I’d choose to relive this year again because I had my little girl. I switched paths out from darkness into love, and that shift held a near death experience when she was born. Leaving behind a toxic dynamic was another initiation. Both were the most difficult ordeals of my life, yet everything turned out for the best.
I wouldn’t necessarily try to make dreams come true, just undo the bondage as best I could and restore choice.
I allow myself to hold space for my mind to change with grace. To bear witness. To let go. To embrace. To bend. To grow.
Hope is what has always survived in me—spinning dark threads into light, guiding me forward.
Clarity struck like lightning, ozone sizzled with potential. I shifted to receive—and learned I am possible in every way.
I want to live in a way that shares my gratitude for my ancestors and the legacy they gave me. To honor them is to have guts, be bold, and dare to be both soft and strong.
A little more of what matters most.
Learning my family’s needs and tending to their hearts, being all in, is everything to me.
My family brings tears of joy to my eyes. Witnessing God in others. Miracles. Answered prayers. A good love story.
You fill me to overflowing with love and grounded inspirations of the heart.
Jasmine on the Grave 