Meditation at 1212

My home is slowly becoming my sanctuary, and I hold this feeling close—it’s sacred. But it’s not just the walls or the space; it’s me. I’ve changed. Grown in ways no one else could see, layer by layer, moment by moment. Every lesson etched itself into my spirit, reshaping me. The long-standing bonds, the fleeting encounters—they’ve all left something behind, a truth, a mirror, a spark. And here I am now—settled, radiant, whole. I feel joy. I feel peace. I am proud of the woman I've become. Proud of the mother I am. And proud of how far I’ve come to be this version of me.

I love sitting beneath the shelter of my back gazebo when the rain begins to fall. There’s something in the rhythm of it that speaks directly to me—a quiet invitation to let go. I’ve come to see those moments as sacred, my own form of meditation. But my meditations aren’t structured or still—they shift, they breathe, they follow the weather of my heart.

Life has grown softer since I started releasing the grip I once held so tightly, especially over my desires… love, longing, control. I’m learning to trust the current. To let my spirit choose its path in each moment.

When I sit and listen, I ask: Have I felt joy this week? Grief? Frustration? Too much? Too little? Whatever rises guides my way forward. My practice is not discipline—it’s devotion to whatever calls my heart, my mind, my body into presence.

Sometimes, the rain leads me outside to write beneath the open sky in my gazebo—like now, pen in hand, heart wide open. Other times, it beckons me to sit in silence, breathe deep in rhythm with the falling drops, or let my body move, stretch, sway, even stand drenched in its grace. Each path is different, but the destination remains: peace. I've done them all.  

I’ve come to see that healing isn’t bound by repetition or form—it lives in listening. In sensing when nature taps gently at your spirit and whispers, now. Healing is the moment you choose to respond. Whether the offering is revelation or affirmation, stillness or motion, it’s a quiet ascent toward your higher self. And for that, your meditation is a success.