Walking Your Truth
It was dusk.
The light was leaving her, golden strips slowly making their way back towards the horizon.
She didn’t know where she was going, only that she couldn’t stay.
She’d always waited for permission.
But that night, something stirred — something she couldn’t quite name but instead felt like deep remembering in her bones.
A quiet whisper that said: go.
She moved as thought she somehow naturally knew the way in the dark of the forest.
She didn’t need a map.
Just the rhythm of her own steps and the soft light of the moon to remind her: she was never lost.
If you feel this story, maybe it’s because part of it is yours too.
“What truth are you ready to walk with, even if it’s not yet clear?”