What if I started listening—really listening—to every intuitive pain, every quiet nudge, every creative pull?

The small soul whispers I often ignore.

It makes me nervous.

My knees shake.

It feels risky.

What about stability?

Will someone catch me if I fall?

Can I trust that things will work out?

But maybe that’s not the point.

Maybe it’s just about taking the next visible step.

Let go of needing to know the whole plan.

Let go of needing to feel ready.

What’s one small move I can make today?

A sip of tea.

A walk in the sun.

Sending a text.

Letting someone check in.

Or asking for support.

These small things bring me back.

Back to my body. Back to life.

And I remember—I’m still here.

Which means there’s still a chance to shift, create, and begin again.

Maybe the discomfort is just redirection.

Maybe the fear means I’m moving toward something real.

It’s okay not to know the full path.

It’s okay to take up space anyway.

To be fully human.

To feel deeply and move forward slowly.

To trust in the unfolding.

All I need is the next step.

And to take it.

Everyday Presence

The sacred isn’t separate from the everyday.

It lives in ordinary moments—if I choose to notice.

Waking up

Twenty-four new hours.

An invitation to begin again.

Brushing your teeth

Brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth

I vow to speak purely and lovingly.

When my mouth is fragrant with right speech

A flower blooms in the garden of my heart.

Walking

The mind can go in a thousand directions.

But on this beautiful path, I walk in peace.

With each step, a gentle wind blows.

With each step, a flower blooms.

A gentle rhythm.

Each step grounding me here.

One at a time.

Drinking tea

Warmth in my hands.

Nothing to do but be here.

And take a sip

Taste the sweetness

Or the bitterness of the herbs

What does it help with?

Feeling as the drops of tea run down my inside

Talking to someone

May my words bring clarity.

Connection.

Learning together.

Reflecting.

Mirroring

Talking on the telephone

Words can travel thousands of miles.

May my words create mutual understanding and love.

May they be as beautiful as gems

As lovely as flowers.

Driving

Moving with intention.

Not rushing.

Knowing I will get home soon.

Knowing what is in my control and what is not.

Washing dishes

Simple.

Quiet.

Focused on the sound of the water

Its texture

Warmth.

Stillness inside.

When everything feels uncertain, come back to what’s here.

One step. One breath. One small act of presence.

You don’t need to know it all.

You just need to know what matters right now.

And that’s enough.