I started writing this first post from bed, cocooned in a blanket, unsure if I had the capacity for the metamorphosis I felt was already underway. Holding my phone, I would type a few words, then squeeze my eyes shut and pull the blanket tighter around me. I had to keep taking deep breaths as my body vibrated with the shimmering aliveness and quivering uncertainty that often arise in the wake of inspiration.
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Something is stirring.
A new vision for how I want to show up for myself.
And how I want to show up in the world.
That vision revealed its name recently: Unfurlia.
It came to me like a soft summons…
calling me back to a place I’d forgotten –
but always carried with me.
It had just been buried under the protective structures of surviving and striving.
This remembering wasn’t a sudden illumination.
It came in flickers –
through pain, persistence, and the most extravagant kind of grace.
I’d devoted my life to deep emotional work – digging through endless layers of pain, tending old wounds, always feeling one breakthrough away from finally being free. I was driven by a compulsive desire to get this healing thing “right.” And still, a part of me believed I was never quite doing enough – to earn my freedom, let alone claim my place in the great Mystery of All That IS.
Then one day, something shifted.
I realized that even healing had become another project to perfect. Another way to push myself. And underneath that perfectionism was an exhausted child who didn’t need fixing.
She needed Comfort. Rest. Play.
Unfurlia is first for her.
It’s the inner sanctuary she needs to feel safe enough to fully relax –
and stop trying. So. Damn. Hard.
What began as a refuge is becoming a rhythm.
Eventually, I hope it will expand into a radiant offering – rooted in healing, creativity, and soul nourishment – for other tenderhearted seekers longing for a way of life that values presence over pressure.
For now, this blog – and the world it begins to sketch – is an offering for those who are also feeling the pull to return to their own quiet center.
I’ll be sharing my own messy magic of becoming –
heart open, wings unfolding,
speaking to what’s real while I rise.
We don’t have to do this alone.
Let’s unfurl, together.