Sometimes, fear disguises itself as certainty. But when we soften, pause, and choose curiosity over judgment, we open the door for love to guide us. This reflection from a recent homesteading conference reminded me how healing begins within.

Ever find yourself awake at 3 a.m., heart racing over something that seemed small just hours before? What if those restless nights are invitations — to pause, to listen, and to surrender to what’s unfolding?

Every October, the veil feels thinner — and so does the barrier between who we’ve been told to be and who we truly are. This is the season of remembering. The season of witches. The season of you.

A reminder that every breath, every thought, is freedom.

The Unease of Darkness, The Ebb and Flow of Womanhood, The Call to Grace.