Turning Inward

There’s something sacred in the act of turning away — not from life, but from the noise of it. The expectations, the constant exposure, the need to be seen and understood by the outside world.

We’re not meant to live wide open all the time. There are seasons where we are called to turn inward. To soften. To become quiet. To let our backs face the world while we tend to the gardens growing within.

Lately, I’ve felt that pull — not to disappear, but to rest. To draw the curtain, even for a moment, and sit with the parts of me that no one else sees. Not to fix them. Not to label them. Just to be with them.

There’s power in stillness. In not performing. In asking nothing of ourselves but breath and truth. When we stop trying to be understood, we make space to actually hear ourselves again.

This is the beginning of return. Of becoming Wylde again.