SPACE FOR SACRED WINGBEATS
Voice notes from the woman within.
“I thought I had to stay in the dark
until I could explain the light.
But the light doesn’t wait…
it arrives in song.
This is a voice note for the mother… the one who knows she’s being remade. For the one who has wings she hasn’t stretched in a while — and roots that ache from holding so much. For the woman inside the woman — the one whose voice is just beginning to rise again.”
I’ve been in a season of sacred interruption — the kind where motherhood rearranges every identity you thought you had.
It started with the phrase:
“Find your voice so you can help her find hers.”
and the realization that the “her” wasn’t my clients, or consumers, but my daughters. —or so I thought.
So I stopped performing under the pretext of profession.
Instead, I began writing. Painting. Singing.
For her?
For me.
And in came the clarity — not loud, not flashy. Just… warm. Present. Personal.
Because truth doesn’t need an audience. It needs a vessel.
Just a mother.
Midwifing what’s real.
This offering — these dispatches — will be irregular, but sincere. I’ll whisper, wonder, maybe even… sing? Sharing what I’m learning from the edge of my nest.
There won’t be conclusions. But there might be openings.
🌟 Today’s opening:
How can we bring more magic to the mundane?
🌟 Trick I’m trying:
Better bedtime stories - ones that light ME up
Like this magical Moana book (wand and all!) or the whole Nancy Tillman collection - like I knew You Could Do it! or You're All Kinds of Wonderful - especially with the free background sounds (via Novel Effects app).
May your Mother's Day 🌟 magically 🌟 meet you where you are.
Love,
Nini