I’m Still Dreaming, Even When It Hurts

Some days, the vision glows. Other days, it feels like I'm trying to breathe life into something that no one sees but me. And that hurts more than I want to admit.

The Honest Part Let me tell you the truth: This is hard.

Birthing something sacred... a temple, a brand, a body of work that actually means something... it takes everything.

And some days, it feels like I'm doing all this in the dark. Whispering into the void. Weaving offerings out of breath, blood, and belief, and wondering if they'll land. If they matter. If I do.

The Vision That Won't Let Me Go

And yet... even in the ache, I still see it. The dream.

Not as a perfect success story. But as a living place where softness is sacred, shadow is welcome, and ritual is a way back to yourself.

I see people sitting in cricle. I see oil in their palms, the smoke in the air, the tears that come without shame. I see hands on hearts, I see altars lit with intention.

I see a life where my work is the offering. Where I get to live in devotion and be supported by it.

That's the dream and it's still alive. Even on the days I don't believe I am. What I Know Maybe you're building something too. Maybe you're trying to stay devoted to yourself. Maybe you're walking through the fog, holding a tiny threat of light, hoping it leads somewhere.

This is my whisper to you: "You are not behind. You are not broken. You are in it and in it is sacred too."

What Comes Next The Vault is opening more slowly than I planned. BEcause I want to do it right. With heart. With realness.

The next cacao ceremony (July 30) is my next heartbeat. A moment to return, to remember, to hold the inner child who still dreams even when the world forgets. Until there, I am here. Still dreaming. Still doubting. Still trying. And maybe that is enough for now.

If You're Still Reading… Thank you for being here. For witnessing this. For being part of the dream just but showing up. What are you still dreaming of, even when it hurts? Tell me... or tell the flame... it listens.