Reborn in Silence

There’s been a slow, magnetic shift taking place in my life—one I can’t quite explain, only feel. The friendship I let go of recently was the last deep bond I had left. Beyond a few passing connections, it’s just me now… and God.

Most would find that kind of solitude frightening. But not me. There’s something deliciously peaceful about it. I’m not lonely—I’m simply alone, wrapped in the quiet, listening… preparing. Something is coming. I can feel it in my bones, in the stillness between heartbeats.

Everything around me is changing—subtly, deliberately. And I’m paying close attention. Because I don’t believe in coincidences. Everything unfolds exactly when it’s meant to, with a precision only the divine can orchestrate.

So I surrender. I trust the process.

If I’m meant to begin again, I will. But this time, it won’t be from scratch… it’ll be from experience—seasoned, awakened, and ready.

And that changes everything.