🌱The Healing Found in an Ordinary Walk🌱

✨ It’s been awhile since I sat down to write.✨

Life has a way of doing that sometimes. It asks us to put down the things we love while we focus on simply making it through the day.

The last year has been one of healing, waiting, learning, and trusting. Some days (alot of days) felt heavy, while others felt hopeful. Most days were a little bit of both.

For awhile, writing took a back seat.

But today, I found myself opening my laptop with a bright bowl of peach coconut yogurt, fresh peaches and passion fruit granola with an iced matcha on the side and a desire to reconnect with this little corner of the internet that has always felt like a piece of home.

So consider this my gentle return.

Not with a grand announcement about anything inpaticular.

Not with a perfectly laid out plan.

Just with a simple story about my morning walk. ❤️

This morning, I went for a walk in the park behind my house. Not a fitness walk or a walk to “close my rings” (i’m not there yet) Just a walk. The kind where you notice things.

A tiny rabbit sitting quietly nibbling on the brush, noticing me noticing him and staying long enough for me to capture a picture.

Pink flowers blooming beside a busy neighborhood street completely unconcerned with whether anyone stopped to admire them.

A dandilion caught between blooming and letting go.

As I stood there taking pictures, I realized something about myself.

For so much of the last year, my attention has been focused on appointments, treatments, scans, medications, healing, and recovery. Necessary things. Important things.

But somewhere along the way, I forgot how much joy there is simply paying attention.

🌼The art of noticing🌼

This morning reminded me that healing doesn’t always arrive in the big moments.

Sometimes healing looks like a quiet walk.

Sometimes it looks like noticing a rabbit.

Sometimes it looks like stopping to admire a flower that has been blooming there all along.

And sometimes healing looks like finding your way back to the things that make you feel most like yourself.

For me, one of those things is writing.

So today i’m returning to this space with gratitude in my heart and sunshine on my face.

Grateful for the hard days that taught me resilience.

Grateful for the good days that remind me to hope.

Grateful for gentle walks, wildflowers, tiny rabbits, and all the little moments that whisper, “You’re still here”

Alhamdulillah for it all.

And if you’re reading this, welcome back.

I’m glad we are here. 💛