My Becoming

Yesterday, I didn’t do the things I thought I should. And I had a lot to do.

I have chronic migraines and normally I feel some kind of pain, but this day it started as a whisper, but swiftly became raging.

Of course, as I usually do, I tried to push it, force it. But my migraine screamed back at me, “NOT TODAY!”. And in the middle of folding laundry, I had to just lay down. The floor beckoned me. Right in the middle of all that, my granddaughter came and laid down next to me. She met me right where I was. I thought, I don’t think anyone’s done that and how sweet that it was of my little grandbaby.

Blessings I tell you, they will meet you on the floor.

I knew I had to hold my space, to be still, and to listen.

And so I did.

No guilt. No hustle. Just trust.

Today, I woke up lighter.

I did everything I had set aside—

and more—

in less time than I imagined possible.

Funny, isn’t it?

When we stop forcing ourselves to push through,

and start honoring what we truly need…

everything rearranges around that choice.

Grace shows up. Energy returns. Doors open.

I’m learning that being Rewoven doesn’t mean doing more.

It means becoming more myself.

It means slowing down enough to feel the thread of what’s true.

It means listening. Trusting. Becoming.

This is what I want to share.

Not a program.

Not a formula.

But a way of being that feels like home in your own skin.

And if this speaks to something in you…

then maybe you’re becoming, too.

And maybe we’re meant to do it together.

Journal Prompt: Becoming

What does “becoming” mean to me in this season of life?

When I pause and listen,

what part of me is quietly asking to be seen, accepted, or softened into?

Let the words come like a slow unfolding—no pressure, no perfection. Just presence.

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