This Thanksgiving didn’t look traditional.
It didn’t look perfect.
It looked real.
And that made it holy.
My daughter and I sat across from each other at New South Kitchen & Bar, a cozy southern spot with warm lights and comfort-food energy. And something shifted in us that night — something soft, honest, and deeply healing.
We talked about dreams, about visiting California, about her sisters, about Guatemala, about the future. And instead of tension or worry, everything flowed. Even when her soda spilled across the table, it didn’t disrupt anything. Our peace didn’t crack.
But the moment I’ll never forget was when I taught her about manifestation — and more importantly — when she realized she’s already a manifester.
I asked her:
“Have you ever wanted something so much that you felt it… and then it came true?”
She said yes. Her eyebrow piercing.
And in that moment, I told her:
“That’s manifestation. That feeling is alignment.”
The light in her eyes told me she understood.
She wasn’t powerless.
She wasn’t lost.
She wasn’t waiting for life to happen to her.
She was already co-creating with the universe — she just didn’t know the name for it.
This Thanksgiving was more than a holiday.
It was a turning point.
A night where the past loosened its grip and the future became soft and possible again.
A night where I watched my daughter awaken to her own magic — and I felt grateful beyond words.
— Jenn Sher • The Divine Muse🦋
