Lurking Beneath the Surface

I’m learning that inspiration isn’t linear — it comes in waves, surfacing when it’s ready.

As I continue this excavation, unexpected things keep rising to the surface. Memories, beliefs, quiet resignations — things I thought I’d buried for good. What’s striking is how much of our inner life we learn to numb. And the cost of that numbing is high: we stop feeling, and in some ways, we stop living.

I tend to process out loud — through questions, through dialogue. I’ll notice something in myself or in others, and before I know it, I’m crowdsourcing understanding. Lately, the conversation that keeps circling back is this: how many of us — especially women — quietly trade vitality for peace?

We make small, unconscious choices to dim parts of ourselves in the name of harmony, comfort, or ease. We stop expecting joy, passion, and even wellness. At first, I thought this surrender was simply aging. But it wasn’t. It was choice — repeated, quiet choices to get along, stay agreeable, or fit the lines drawn for us.

When I finally created enough space — enough clearing — my senses came back online. I realized I hadn’t lost my energy; I had buried it. And when I began to reconnect with those disowned parts, something wild happened: I started to feel alive again.

The difference is visible. Friends say I even look different — lighter, brighter, more present. I can feel the shift too: fresh energy that doesn’t need supplements or escapes, just honesty. A stirring curiosity. A quiet confidence returning, now softened by wisdom and patience.

Life, as always, becomes a platform for sharing. I want to keep exploring what it means to reawaken the parts we’ve silenced — to remember who we are beneath the surface.

If you’re in your own clearing season, I hope you’ll stay connected. I’ll be sharing reflections and practices — and for those drawn to deeper community, details about my spring retreat soon.