THE EXPRESSION

I want to ask you a sincere question, and I hope you’ll answer it truthfully: Do you really spend time with yourself? I don’t mean watching movies alone. I don’t mean scrolling through your phone when no one is around. I mean real time. Quiet time. Just you sitting with you . Do you ever sit alone and simply listen to the thoughts running through your mind? The loud ones. The quiet ones. The confusing ones that you wish would stop. Do you ever sit still and notice the silent battles going on in your head? Have you ever had those moments when you feel like screaming, not because you're angry, but because you’re overwhelmed, yet, you keep it all in? Because if you let it out, people might think something is wrong with you? You’re not alone. Many of us feel this way. But not many people talk about it. Sometimes, you need to come out from the crowd. Walk away from the noise. Step aside from the pressure to always be available, busy, or perfect. Just leave it all. Go somewhere qu...

  When you hear the word seasons , what comes to your mind? Winter? Summer? The cold days when you wrap up in thick clothes? The hot ones when the sun doesn’t seem to go away? But seasons are more than weather. They are the different phases of life. The slow days. The fast ones. The hard parts. The healing parts. The moments when things fall apart and the ones when everything begins to make sense again. A season can be quiet, like when nothing seems to be happening, yet everything inside you is changing. It can also be noisy, when life is moving quickly and you're just trying to catch up. Sometimes, it’s planting; doing the hard, hidden work.  Other times, it’s watering, nurturing what you’ve started. And then there are seasons of harvest, when what you’ve waited for finally starts to show. But let’s be honest. Not all seasons feel good. Some are uncomfortable. Some feel like loss. Like waiting.  Like walking in the dark and not knowing when the light will come. You k...

  Dear August, It’s a fresh page. A new breath. A quiet turning of the calendar that feels anything but ordinary. I step into you with awareness, not rushing, not dragging my feet, just arriving ... fully present. I come in bold. I come in whole. No pretence. No pressure. I don’t want to just pass through this month; I want to live through it  intentionally, truthfully, and joyfully. Because if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that time doesn’t always wait. So I will not waste this space. I will not delay my becoming. I affirm that: My words will work. They will open doors, stir hearts, and leave fingerprints on moments that matter. My light will shine. Even in rooms I never thought I’d enter, I will not dim. I will not apologise for brilliance born of grace. My consistency will speak. Even when no one claps, I will continue to show up. Loud or quiet, or seen or unseen; it counts. My voice will bless. It’s not just noise; it’s nectar to those who need...