Hello Sweet Soul,
Lately, I've been learning—again—that tending to a dream isn't always about creative breakthroughs and sudden bursts of inspiration.
Sometimes it’s about protecting the soil from erosion when the storms come.
This week, I’ve been stretched thin—work has picked up, finances are asking for attention, and I’m holding many threads at once.
My body is tired.
I'm learning that managing my energy is not separate from my spiritual path—it is the practice.
Between shifts at the bookstore, taking on new responsibilities as Social Media Manager, and cross-training in the café, I’ve been building new internal scaffolding to keep myself upright. That scaffolding includes slower mornings, ritual pauses, and the radical honesty of saying, “I need more time.”
Not everything needs to bloom at once.
Because of this, I’ve had to create new support structures for myself:
- Energetic time management tools
- Gentler expectations
- Less judgment and pressure
- More intentional pauses between movements both physically and creatively
- Daily energy menus to choose from depending on my level and workday
It’s humbling.
It’s tiring.
But it’s honest work—and honest work is still sacred.
What’s Taking Flight
📖 Lesson I of the Living Curriculum is now live.
Module 1: Somatic Practice begins with Introduction to Somatic Awareness.
🜃 Begin Week 1 → Introduction to Somatic Awareness
🎙️ The Eleutheromania Podcast returns with Gene Key 1: Entropy to Syntropy.
This week’s Gene Key touches something tender — the ache behind our cravings and the gift waiting inside stillness.
🎧 Listen Here
📚 Project Void (the book I’m writing) continues to whisper to me about freedom, even when my body feels heavy with the weight of responsibility.
Currently reading:
Great Big Beautiful Life by Emily Henry. And I swear, if they don’t end up together...
Also:
- ✨ I’ve officially lost over 25 pounds on my weight loss journey (!!!)
- 🎵 I’m in a total music slump—send me your go-to songs, please?
Field Notes—A Reflection for You
If you find yourself stretched thin right now, remember:
- You are still worthy of your own softness.
- You are still an artist even when you're tired.
- You are still tending something beautiful even if you can't see its bloom yet.
Maybe, this week, the work is simply to stay with yourself.
A Bonus Storytime—Divine Intervention
I got off of work from the bookstore today at 1:30 p.m.—once I got home, I got cozy, listened to a bit of my audiobook, ate, worked a little on backend HTML coding, and decided to DoorDash.
As I was heading home from an order, I felt someone looking at me. I ignored the feeling… until I heard a horn beep.
It was someone I had been talking to—someone I still hold care and affection for. What are the odds? We were driving side by side on the highway and he lives over an hour away.
We broke things off because I knew I didn’t want kids and he did. I didn’t want him to give up that dream for me.
I called him once I realized it was him. We decided to sit down for coffee. He’s not one to stay friends after a breakup—so this was unexpected and tender.
We caught up. We laughed. We cried. We shared the sacred kind of conversation that only happens when love has transformed into mutual care without strings.
There was a softness to it. Not regret. Not longing. Just love held in open hands. And it reminded me—
Love is like sand. It’s not meant to be gripped tightly. It’s meant to be felt—freely.
As John Green once wrote: “That’s the thing about feelings. They demand to be felt.”
Until Next Time
The dream is unfolding in the quiet—not in spite of the chaos, but inside it.
Thank you for reading, witnessing, and walking this path with me.
With so much love,
Kayla S. Graham
Steward of Story, Spirit & Soil
📷 Instagram: @thedragonflysdream
🎙️ Podcast: The Eleutheromania Podcast
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