she’s awakening,
but doesn’t know who to talk to.

I share for the woman who has shape-shifted to belong,
who performs the roles she was handed,
yet still hears the whisper:
This isn’t it

I share for the one who longs to be seen
beneath the masks -
but carries a deep fear
of being mocked, misunderstood, or cast aside.

I share for her.
To remind her she’s not alone.
That I see her.
That I am her.

One of my beloved teachers,
Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés,
often speaks of how she kept going -
despite countless rejections for her manuscript -
because she kept hearing the voice of the “lone soul.”

This was her North Star.

Her book, Women Who Run with the Wolves,
is now an international bestseller -
translated into 37 languages,
a torchlight for millions around the world.

Her community, the Sacred Heart Tribe,
has been a sanctuary I’ve had the deep privilege of being part of -
a place where stories become medicine
and soul finds home.

This is how we find each other:
in the spaces between words,
and the courage it takes to speak them.