I Am Being Revealed to Myself

A Soul Truth From the Quiet Places

Last fall, I sat at a retreat tucked away in the stillness of the season—leaves loosening, light softening. I hadn’t come with a plan, only the ache of needing space. Space from the noise. Space from the narrative. Space to listen.

Somewhere between the silent mornings and shared circles, it arrived—not with thunder, but with a whisper that felt older than me:

“I am being revealed to myself.”