Hello lovely,
I wanted to drop into your inbox with a little update as we come to the close of the first mini-series in this journal.
The last piece I shared — The Moments I Chose Myself — felt like a natural pause. A closing. And to be completely honest, I don’t yet know what comes after this.
That might sound strange, but I’m learning to honor that this work isn’t linear. It doesn’t move in tidy steps or polished plans. Instead, it circles back. It weaves. It reveals itself slowly, piece by piece.
So far, I’ve shared five pieces in this series. They’ve spoken mostly to what I’ve come to see in myself through the lens of reconnection — reflections on the places I’ve been, the ways I’ve grown and the ache I’ve carried. What I haven’t yet shared is more of the experience itself: the mirrors that came up for me in that reconnection and how they shaped the next layer of my journey. I sense that will come — but I’m not rushing it.
For now, what feels most alive is tending to the “back-end” pieces of this vision. The quiet foundations that will hold what’s next. Things are becoming clearer the more I step forward and I want to be transparent about that process too — the in-between, the building, the behind-the-scenes.
Which means there might be a little space here before you hear from me again. I’m stepping back from work for the school holidays, and then I’ll be heading to a retreat in Bali (which I am so excited about). Both feel like invitations into the void — my own fertile pause. And I trust that what emerges on the other side will be something worth sharing.
So if things go quiet for a while, know it’s just me listening. Gestating. Letting the next chapter take shape.
Thank you, as always, for being here. For witnessing these small beginnings with me.
With love,
Rhi x