There is a rhythm to becoming—one that does not rush, one that cannot be forced. It moves through shadow, glimmers, thresholds, and light, carrying us deeper into ourselves with every step.

This is what I call The Soulful Journey.

The Soulful Journey wasn’t something I dreamed up at a desk—it was something that rose up to meet me when I needed it most.

I was standing in a season of questions. A season of shadow, of uncertainty, of searching for words that didn’t yet exist. I longed for a way to make sense of the silence, to find meaning in the waiting, to see beauty even in the ache.