I Am Returning to Something True

There are moments when the path forward doesn’t feel like a grand leap or a brand new chapter.

Instead, it feels like a quiet remembering.
A soft turning inward.
A return.

I am returning to something true.

This Soul Truth lives in the quiet reunion between soul and self—
in the wordless recognition that something sacred has been here all along,
waiting for your arrival.

It’s not about reinvention or starting over.
It’s about reweaving. Reclaiming. Reconnecting.

You may not have known how tightly you were holding your breath until it finally released.
You may not have realized how long you’d been searching until you touched something that felt like home.
You may not have had the words, but you’ve always known the feeling.

This is the deep yes that hums beneath your longing.

A subtle but powerful truth:
You are not beginning from scratch.

You’re coming home to what you already know.
To what was true before the noise, before the doubt, before the detours.

Even in the wandering, even in the forgetting—
your soul has not strayed.

There is a thread, ancient and unbreakable,
that has always connected you to what matters most.
To your voice.
To your knowing.
To the essence of who you are.

This return may feel quiet, almost imperceptible from the outside—
but inside, it echoes like a sacred remembering.

Let that be enough today.

No need to rush.
No need to prove.
No need to grasp.

Just notice the soft stirrings.
The familiar feeling.
The tender welcome of your own soul whispering—

Welcome back.
You never truly left.

REFLECTIVE WRITING PROMPT:

There is a truth in you older than your years, older than the world’s noise — a home you have never truly left.
When have you felt yourself moving toward that deep homecoming?
Write about the moments, large or small, when you recognized your own true ground.

Soul Truth

I am returning to something true.

This truth lives in the quiet reunion between soul and self—
in the wordless recognition that something sacred
has been here all along,
waiting for your arrival.

It is:
The soft reweaving of a thread you thought was lost
The breath you didn’t know you were holding, released
The deep yes that hums beneath your longing

It reminds us:
You are not beginning from scratch.
You are coming home to what you already know.
What’s true for you has never left—it’s been waiting for you to remember.

I’d love to hear what truth you might be returning to.
If this Soul Truth resonates—“I am returning to something true”—feel free to share what it brings up for you in the comments. A word, a feeling, a small moment of recognition. Your story, as it is, is welcome here.

P.S. If you’d rather listen than read today, I shared this reflection on podcast, Soul Truths.
You can listen here.

Just me, reading aloud from the page, offering it in my own voice.