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Healing Is Not Linear—It’s Rhythmic

I take what nourishes, I leave what drains. My spirit knows the difference like rivers know the rain. Indigenous practitioners, rootworkers, somatic

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I take what nourishes, I leave what drains. My spirit knows the difference like rivers know the rain.

Indigenous practitioners, rootworkers, somatic healers, and mystics teach that healing moves in cycles:

  • contraction and expansion

    A woman in a brown dress standing in a field

    Photo by Ahmad Jaafar

  • quiet and expression

  • solitude and connection

Your body, your energy, your intuition—they all carry old intelligence.
They do not respond well to being bullied into progress.

There are moments where the message of your life is:

“This hurts, and I’m not ready to do anything else yet.”
That is not failure.
That is truth.


You Don’t Have to Earn Your Right to Exist

You are allowed to be here, right now, exactly as you are.

Not striving.
Not explaining.
Not improving for anybody’s comfort.

Sometimes healing is nothing more than:

  • breathing

  • eating something warm

  • staring out a window

  • letting the day pass without performing strength

That, too, is survival.
That, too, is progress.
That, too, is holy.

That’s challenging to accept in this world, but it is true.


Closing Invitation

Rest is not a retreat from healing—it is part of healing.

You don’t have to be better today.
You don’t have to be wise today.
You don’t have to be transformed today.

Sometimes healing is simply allowing yourself to exist without apologizing for the pace of your becoming.

I take what nourishes, I leave what drains. My spirit knows the difference like rivers know the rain.

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