A love letter. (from me)
Because it was always you.
My dearest,
Over the past few weeks, many of you have written to me.
I've read every letter slowly.
Some have made me smile.
Some have brought tears to my eyes.
Many of them have carried the very same question.
"Is it too late for me?"
My love...
I don't believe it's ever too late to come home to yourself.
I've heard from women who have spent decades caring for everyone but themselves.
Women who have forgotten what brings them joy.
Women who can't remember the last time they felt truly beautiful.
Not because beauty left them.
Because life became so very loud.
What has touched me most isn't the pain you've shared.
It's your courage.
The quiet courage it takes to tell the truth.
To write the words,
"I miss myself."
Perhaps that's all remembering ever begins with.
Not certainty.
Not confidence.
Just one honest sentence.
If you've been reading these letters quietly...
If you've found yourself opening them and thinking,
"She's writing about me..."
I want you to know that I see you.
Whether you join Sacred Rebellion or not...
please don't stop listening to the voice that's been calling you home.
She has waited for you with extraordinary patience.
She isn't going anywhere.
And if, after sitting with these letters, after listening to your own heart...
you know this season is asking something different of you...
I'd be honored to walk beside you.
There are still a few places in Sacred Rebellion.
No countdown.
No pressure.
Just an open invitation.
If you're ready, simply write to me.
We'll begin there.
With love,
Natalie
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