Coming Home to Yourself

A Remembering Beneath the Noise.

There are moments in life when the world feels impossibly loud.So many expectations. So much doing. So many roles we play.

And in the middle of it all, we can forget the sound of our own breath. The rhythm of our own heart. The truth of who we are beneath the layers we’ve learned to wear.

I found myself there not long ago — stretched thin between responsibilities and other people’s needs. My body was moving, but my spirit felt far away. Until one morning, without a plan, I turned inward. No phone. No noise. Just me, bare feet pressed into the earth, palms open, eyes closed. And for the first time in a long time… I heard myself.

That’s the moment I knew

Coming home to yourself isn’t a grand arrival. It’s a quiet return. A gentle remembering of all that you are and have always been.