In this unscripted reflection, I sit with the unknown — remembering the words once spoken to me: “There is no map.”

What does it mean to live there, to feel the body navigate the strangeness of trust without certainty?

I speak of choosing what nourishes, releasing what no longer belongs, and staying anchored in love as my tiny vessel tacks across the vast ocean of becoming.

This is my prayer, my offering, my reminder: that I am enough, exactly as I am.