I thought I was going to sleep.
I set the intention, I closed my eyes, and I told myself, “Just rest, just surrender.”
But instead of drifting off, something deeper stirred.
Not fear. Not anxiety.
But a powerful vibration humming through my entire body —
as if my soul had been waiting for this exact moment to speak.
It wasn’t restlessness. It was remembrance.
I remembered that I am not just starting over —
I’m becoming the woman I prayed to be.
In that quiet dark, under the Charlotte sky,
I felt the miracle in my bones.
I felt the gratitude for everything I have overcome —
the immigration stories I carry in my blood,
the battles I fought with only my faith to guide me,
the houses I built, the risks I took, the love I gave,
and the strength that kept me moving forward
when no one saw how hard it really was.
Last night, my body buzzed with the electricity of a woman reborn.
Not into perfection — but into presence.
Into full permission to honor the journey and to feel,
with every fiber of my being,
how worthy I am of the life I’m building.
I couldn’t sleep
because something holy was anchoring in me —
The truth that I am the miracle becoming.
And that was more nourishing than any dream I could have had.
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With love & magic, 🦋♥️
Jenn SHEr The Divine Muse
