Crying through The storm

She stood on a wild night,

looking out on the ragged shore.

The wind was loud.

The ocean restless.

And inside her — everything felt the same.

It was wild.

And she was lost.

Lost in the depth of her knowing —

that there had to be more than this.

Holding Hope in the Unknown

She held onto hope the way you do when you’re tired but not defeated.

Surely there had to be more.

More meaning.

More alignment.

More magic than what she could see in front of her.

Disillusionment has a way of creeping in quietly.

It doesn’t arrive with drama — it settles into the body.

And it becomes easy to feel disheartened.

Still, she kept looking.

Searching for the Turning Point

She searched in every space.

Every corner.

Every possibility.

Asking the same questions many of us ask in the dark:

When will the winds change for me?

When will life move in my direction?

Will it ever happen for me?

Questions born not from lack of effort —

but from longing.

The Voice Beyond the Storm

And then — not loudly, not dramatically —

a quiet voice spoke.

Not from the sky.

Not from the ocean.

From somewhere deeper.

My darling,

we’ve been holding it safe for you.

Always.

All that’s asked of you now

is to reach out your hand

and make it yours.

Because luck does not favour the lucky.

Luck favours the prepared mind.

The storm wasn’t punishment. It wasn’t delay. It wasn’t failure.

It was preparation.

Shaping her. Strengthening her. Clearing what could not come forward.

So that when the moment arrived — she would be ready to receive it.

An Invitation

If you are standing in the storm right now…

If you are tired of searching but unwilling to give up…

If something in you knows there is more…

Trust this:

What is meant for you is not lost.

It is not late.

It is not gone.

It’s waiting.

And when you’re ready —

reach out your hand.